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Astrid Cordova

Host of Sobek

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a character in “Gods Among Us: Awakening”, originally authored by Saracen_Rue, as played by RolePlayGateway

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F U L LXN A M E
Astrid Cordova

N I C K N A M E (S)
N/A

B I R T H D A Y
April 22nd

A G E
Twenty Three (23)

B L E S S E D B Y
Sobek, God of The Nile & Crocodiles

G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Cis-Female, She/Her | Biromantic, Asexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Mexican & Lebanese mix

H O M E T O W N
London, England

H E X
#0a3533



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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 5" | 135lbs

C L O T H I N G & G E A R
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L I K E S
Music, surprisingly enough she can usually be found anywhere next to a guitar or piano with a notepad in hand | Poetry, while Astrid may not be a writer, she can still normally be found with a poetry book nearby | Animals, Astrid has a soft spot for any sort of animal, hence what led into her field of study at Lindenwood | Reptiles, she knows it's an off thing, but she's always liked them and thought they were intriguing | Sweets, Astrid typically has some sort of candy or sugar on her person | Candles, she has a few scattered around the dorm room | Disney movies and musicals, also not shockingly, Astrid nearly knows most Disney songs by heart

D I S L I K E S
Death, Astrid's lost a lot of people over the years, and it never stops hurting | Hospitals, due to much of her past, even just the idea of hospitals makes her anxious | People arguing, Astrid has never liked people raising their voices and yelling, causes her to usually shut down | Deep water, Astrid never learned how to swim | Bigots & Hypocrits, Astrid despises them more than anything, she doesn't get why people can't just love others instead | Snobs, Astrid's never understood where people get the mindset of thinking others are better than someone else | Wool sweaters, they make her break out in hives and rashes



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
The easiest way to describe Astrid, is a golden retriever in human form. But that isn't to say that she's dull or dimwitted, she's anything but that. When one can look passed the parts of her that scream air-headed, Astrid is actually incredibly acidemically smart and inclined. Often-times seen off somewhere studying and her nose buried deep in a book or text-book. Calling her studious is only one of the many words to help describe her. Hard-working, determined, and even ambitious are also a few others. Often-times people actually come to her out of all people for help in home-work. Typically helping to hand out notes and even do other's homework for them half the time.

The other part of her, is that at times, Astrid overly kind, generous, energetic, and a bit over the top and dramatic. In every sense of the word. She knows how to put on a show and keep people entertained and laughing, without even trying very hard. She's always been somewhat of an entertainer, and after five minutes of talking with her, it's not hard to see why. Astrid's the type to easily go out of her way for everyone, especially her friends and family. You need someone to do a favor, without needing to ask twice? Astrid's your girl. You need someone to sit and listen to your problems? Astrid will be there, no hesitation. Chocolate, blankets and cuddles are mandatory gifts.

People often question if this persona is genuine and actually herself, or just a facade, and to a degree, both are true. Astrid's very much so the energetic and kind soul that everyone knows. She'll easily sit down and listen to someone rant for hours if they need to, never interupting and listening to every word. As if it were only you two that existed in that moment. She's just that genuine of a person, that never expects anything in return. But on the flipside, the reason why she does those things, aren't so simple or obvious. At least not at first.

In reality, Astrid is a people pleasure to the extreme. But for all the right, or possibly even wrong reasons. Truly does depend on someone's point of view. She's just spent much of her life, trying to be the person she wished she had when she was younger. Astrid knows what it's like to have no one to turn to, no one to listen to your problems. And so she puts in extra effort to do so for others. Astrid knows what it's like to feel alone, as she didn't really have many or even anyone growing up, outside of her mother. And if she can help prevent anyone from feeling the same way she did for so long, well, she'll do what she can. Even if she's pushing her own feelings away and out of sight. Which, sometimes can end with her feelings finally getting to her and bubbling over, ending in a very short lived eruption of being overwhelmed. But rarely has that ever happened.

She's been seen to have only a few bursts of anger or even negative emotions having gotten to her. Usually if someone said something rude or insensitive to her friends or family. While it takes a tremendous amount to get to Astrid, seeing as how people can say just about anything to and about her, and she'd let it roll off her back like a duck with water. Speaking ill of those she cares most about, has been notably the worst thing anyone can do, as she may be small, it hasn't stopped her from getting in someone's face, even if they are twice her size. She's small, yes, but incredibly mighty. Having not only the unexpected physical prowess behind her to back her up, but the equally sharp tongue as well.



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H I S T O R Y

CW/TW: Later mentions of cancer and death
To say that Astrid's childhood was anything special or out of the ordinary, would be a stark lie from the truth. Growing up, she had a rather basic childhood. Family life wasn't much of anything special for her, her parents got along well enough, she got good grades, and had some decent friends. That was until her parents divorced when she was only ten years old, and her mother moved Astrid and her across the country, settling in London. Everything that Astrid knew, had been ripped away from her. She lost her friends, and her father, all because her mother wanted to move as far away from Astrid's father? Astrid didn't understand at the time. For the longest time, she didn't understand most things, if she was being honest with herself.

But, as always, life went on. Life in London, all the way from a small village in the grasslands, to a major city like London was a major adjustment for Astrid, comparing to her previous years spent in Yorkshire with her father. Something that, she never exactly managed to forgive her mother for. She was in a new place, where she knew no one, knew nothing of the new scary world around her. So, Astrid spent much of her time alone. Not that it was much different in London than it was in Yorkshire. Astrid was a stereotypical dork. Big rimmed glasses, tall and scrawny. She had an interest in most things that others didn't, which didn't exactly help her constant feeling of being an outcast.

When she wasn't in school, she was busy in her room, looking after her pet snakes that Astrid begged her mother to get her for Astrid's sixteenth birthday. And it had been history sense. Further and further Astrid delved into collecting odd animals and creatures, spending most of her time by herself while her mother worked. It was around her eighteenth birthday, that her mother finally set her down and explained why they had moved across the country all those years ago. She explained how she wasn't truly happy in their marriage and that being with Astrid's father, felt like she was betraying who she truly was. A small argument began between the two, and it ended with Astrid's mother explaining that she was closeted her entire life and was scared to be who she was meant to be. In a split second burst of anger, Astrid had moved out of the apartment that day, as she felt betrayed and lied to. Like she had been slapped in the face.

Astrid had spent the next two years living on the streets of London. Staying under bridges, sleeping on park benches, or even sleeping on subways. Anything to keep herself sheltered. Occasionally staying at a friend's for the night. It was only when she was approached by a street performer to help with setup, that they discovered Astrid's ability to sing, and everything began to connect. She spent the next few years, doing odd jobs and performing as a street act along with the others. It was during one of those nights with a small group of newfound friends, that she ended up drunkingly kissing one of her female friends. And everything came to a halt for her. It didn't feel wrong, if anything, it felt the closest thing to being right in her entire life. The next day after Astrid woke up, she phoned her mother and arrived back at the apartment to speak with her.

They shared a brief conversation, where Astrid ended up forgiving her and asking for her forgiveness for how she had acted that day, and how Astrid realized it was just internalized feelings she had about herself. The two easily patched things up, and she even ended up introducing Astrid to her girlfriend over a family dinner. Things felt like it was slowly coming back together again, as she was also offered her old room once again. But things slowly began to slowly go down hill. Astrid's mother revealed that she had cancer, and underwent therapy for it. But it wasn't so long after that, that her mother's girlfriend soon passed away from undetected breast cancer. Astrid and her mother seemed to only grow closer after the loss of Sarah.

It was only then that Astrid truly realized she had no genuine sense of direction, or where she wanted to go. She was already Nin-teen and had no clue on what she wanted. She stayed home and did whatever work she could find to help with her mother's treatment. It was only on her twentieth birthday, that she received a letter in the mail for a scholarhsip to LindenWood University, in New York. Astrid didn't know what to do. So, she kept the letter hidden in her room. Until one day, she came back to seeing her mother with the letter. She confronted Astrid on why she didn't tell her, that she had an amazing opportunity right there. Astrid admitted to not wanting to leave her behind and alone. After some reassurance, Astrid's mom gave her the push to go to New York, and she'd move back with her if it'd make Astrid feel better. They'd be able to continue her therapy there.

It's been two years now, and Astrid is now headed to Egypt, with a group of students from LindenWood, which, her choice that day should have been obvious. Astrid doesn't know what to expect from this trip, but, all she knows, is that she's doing this for her mother. If she's able to get a good paying job after graduation and help fully treat her mother's illness, then it'll all be worth it in the end...



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T H EX B L E S S I N G
Hydrokenesis:
One of Astrid's main abilities will be that of being able to control water, in most forms. Whether solid ice, water, or even vapor. While it can be incredibly useful and even deadly if used properly, it is not the power that Astrid will have the best control over. Especially due to her fear of water and inability to swim. However, she will be able to disperse of most forms of water, allowing her to essentially make her own way by making the water part from her, with enough concentration and focus, that is.[/font]

Apex Predator Physiology:
In essence, Astrid is an apex predator once she becomes the chosen Host of Sobek, meaning she is a vastly superior predator in the known world, with a fearsome capacity for hunting down practically any species in their ecosystem, even other predators. Her senses and instincts are incredibly hightened. Including but not limited to hearing, smell, sight, and of course taste. It not only makes her an incredible tracker, but increases her strength and speed. Making Astrid able to lift and move three times her body weight with minnimum strain before she begins to bleed from her nose or ears. Also due to the connection Sobek has with crocodiles and alligators, Astrid's skin will become that of a reptile, meaning more durable and nearly leather-like armor. Being able to withstand physical injuries better than the average human, but can still be injured with slashes or stab wounds.


Reptilian Communication:
What can possibly be considered the minor ability that Astrid will gain once she becomes the host of Sobek, is the ability to communicate with most reptiles. While she doesn't exactly have to speak in any certain language, she is able to communicate and even understand reptiles. Whether it's hearing their thoughts, or being able to calm them down enough to not show herself or others as a threat.


S T R E N G T H S
Honest, no matter the context or situation. Astrid is undeniably an honest person through and through. If you want an honest opinion on something, or a second opinion, she will be the best person to go to. Not brutally so or in a rude manner, she just doesn't feel the need to lie | Social Skills, While Astrid isn't exactly the most extroverted person, she tends to understand people better than others at times. And seems to just get it, for whatever people are going through, making her a great listener. Physical Combat
, in her younger years, Astrid's father signed her up for MMA and Ju-Jitsu classes, enforcing Astrid to be able to look out for herself and give her father a peace of mind, now holding a black-belt in both forms, as well as a brown-belt in Kendo

W E A K N E S S E S
Abandonment Issues, For those that know of her past, know that she has a severe issue with abandonment, and the fear of people walking out on her. While she may never actually make that notion known out loud, Astrid is deadly afraid of being and ending up alone in life. She tends to latch onto others out of fear of them eventually leaving | Hidden Insecurity, While Astrid seems to be an outwardly confident person, on the inside, she is constantly second guessing herself on just about anything.



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Astrid Cordova's Story

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Two days. It had been two days since the group of students from LindenWood, had found themselves leaving the comforts of what was considered to be their new home back in New York. All while being led by their Professor. Who, by all means knew what he was doing, well, for the most part. There were times where his assistant, Kayden, would have to step in and lead the otherwise clueless bunch. Was indeed a sight to see as a small Irish woman led a brigade of International students, and their clueless and often time scatter brained British Professor. To say getting around the airports wasn't easy, well, you can only imagine. But now the group found themselves in what would be considered their new home for the next month, the Dusit Thani LakeView Hotel, in Cairo, Egypt.

Currently, the hot sun of Egypt had been beating down overhead, onto the small group of travelers, nearly exhausted from the full day of exploring. The first day was spent exploring the city itself, the food, the culture, the people, and a few landmarks such as the Abdeen Palace and the Khan el-Khalili Bizaar that were in the capitol.

Arguably though, today’s activities were perhaps the most exciting and nearly everyone was looking forward to it. The day began with a short bus ride to the outskirts of Cairo in Giza, where the students were allowed to explore one of the seven wonders of the world. The Pyramids of Giza. The impressive structures were a breathtaking sight and it wouldn’t have been complete without a lengthy lecture from Professor Price. They had already spent about four hours at the site before the sun had just begun to set in the Western horizon. Most of the group would have thought the day would’ve been called quits there. Seeing as the sun was beginning to set, and it was best advised to settle indoors after that. Since the group first arrived, they had been told countless times by locals to be wary after the sun goes down. Local tales had been spread about the group in the oncoming two days, even if Tarren and even Eden had thought that they were nothing more than old lore and stories told, especially to scare off tourists. The less trouble they caused, the better.

But, as their luck would have it, Professor Price had a different idea.

Tarren knew that the moment Professor Price just simply mentioned the field trip to Egypt, that things weren't going to end well. Tarren had never been out of the country before aside from a few trips back home to Brisbane for their mother. Other than that, Ren had never been to a place with endless seas of sand, and blazing suns, it was a stark contrast in culture to what they knew for the better half of twenty-plus years. But they figured that they might as well go, especially due to some pushing from Price, and some of their friends in the days that followed. While the prospect of earning a few more credits and offers after going on the trip was originally the only thing that ultimately made them go, knowing that some of their friends truly wanted them along was enough of a push. And so they made their decision.

The first few days were rather, uneventful if Ren was being honest. Not much of anything happened except for small travel, and touring some of the surrounding cities. Not that it wasn't interesting or boring, it just wasn't exactly what they had been expecting. It was now the second day and the sun had already started to slowly go down, as well as the majority of the tourists were beginning to head back to the buses and leave for the night. Tarren had stayed back amongst the group and waited for news on what they would be doing.

The buses began to fill, leading the tourists back to the capital, Price instead had the group stay behind as he wanted to see one last thing before they headed back. His request was met with unsurprisingly, unanimous protest - after all they had been trekking nearly all day, not to mention whatever the man had in mind was definitely not on the itinerary. It wasn’t until about a half hour after they had been wandering aimlessly around the desert that it was obvious they were more than a little lost.

It was only when Price told them all to follow him and that they weren't exactly done just yet, much to the vocal dismay of the others. While everyone was getting either burned or complaining of the heat, Tarren had welcomed the sun. They oddly dressed with an over-shirt with a plain t-shirt underneath, and black jeans (which in retro-spect was a poor choice), with plenty of sun screen applied, of course. With sunglasses in hand, they had no reasons for complaining, at least not now. They figured in the morning they would feel the aftermath of the Egyptian sun that shone down on them mercilessly for hours. But for now, feeling that familiar sun here, like it was back in Brisbane.

Tarren looked to some of their friends for a moment, giving them a don't ask me look, before they walked up alongside Price and Hallows. "Excuse me, Professor?" Tarren started, but only received a poor excuse of an answer in the form of a shoulder shrug and mumbling. Seeing as the two co-leads were busy looking over the map. Tarren turned back to look at the others, shrugging their own shoulders before continuing to walk up alongside the Professor and his assistant. "Don't mean to....intrude, but, the others and I were wondering where we're actually going? The sun is setting, so shouldn't we be headed back already?" Tarren questioned casually.

The other two mumbled about themselves a bit more, before Kayden turned around partially to face Tarren, giving them a bright smile, "We'll be going back in just a bit. The Professor just wants to trekk on a bit more, and then we'll be heading back. Promise." Kayden looked back, as Trevor exclaimed to himself and headed off in the direction he was facing. Kayden and Tarren exchanged glances between each other, and then the group, before gesturing for the others to follow their wayward Professor.

The group had been led further past the Pyramid of Menkaure to the Queen’s Pyramids, a set of three Pyramids that were smaller in comparison to the others each built for a famous Egyptian Queen. Long gone were the signs placed conveniently for the tourists, it was beginning to look like mountains upon mountains of sand dunes awaiting them when the ground suddenly dipped down into a small ravine. Trevor skidded to an abrupt stop at the sudden dip in the ground and his eyes lit up. ”Fascinating...” he mumbled under his breath lowering his map as he looked at the ruins.

Nowhere did it list the presence of a tomb or a current excavation taking place. To anyone else, this place might not have existed. So, how in the hell, did they manage to find it? Nevermind go in the right direction to possibly stumble upon something? This immediately didn't sit right with Tarren, nor Kayden. But Trevor, he seemed all too excited. A little bit too much, if they were being honest. The two of them shared another look at each other, before walking up alongside the Professor. "Trevor?"[/b] Kayden began, folding her hands before she continued, "Don't you think it'd be best if we started to head back? Come back in the morning, and when we're not all exhausted? And...you know...Sunlight?" she questioned, gently tapping Trevor on the shoulder.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he looked up finally at the two, ”It would, but we don't have time for that! We want to be able to say we explored it first, don't we? Besides-" the Professor turned fully around to look at the full group of students, ”We go in and explore, just a bit. And I'll give you all passing grades for this class, and even more so, we can take the rest of this trip easy afterwards. We just have to take a little peak inside the tombs first." he grinned.

Trevor gestured for the group to join him by the edge of the slope, and looked down once more into the ravine. At the bottom of the crevice, set a massive entrance to some sort of temple that was half buried in the sand. The place looked like it was just a breeze away from toppling over. Threatening statues of Pharaohs were in the front staring menacingly down at them, almost as if they were guarding whatever was hidden away inside the tombs. The sight made Tarren’s stomach turn with that all too familiar sense of adrenaline. But the rational part of their brain flickered for a moment. There was no way that something like this had sat here for this long without being discovered. With all the tourists, explorers, and locals poking around the desert? There was no way this place had been undiscovered. Right?

Tarren looked at the others, then back at Trevor, "I have to agree with Kayden, Sir. We can come back tomorrow. We'll have more time, and natural lighting to explore the tombs. Besides, who says this hasn't been explored yet-" Trevor lifted his hand, ”Want a promised passing grade, or not, Havenfield?" he questioned, eyebrows raised before a grin formed on his face. ”Whoever wants to come along, make haste. But for those who wish to remain outside, feel free. We'll just take a peak, and be done with it, ya?" He didn’t really wait for much of an answer from the others, as he had already began to carefully move down the edge of the ravine. Taking just a moment to beckon for everyone to follow him. Before disapearing further down.

Kayden gave a wary glance to the students, β€œWe have to go after him don’t we?” Kayden paused, then looked back to the direction of which Trevor left. β€œWe have to go after him.” She said more to herself than the others, and slowly she began after him, sliding down the slope. A few rocks scattering down from the impact of her feet. The audible crack of rocks clattering below.

Professor Price reached the base of the ravine just in front of Kayden, and whoever else was behind her. Placing his hands on his hips as he gazed at the towering Pharaoh statues to the dark cave of an entrance. β€œProfessor none of us really think this is a good idea we-” Tarren's face paled slightly as they watched him slip off his backpack and crouch down. Quickly beginning to dig through it furiously until he retrieved a flashlight.

He tapped it on his knee a few times before the faint light flickered on. β€œYou, you can’t be serious.” Kayden mumbled out as a look of disapointment appeared on her face. Even for her, with all of the years she knew Trevor, even this was a bit much for him. Trevor just returned her gaze with a small glint in his eyes. He quickly stood up, brushing sand off of his pants. Brandishing the flashlight in his hands. ”I know this might seem a bit insane to some of you but…Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you…?” The briefest smile flashed across his face, before turning to look at the old entrance of the ruins. β€œI’m not forcing any of you to follow me, in fact, by all means stay out here. I’ll just have a brief look inside…” He trailed off, as he gazed back at the entrance. β€œBut, for anyone who would like to join, I won’t stop you either.” and with that, Trevor made his way into the entrance of the tombs, and whatever it was that awaited inside...

Thoughts wracked around Tarren's mind as they thought to themself for a moment. If something was truly down there, and if they were a part of a possible large discovery, it could possibly end up with some way of helping their situation back home. If this came with some sort of financial pay, well, Ren could feel a slight nagging feeling in the back of their head. Something telling them not to. But at the same time, they had no real choice.

Going against their better judgement, Tarren shifted through their own backpack that they had with them, quickly retrieving their own flashlight and turning it on, exposing some of the smaller details of the entrance as they took a few steps forwards in the direction the professor went off in. "Well, I for one say that we need to get him back, but...As long as we don't come across any more scorpions or centipedes, I know I'll be fine." Tarren said with a large grin, "But I doubt that'll be the case..." they shuddered, thinking about the scorpions they already came across. While, in reality, Ren was both terrified and excited for what could possibly be ahead, even if what was about to come could be a mistake. What was the harm in snooping around for a little while, right? And obviously, retrieving Professor Price...






Tarren and Astrid shared a mutual glance at each other before they both began to make their way into the chamber's entrance. Ren almost jumped out of their skin as they felt a hand suddenly grab them by the shoulder, looking back to see Alex, their cousin who had also gone on this trip seeing as he had also started to attend Lindenwood roughly the same time they had. Astrid looked at the two and gave a small nod before she continued on ahead, "Yeah, bud?" Tarren asked, an eyebrow quirked upward at their cousin. Alex paused for a moment before he began to speak, "I'm gonna hang back out here with some of the others, you go on ahead yeah?" Alex gave a small smile. Tarren simply shrugged in response, "Okay. If we all die of some ancient curse in there, my ghost is gonna come back and haunt your ass." Tarren joked, before turning back and entering the chamber of the tomb. They shone their flashlight against the walls and pillars, the inside being far larger than they would have anticipated, or expected. It seemed to be more of an outdoor courtyard, than a normal entryway of a tomb. But, they didn't know much about Egyptian culture to be completely sure.

By the time that Tarren had caught up with the others, they were more towards the middle of the group, silently walking beside Nova and a few of the others. "Wonder how long it'll take for us to get lost in here, before the professor realizes?" Ren whispered to Nova. Astrid leaned towards them as a smirk spread across her face, "I give about fifteen minutes before we're all possessed by some ancient dieties or something. Or get eaten alive by giant, mutated spiders." she joked. Tarren tolled their eyes at her response, "The day we get possessed, I'll hope that they'll use my body to beat your ass for jynxing it." Ren joked in return, gently pushing her.

The group collectively continued onwards, further into the entryway. Originally they were able to walk shoulder to shoulder, but the longer they walked, eventually the halls became thin enough to have to walk in single file. Professor Price and Kayden were somewhere up ahead, before another large room opened up ahead of them. There was ancient texts and images covering the stone carved walls, whatever was chistled into the old stone was barely telligble, even if someone knew how to read it. They were long since faded, and just barely able to be seen with the use of flashlighs and other means.

Tarren and a few others broke off from the main group, and so did some of the others, but staid in the same chamber they were in. As they walked along, looking at the carvings in the wall, Tarren suddenly shot out their right hand, pushing back whoever was next to them. They anchored their feet into place as they looked down at their feet, just barely a few inches to their right, the earth had long since opened up, creating what could only be described as a sinkhole in the ground. "Best to watch where your feet go, mate." Ren rattled off, their eyes glancing back to the wall. "Hey Professor?" they called out, looking up at a large mural along the large wall in the chamber they were in. Trevor turned to look away from the current wall he was looking at, clearly trying to translate whatever text was carved in, "Yes, Havenfield?" he asked as he slowly made his way over, being careful of where he walked.

"What do you think this is?" Tarren shone their torch against the wall. The mural along the wall was faded, but enough could be made out after a few minutes of study. Trevor's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the entirety of the wall, using the flashlights of a few students to help illuminate the full image. "Well, I'm no ancient philosopher but...My best guess? Would be some old battle that took place thousands of years ago. See-" he began, pointing at one end of the wall, "That right there, is Set. Egyptain God of Chaos and Storms. What it appears to be, is a long told story of him and the others Gods of old engaging in some ancient battle." his hands tracing the images to the other end of the stone. "And that, is Horus. God of the Sky. And of course, the others-" he gestured to all of the other drawings of Anubis, Osiris, Sobek, and many of the others and their armies led under their control. "But I don't remember reading of some battle like this. As it looks like the Gods are fighting among themselves even, not just against Set?" Astrid chimed in.

Price smiled and nodded at Astrid, "Very good, Ms. Cordova. Very good observation indeed." Trevor said a bit enthusiastically. "I'll need to take some notes of this down for later...Interesting indeed. But, they were always known for their stories, and if this indeed an undiscovered tomb? Who knows what stories and battles are told within these very walls!" Trevor giggled excitedly, jotting more notes down into his notebook. Tarren and Astrid exchanged a look as they shrugged their shoulders. He's officially lost his plot, the look said.

Kayden finally wiggled through the group that had formed around the others, looking up at the mural, "This is all well and good, Trevor. Really. But, We've gone further than we initially said. And even I feel like now would be a good time to turn back and head to the hotel. Get some sleep and come back tomorrow?" Trevor turned his head to look over at her, "Yes, but-", he started once more. "But I just...I got a feeling. We just go a little longer, and I just know there's something worth pressing on for." he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Kayden and some of the students are rolled their eyes and groaned in sync at the answer they were all give. "You're impossible..." Kayden huffed under her breath as she looked at him. Trevor simply shrugged, before begining to walk again, headed into another chamber as he scrawled more notes into his notepad.

Tarren exchanged a look with Kayden, and some of the others, shrugging their shoulders once "Someone's gotta get him...Mother fucker..." Tarren groaned, throwing their head back for a moment, before walking after Trevor, and into another chamber up ahead. It wasn't much longer after Tarren had walked in after Price, that there was a blood curdeling scream that rang out from their direction. Astrid didn't waste anytime and ran into the next chamber to see what had happened. "What? What happened, Ren??" she questioned as she found them frozen a few steps ahead. They took a few deep breaths before turning to look at their friend, "It was the biggest fucking, mother fucking fucker fuck that I have ever seen in my life-" they started, before shuddering. A large grin formed on Astrid's face, before a loud bellowing laugh escaped her lips. "You know, the bigger they are, less threatening, right?" she chuckled. "I'm serious, you asshole! It ran across my foot and everything. I fucking hate them, and you know that. I don't get how you like them so much." they said with another shudder.

"Well, like most things in life, Ren? You warm up to them over time." she said with a shrug. Tarren shot her a glare, "Only way I'd warm up to them, is if a flame thrower was involved." they bit back. Astrid chuckled, and wrapped her arm around Tarren's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll stay right next to ya, so no more scary creepy crawlies scare ya." awstrid teased as they continued onward, looking for their wayward professor. Who, now seemed to be nowhere in sight. They both could have sworn he was standing right there, alongside Kayden. But the moment they had looked at each other, and then back ahead of them, further in the chamber, they were gone. This wasn't good.



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It took a lot to curb Nova’s enthusiasm for life and for exploring new and exciting places. Day one of the tour, she’d been full of life and energy, excited to explore the city and get to grips with a new culture. She’d already picked up her fair share of souvenirs, including a new tea cup she’d found at a random stall and had immediately fallen in love with. Truth be told, it had all been a welcome distraction from once again being in proximity with a certain somebody.

But by day two, the heat and the jet lag were starting to get the better of her. They hadn’t completely won out, her excitement replenished by the promise of getting to see the Great Pyramids, but she was perhaps less excitable than she had been. There was less of a bounce in her step, and slightly more irritated muttering to herself as she reapplied her suncream. By the end of the day, her energy was starting to wane significantly and truth be told, when the professor said that they wouldn’t be getting the bus back to the hotel, there was a part of Nova that could have cried. She just wanted to sit in her hotel room and read for a while. Or possibly just collapse the minute she got into bed. Either sounded appealing. When it became apparent that they were lost, a significantly larger part of Nova could have cried. She wasn’t one for superstition and ghost stories, but she’d also seen enough horror movies to know that avoiding the local’s warnings about staying out after dark was a sure fire way to find yourself in a horror movie. At least her father would be amused if they met in the afterlife and Nova had to admit she'd died on a history trip.

Fears of ending up a victim of some cheap, shitty horror movie aside, she stayed following the group. The promise of a passing grade wasn’t much of an incentive to get Nova to climb down a ravine into an unknown tomb; she was already somewhat confident she’d pass the class regardless, and it wasn’t even that relevant to her major. Honestly, she’d only taken it because she’d felt particularly nostalgic when picking her classes and wanted to take a history class to relive the stories her father used to tell her. β€œSir, I’m not sure any of us are capable of giving you a piggyback back up that ravine if you break a leg,” she joked as Kayden and Tarren mentioned the bad light. They had a point.

She might have remained outside, had he not mentioned something about having their names written into history. It was as if she could hear her father telling her to go for it, to have an adventure for once. Her determination and curiosity renewed, she nodded at Tarren and followed them into the chamber. At least she'd have Tarren if they got attacked by evil mummies. Even still, she dug into her bag and pulled out her torch, holding it tightly in case she needed to use it as a weapon. She'd seen Indiana Jones and The Mummy movies too many times to be unprepared going into a tomb.

It didn't take long for Nova to forget her uneasiness and lose herself in the architecture of the tomb. There was a certain pang of sadness too. Her father would have loved to have seen this. She could hear his voice, clear as day, getting excited about the thoughts of seeing an actual Egyptian tomb. She stuck beside Tarren and Astrid, trusting them to pull her away if she got too lost in her own thoughts or in her surroundings. She had to suppress a cackle at Tarren's comment about wondering how long it would take for them to get entirely lost and Astrid's addition. "Fifteen minutes is a little optimistic. My money is on someone tripping over something or stepping on the wrong block and triggering a trap the minute we're all inside the tomb," she mused. Her guess appeared to be wrong as they delved deeper; although it was apparently still dangerous enough. Tarren had to shove her back from stumbling into a sinkhole. Once on more secure ground, she wandered away from the others to explore a little more, scanning the walls around her. She'd never seen anything like this before. She found herself wondering if anyone had. Were they on the edge of some great archeological discovery? Once again, that bittersweet feeling rose in her chest. God, how her father would have loved to have been there. Her mother would have been standing a few feet behind her, laughing at how ridiculous it was that he was getting so excited over some old paintings, for god's sake William-

A scream broke her out of her thoughts, and she ran to the next room, skidding to a stop as she scanned the surroundings. Ren seemed to be fine, or at least fine enough for Astrid to already be teasing them. But there was something else she noticed. "Guys. Where's Price?" She asked, frowning.

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Charlie had taken her history class on a complete whim. She'd needed to take another class to fill her credits, and this was the only one that had looked any way interesting, even if it wasn't that relevant to her major. But she enjoyed it, she had to admit that much. Professor Price was... eccentric, to say the least, but he made the class entertaining. And when talk of a trip to Egypt had come up... well, Charlie had been prepared to do whatever it took to go. Her meagre savings would have just covered it; but then the organisation who funded her scholarship said they were also willing to pay for her to go on the trip. And so, Charlie had instead invested some of her savings in a whole new travel wardrobe and the litres of sunblock she knew she was going to need for the trip.

She told herself that the fact that she was only close with a handful of people on the trip really didn't matter. Besides, if she was out vlogging and getting some good shots of the city and whatever they were up to, well then, maybe she was better being by herself anyway. She was used to doing everything by herself, this wasn't going to be anything new. As if to prove it to herself, she spent most of the first day just out and about in Cairo by herself, vlogging as much of the city as she could before heading back and spending the evening researching what else she needed to see and do while she was there. All by herself. All fine by herself.

The fact that day two was a group trip was a welcome one. Getting to see the great pyramids was a fun experience, and she made sure to rope Tarren and Izzi into some goofy shots too. But the day was wearing on, and it was beginning to get cold. She had presumed they'd be back to the hotel before the sun was properly down, and so hadn't bothered to bring any layers. With her arms wrapped tightly around herself, she begrudgingly trudged after the others and the professor. Truth be told, a warm hotel with a bar seemed a whole lot more appealing than an old cave right then, but apparently everyone else was enough of a history nerd that the latter won out.

Still, when the challenge to head down into a dangerous-looking ravine came up, Charlie wasn't going to turn it down. It turned out the ground was soft enough that she was able to somewhat gracefully slide down and land on her feet, bouncing back upright and brushing herself down. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. But Tarren had gone ahead of her into the tomb, so they certainly hadn't seen her cool trick. It wasn't like anyone else she wanted to impress was going to see it either. Swallowing, she forced herself to keep her triumphant smile on her face and headed into the tomb after them. As everyone else flicked on their torches, Charlie's stomach sank as she remembered she hadn't even thought to bring one. She thought by now she'd be back in her room, either settling down to edit or... going out on the town or... something. Not exploring a dark ass cave that probably would just have a whole bunch of old boxes that weren't even that interesting. Charlie had only taken the class because she wanted to learn about Egyptian myths because she thought they were cool like the Greek ones. Not to look at some dumb old broken boxes.

But still, she cautiously followed the others into the tomb. She briefly thought about using the flashlight on her phone, but she didn't want to run down the battery unnecessarily. So she just stuck close to everyone else who had torches and hoped for the best. The tomb was more or less what she expected. Sure, it was cool to get to see something new, but it was hard for her to get excited over some old paintings and a whole bunch of cobwebs. Lost, tired, and starting to get quite cold, she found herself idly tailing after Ren and Astrid. Ren screaming about a creepy-crawly made her smile a little bit; but mostly it just made her notice that Price and Kayden had vanished. Nova appeared a second later, noticing the exact same thing and commenting on it. "Great. They've definitely left us here to die," Charlie said, shrugging a little.

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Two days. Two days in the desert. Two days of a blind man in a desert. Seriously, when was the punchline going to happen? Grayson already hardly understood why he was here. Well, he did actually want to learn the history. He had already crammed on Egyptian history and mythology in advance, had audio tapes of as many guided tours as he could get his hands on, and may have written a light paper or two about his research findings and submitted them to the professor and his assistants... But he still chose to act bitter when he could. He honestly just couldn’t help himself with the jokes about taking him β€˜sightseeing’. They just make it too easy. He could’ve had more fun with it and maybe even some fun on this trip… If it wasn’t for the golden retriever that barely left him alone since leaving for this trip. Wasn’t Charlie his roommate? When did he get stuck with the giant idiot for the buddy system?

For some reason, Teddy felt the compulsive need to be Grayson’s guide this entire trip. He had also taken it upon himself to describe each place they visited in as much detail as his vocabulary allowed. He knew he meant well by it. It’s the only reason Grayson ever just went along with whatever Teddy chose to tag along with him on. He’s just too nice. It’s so annoying.

He had hoped their day was coming to an end. He could feel the sun setting and it finally started to cool down around him. Grayson felt like he was caked in sweat despite being appropriately dressed. Of course, Professor Price had the ingenious idea to coerce them all to going into a tomb. Well, he wasn’t forcing them. But it’s not like Grayson was going to pass on the opportunity to be a part of a discovery. Superstitions be damned. ’Blind Man Makes Great Discovery in Egypt’. Get famous and laugh about it at the same time. Sounds perfect.

It wasn’t necessarily easy using a walking stick in a desert, so Grayson opted for grudgingly holding onto Teddy most of this trip. The part of the group trekking inwards, gave Grayson the opportunity to break away and grab onto whoever was closest first to start making his way away and a chance to breathe. But also in hopes of being able to find Nova or Charlie. At least they understood his humor. Explaining these things to Teddy was too much work. That leads into wondering how he even got into this school even though Grayson is fully aware that this man is somehow a musical prodigy blessed by the gods. And they have such a strange sense of irony.

Things had gone single filed as they delved further in. Grayson kept himself outwardly calm except for gripping a little too tightly onto the shirt of whoever was in front of him. He could follow the voices but he still couldn’t help but feel uneasy. He didn’t like small spaces and not being able to at least find the person privileged to know that fact was not helping.

The group that stopped was looking at a mural. Grayson listened in as he attempted to continue to feel through and follow the voices while he picked out and followed them. He chuckled as they described the scene of the mural. ”The gods fighting among each other. Sounds like chaos.” Somehow, he ended up with Teddy again. Absolutely no idea how he managed to just appear next to him without Grayson noticing. ”How do I always get stuck with you?”

”We have to do the buddy system. Did you see that sink hole?” Teddy’s face flushed over at realizing what he just said. [color=#]”I mean-”[/color] It wasn’t really words after that. Just southern mumbling before Grayson finally saved him and cut him off. ”Just stop talking and be my walking stick. I give up.” Grayson had no energy for this. He was tired, stuck in a small space, and the best he had was this idiot as a guide. But then, Teddy surprised him.

Teddy already knew Grayson was uneasy the second they went through the entryway. Grayson never really talked about himself as much as he acted. Teddy never asked. He’d tell him if he wanted to. Instead he just noticed. He saw the ways he’d change if they were in small spaces. The times he’d tried to act calm even though he was feeling disoriented and anxious. Teddy wouldn’t ask why but he could at least try to comfort and help where he’d let him. So he put his hands on Grayson’s shoulder’s to steady and face towards him and then gave him a brief hug. He really wanted to hug him for long but he also knows Grayson isn’t the biggest fan of affection so he had to take what he could get.

”I’ve got you, bro.” Grayson actually managed to smile at him. Teddy was beaming. Then a scream broke Teddy’s β€˜moment’ and he needed to run towards the direction of the sound with Grayson being dragged along as a result. He couldn’t just say he’s got him and then ditch. That’s against Bro Code. It ended up being a creepy crawly. Teddy would’ve screamed too. So would Grayson.

"Guys. Where's Price?" Teddy finally looked around and noticed Price and Kayden were gone. Probably not good. Grayson deduced this much given everyone else’s reaction to them being gone. Great. They've definitely left us here to die," That familiar voice caused a devilish smirk to form on Grayson as he quickly made the few strides over to her. His hand landed on top of her head. ”I finally found you, Pix.” He couldn’t help himself from ruffling her hair a bit. ”We already made the mistake of following the crazy professor into an Egyptian tomb. At this point, it’s death or curse and we certainly asked for it-” Grayson shrugged and took his hand off her. ”Right now I’m just hoping dear ol’ dad remember’s to add β€˜devilishly handsome’ on my grave stone.”