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Isabella Maria Rossi

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

B I R T H D A Y
June 16th

A G E
22

B L E S S E D B Y
Bastet

G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Female || Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Mexican || Italian || American

H O M E T O W N
Boston, MA

H E X
#073D0B

A P P E A R A N C E
Izzi is small in size and short in stature. She has some muscle on her, but mostly in her legs. She has wildly curly hair that she tends to keep short. Makes for easy maintenance.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
Izzi is five foot four inches and about one hundred and thirty seven pounds.

C L O T H I N G & G E A R
Izzy is all about layers and typically everything is black or grey. Her go-to is a soft t-shirt and a leather jacket. Depending on how cold it is, potentially even a hooded sweater underneath. Born and raised up north, she knows how to stay warm. She typically wears jeans but will opt for dark leggings depending on the weather and how much she has to walk. Especially since coming to school in New York. She has pair of well-worn jeans that she'll wear with tights beneath them. Sometimes they're fishnets and sometimes they're patterned or opaque. Depends on her mood really. Her preference for footwear is sturdy boots. There's just something about stepping into the world with a pair of "fuck with me, I dare you" boots.

She likes to carry a thick canvas bag where she carries her notebooks and will often put her collection of samples. She has some small glass jars that clink together while she walks. She keeps her headphones inside one of the pockets as well as some snacks to munch on between classes. She also has a pair of goggles she dons from time to time depending on how she is getting around that day. Typically if she's taking her scooter around or rolling around on her roller skates.

L I K E S
Her Rollerskates || plants || the breeze through her hair || exploring || her mini greenhouse || the colors green and black || her goggles || sturdy boots and leather jackets || rock music || noise-canceling headphones || her curly hair || tea || edible flowers || baking || the smell of earth || Animals || sit-coms || adrenaline rushes || heights || woman who could kick her teeth in || Men with a gentle side

D I S L I K E S
complimens || flats || cocktail dresses (but ballgowns and formal dresses are a different story) || pink and yellow || walking long distances || New York Traffic || playing it safe || being told what to do || Climbing stairs || small spaces || going to the doctor || fire

P E R S O N A L I T Y
For those new to Izzi's world, they'd likely consider her to be loud and feisty. Her silver tongue tends to get her into a good amount of trouble. Not because she's confident or arrogant. On the contrary, Izzi actually struggles with her self-confidence. She just gets tired of being shoved into the boxes of one's expectations of her and she breaks out in frustration. That and she's learned that insecurity makes you a target. Pretend you're confident, others will believe you are too and are more likely to leave you alone. Bastet is actually slowly showing Izzi that she doesn't have to pretend. That she deserves being in the spotlight or having people consider her beautiful. That she has a smart mind and should speak to it when the need arises. One thing her false confidence is good for protecting and defending her friends. She'll let herself go down if it means saving the lives of the people she cares about. She doesn't put much stock into her own anyway. At least she'll go out doing something for someone else. It's likely also why she enjoys adrenaline rushes so much. She can be gentle too. She has to be in order to keep her plants alive.

H I S T O R Y
CW: fire, death, and Sexual Assault & child abuse

Isabella Maria Rossi was born to Rosa Martinez and Antonio Rossi in Boston Massachusetts. Her parents met in California. Both were young and wild, living on the edge of their seats. Her mother was the daughter of a high-ranking Mexican Mafia member and her father was a member of the Italian Mafia. The star-crossed lovers didn't care where they came from, only that they loved each other. When Rosa found out she was pregnant, they moved to Boston Massachusetts in an attempt to get away from their families and live a safer life. Unfortunately, once you're in a crime family, you don't just leave a crime family. Trying to make ends meet, her father found a branch in Boston willing to give him a chance and gave him a few jobs. Honestly, Izzi had a great childhood. She was surrounded by family and culture and can speak three languages: English, Spanish, and Italian. The blood relatives that were let into her life were rare but treasured. More specifically her Abuela, her mother's mother. She used to tell her stories of Mexican folklore and taught her the traditions of El Dia De Los Muertos. She and Rosa were the only real windows into her Mexican heritage that she was allowed to see. The rest of her life was surrounded by American traditions such as baseball or her Italian culture. She could make her own pasta by the time she was eight.

These are the memories she holds closest to her heart because the happiness of her childhood faded to ash and embers when she turned eleven. She was asleep in her bed when she smelled it. It reminded her of when the coffee pot was left on and the coffee burned in the pot only much much worse. She woke, choking on the smoke that snaked its way into her room. Her parents, used to a life of danger, taught her that if anything was ever wrong to go out her window. Even if they lived in a two-story house, potentially breaking a leg was better than burning alive. Or being shot in the head. So, she grabbed the backpack she kept in case of emergencies with authorized copies of all important documents, a few sets of clothes, and a few of her treasures like her stuffed wolf aptly named "Wolfie", and climbed out her window in her pajamas. Almost as soon as she was over the sill, the air seemed to explode and she was tossed out the window and onto the grass. She had a broken arm from her hard landing and had a few burns on her back from where her pajamas caught fire in the backdraft, but she was ultimately unscathed. However, her parents, and grandmother who was staying at the time, died in the fire. She didn't find out until years later that they had actually been shot before the fire had even begun. She had been spared.

She spent the rest of her life bouncing in and out of foster homes. She was in the first home until she was fourteen where she had been sexually assaulted and abused repeatedly by not only her foster father but also her eldest foster brother. Her high school physical education teacher was the one to discover the bruises. They had a uniform they had to wear for gym and they would provide uniforms if one was left at home, however you'd have to pay for it. So she made sure to wear her uniform but it exposed a lot of her trauma. When asked, she would just tell people she was clumsy and had an iron deficiency. Her teacher didn't buy it. Not after watching her participate in team sports. She was actually fairly coordinated. After she was removed from that home she was in and out of emergency homes until she landed in her forever home at the age of sixteen.

Her love of plants started when she was a kid. Her mother's hobby was gardening. She could make almost anything bloom even in conditions they wouldn't normally thrive in. Her foster parents learned this about her and had built her a small greenhouse in the back of their home as well as a small plot for a garden. She actually grew a lot of their produce which saved them money on groceries. They made sure her boundaries were set and kept until she decided she felt safe enough to readjust them. Right before she turned eighteen, she was surprised with a certificate of adoption. She chose, however, to keep her father's name because it felt like keeping him alive. However, she'll sometimes hyphenate with her adopted name "Brecker".

Izzi has a love for history and when she found Lindenwood University, she was sold. It wasn't far from her adoptive family in New York...or at the very least, they were just outside the city in one of the suburbs... and they had a botany program with an apothecary-like room of specimens. Seeds, leaves, flower petals, stems, you name it. Out of curiosity, she enrolled in a history class thinking it would be cool to analyze the tips of plants that grow in the desert. Funny how the strongest role model she'd have would result from this trip.

T H EX B L E S S I N G
Feline Physiology || She's always been fairly athletic, but with Bastet, she'll occasionally have slitted eyes that occasionally allow her to see in low light. Her nails also become a little stronger and sharper. Once her bond with Bastet strengthens, she'll actually be able to fully shift into the form of a cat. If she's not careful she could end up stuck like that before she gets the hang of the shift. In fact, she may find herself hunting rats in the street of New York one night because she wasn't careful.

Force-Field Manipulation || At first, she can only really cover small sections around her. It's raining? She can throw one up like an umbrella. Though, she only really does that at night because people would look at her strangely if the rain was just bouncing off the space above her head. She can also throw one up before her if she's about to run into someone or something (or if someone or something is about to run into her). After a while, she can put them up around herself. When Bastet is strong enough, she can put one around a small group. In a pinch, she can throw up a big one around a group, but she's got to put all her heart and energy into it. Who knows... maybe one day she can protect a good chunk of her city...

Charms of Protection || Using a drop of her blood, she can create a charm of protection for someone to wear or keep in their home. These charms can ward off bad energy/dark forces, some sickness, and even a few mental health fogs though they don't last forever. She has to recharge them after a period of time. The mental health charms can also only do so much so she recommends therapy instead. Though, she's never taken her own advice. Instead, she finds other ways to cope with the trauma of her past. Usually, those ways tend to burn as they go down or lead to a burst of ecstasy. But her motto is typically to do as I say and not as I do... again. Another thing that she doesn't do cus she hates when people tell her what to do which is likely why she's never gone to therapy.

S T R E N G T H S
Izzi can speak three languages. She's light on her feet which makes her hobby for roller skating as transportation pretty effective. She has her mother's green thumb and can grow almost anything anywhere if she's given the right tools to cultivate an environment. She can throw a mean right hook and could probably scratch your face off if provoked, but in a real fight, she may not be as useful.

W E A K N E S S E S
Izzi is terrified of small spaces. She knows she has the potential to become an addict and is very careful to toe the line, but she's terrified of crossing it one day without being able to come back. She'll put her life on the line to protect her friends and she's a major adrenaline junky so she tends to pull some pretty dangerous stunts.

So begins...

Isabella Rossi's Story

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#2022-02-22 22:56:52, as written by Saracen_Rue

Tarren Havenfield

Host of Anubis | Attire | #575772

Astrid Cordova

Host of Sobek | Attire | #0a3533

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, “We have to go after him don’t we?” Kayden paused, then looked back to the direction of which Trevor left. “We 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. “Professor 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. “You, 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. “I’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. “But, 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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#2022-04-28 18:29:16, as written by therealmcdreamy

Theodore O'Grady III.

#D57980.

Grayson Carter.

#621D1D.

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 ‘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 ‘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 ‘devilishly handsome’ on my grave stone.”

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Isabella Rossi

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a character in “Gods Among Us: Awakening”, as played by xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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