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Jaycen Apollyon

Host of Sekhmet

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a character in “Gods Among Us: Awakening”, as played by AbsoluteWhisper

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F U L LXN A M E
Jaycen Jamala Apollyon

N I C K N A M E (S)
Jay (preferred), JJ (only close friends)

B I R T H D A Y
August 3rd (Leo)

A G E
27

B L E S S E D B Y
Sekhmet, Goddess of War, Disease, and Healing

G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Genderfluid/Doesn’t care || Homosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Greek and Russian

H O M E T O W N
Atlanta, Georgia

H E X
#941200



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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6’1’’ || 180 Pounds

A P P E A R A N C E
If someone were to sum up Jaycen in one word, that word would be intimidating. Her stature certainly doesn’t help, leading her to towering over most people, but her time in the Marines shaped her figure. Long gone are her slight but soft feminie curves, instead she is more rugged and square with broad shoulders and thick limbs. Since leaving the Marines, she has maintained a strong physique, given the gym is one of the few constants she can cling to. So she’s muscular, but not overly so; just fit enough to be considered in peak physical shape. If her size and height don’t intimidate people, it's her facial expression. Her eyes are sharp and intense, with her golden brown irises shining in most light. Jay is stricken with one of the most powerful resting-bitch-faces of all time. In fact, this is her expression 90% of the time, given she doesn’t tend to emote much. This, in turn, makes her hard to read; she could be happy and look exactly the same as she was pissed off moments ago.

From her time in the service, Jay has both scars and tattoos. Her largest tattoo is a floral blackout sleeve on her right arm; she got it to hide some of the ugly tattoos she disliked when she was younger. The only tattoo she has retained since being discharged is a pretty basic depiction of the Marine Corp logo and motto. Her most recent tattoo is a tiger’s face on the back of her left calf. As for scars, she has some minor cuts on her arms and legs, and two bullet scars, one on her right thigh, and the other on her left shoulder.

C L O T H I N G & G E A R
Being in service for so long instilled some habits into Jay. She rarely sports open-toe footwear, often defaulting to her favorite work boots the majority of the time. Her fashion sense is very utilitarian, with clothes that are comfortable and affordable, like jeans, button ups, slacks, and t-shirts, but regardless of what she wears she always looks put together and neat, and her style tends to lean more masculine. Her dark brown, upper-back length hair is most commonly found in a braid or bun to keep it out of the way.

As for what Jay keeps with her at all times, there isn’t much. She tends to travel light, usually with some kind of multi-tool or pocket knife, her cell phone, and some accessories for taking care of her dog. She doesn’t open carry, but she does have a pistol in her apartment kept in a locked safe. However, there is one thing she has with her at all times, and it's her service dog Achilles, or Chili for short. He is a large pitbull who’s head reaches just below her waist, with tan and white fur, bright blue eyes, and cropped ears, and he always has his β€œservice dog” vest on. Despite the fact that Chili looks just as intimidating as his owner, he is a big sweetheart with a naturally calm disposition, but he takes his job seriously and isn’t easily distracted. Chili is there to ground Jay in case she has any PTSD episodes, along with checking her apartment every time they arrive at home, guarding her from behind, retrieving medication or items should she need them, and turning on lights if she can’t.




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L I K E S
The quiet - Being alone - Animals of all kinds, especially dogs and big cats - A smooth whiskey - Sparring - Cleaning firearms - Going to the shooting range - Planning out new tattoos - Hot chocolate - Fruity desserts - Pretty ladies - Drawing - Medium-rare steak - Traveling - Video games of all genres - Well lit rooms - Camping - Being in control - People who don’t pry - Learning about the human body - Swimming and the beach - Cold weather

D I S L I K E S
Surprises or anything startling - Large crowds - Being talked over - Overly excitable people - Judgemental people - Bigots of any kind - Darkness - Feeling trapped - Not having Chili with her - People who pet Chili without asking first - Being told what to do - Losing control of herself and her emotions - Her PTSD episodes - Bitter foods - Forced social settings - When she dissociates



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Jay, in most cases, is cold and brittle. If her appearance is intimidating, her personality reinforces that. Although not standoffish or quiet, she is often regarded as unexpressive. Her face remains flat as she speaks, with her icy gaze traveling from person to person as she addresses them. Somehow, Jay manages to keep herself guarded while also being assertive; she will speak her mind without prompting. In fact, she’s not afraid of any attention or scrutiny, and she thrives under whatever amount of pressure is put on her. Most people that work with her say she has a β€œbad attitude”, mostly because she’s aggressive and analytical to an intense degree and she takes shit from nobody. She is fantastic at reading people, and the moment she can sense someone challenging her or lying, she will point it out. Most people are surprised by how witty she is, but there’s a directness to her retorts, even if she employs sarcasm. She wants everyone to know that she is scared of nothing and nobody, and that she thinks she’s smarter than those around her. She doesn’t necessarily believe she’s inherently better than everyone else; Jay just knows her strengths and is confident in them. She’s confident in herself. Years in a high stress, high danger environment ensured that. If she wasn’t confident with herself in the field, she and her fellow Marines would die. This carried over even after leaving the service.

In fact, much of the person Jay is today is because of her time spent in the Marines. All of her just seems neat and orderly, ranging from her home to her handwriting. Her posture is impeccable, and all of her movements are measured and assertive. She regards authority figures with respect, always using the correct titles and honorifics, as long as she believes they have earned their position. People who do not deserve her respect will not be treated as such, and people who disrespect her will be met with the hostility they deserve. And when her brain is no longer the answer, she is not afraid to resort to violence should the need arise. In combat, she is brutal and swift; most cocky people tend to be unable to back themselves up, so she’s won the majority of her engagements.

However, Jay’s time in the service has done more than shape her demeanor. After many traumatic events, Jay was officially diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) less than six months after being discharged. PTSD comes in many different types and forms. For Jay, her most prominent symptoms are hypervigilance, dissociation, and psychosomatic episodes in the form of panic attacks. When she enters a building, her eyes are immediately scanning for exits and points of defense. In her own home, she cannot relax until she knows every room has been checked, every window is locked, and every door is secure. Chili helps her with that by providing an extra set of eyes and protection in her blindspots, along with quickly looking for intruders every time they return home. When she starts an episode, Jay has learned how to hide it, but she gets stuck in her own head. More often than not, she dissociates, her eyes glaze over and she becomes unresponsive. On occasion, she can devolve into a full blown panic attack. Chili can sense when the episodes are about to start, and he helps ground and distract Jay, hopefully before they get bad enough that she has to leave wherever she is and isolate.

All of this, of course, is Jay at face value. Even if she may be her genuine self at all times, to say she is guarded would be an understatement. She hasn’t β€œlet anyone in” in years. Her mind has associated many emotions as weakness, so she blocks them out as fast as they pop up. Even if she acts like nothing scares her, expressing genuine happiness and love terrifies her. She worries it will get herself or someone she cares about killed, or if she does finally let someone in, they will use her. As a result, the ways that she conveys she cares about someone are unorthodox. She can become oddly protective of people, especially those who appear smaller and weaker than her. She does not tolerate those who use others for their own gain, and she will stand up for people without being asked to. She often does acts of service before everything else, wanting to be helpful to those around her. But, if anyone asks about it, she will deny it outright.



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H I S T O R Y
Jaycen Apollyon was born to two doctors. Her mother, a trauma surgeon, and her father, a veteran turned pediatrician. Her life was simple, easy. Money was never a problem, and Jaycen thrived in school. She had a sister, Phoebe, five years younger than her, and the two of them were as thick as thieves their entire lives. Everything was going well; Jay already picked some colleges to apply to for their pre-med programs. And then, her world fell apart. When she was home, studying for her first round of SATs, her parents and sister were in a freak car accident. A drunk driver t-boned them at an intersection. Her mother and father died on impact, but her sister, she held on for a while. A couple of weeks in a coma until a seizure took her late at night. Jay was only 16.

For the first year, she was bounced between homes. With no immediate family able to take her in, and nobody wanting a kid that would turn 18 in less than a few years, she was never able to settle. Only a few months after turning 17, Jay enlisted in the Marines, just like her father did in an attempt to get away from all the lawyers and families that didn’t want her. She spent a few months at Parris Island before officially joining the Marines. There, she excelled. The numbness had long since settled in her body, and while being able to turn off emotions, she made the perfect soldier. By 21, she was offered a position in the Marine Forces Special Operations Command; higher stakes, higher salary, more recognition. Jay said yes. She became a Marine Raider not long after, meaning she was on an elite team sent out to eliminate targets.

Jay’s time as a Raider is what affected her most. Spending weeks, months with a small group of people, deep in enemy territory, and having to do this process over and over… She changed. Her team was made up of ten people, all of them men except her and another woman, Charlotte. Jay bonded with Char; it was rare for women to be on an elite force like this. They crossed a few boundaries they shouldn’t have. Char was the first person Jay let in since the death of her parents and sister. On one mission, the team was split into two groups. Char and Jay were separated, and after coming back together a week later, Char was… different. Distant, easily angered, and every time Jay got close Char flinched away. It took weeks, but eventually Jay found out what happened to her. [TW: SA and suicide for the remainder of this paragraph] The four men on her team suddenly attacked her. They caught her off guard, sexually assaulted her, and threatened to kill her if she told anyone. Only a few weeks later, Jay found Char’s body; an apparent open and shut case of suicide.

For their next mission, the last one Jay would ever go on, she requested to be sent in alone with those same four men. It was slated to last a week, but three days later, Jay requested evac, alone, with a bullet wound in her shoulder. She told them all four were killed in the line of duty, and she barely escaped with her life. Of course, that’s not what actually happened. Jay killed all of them, somewhere deep in that desert, and burned their bodies. One had actually shot her, but that just made the entire thing more believable.

Due to her injuries and the result of a psych eval, Jay was honorably discharged. Now, with the support from the government and the money left behind from her parents, Jay decided to pursue what she should have years ago. She enrolled at LindenWood University, a place far, far away from her home city, in hopes of finding a change of pace. She got Chili about a year ago, and he has been exactly what she needs to adapt to civilian life once again. She hopes to one day be a surgeon just like her mother was.


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T H EX B L E S S I N G
Lion Physiology || Once Jay is taken as the host of Sekhmet, she will first be gifted with Lion Physiology. Lions are one of Africa’s apex predators, and they have the physical capability of maintaining that position. Jay’s senses will be heightened to an extreme degree, with her strongest sense shifting from sight (that of humans) to hearing (that of big cats). She will be able to see in the dark, detect the slightest of movements with her sight and her hearing, and her sense of smell will be sharp enough to track anything that exudes a scent. Along with her senses, her remaining corporeal abilities will be intensified. She will possess the strength of ten men, along with having lightning quick reflexes, enhanced flexibility, and the ability to leap more than a dozen feet into the air.

This shift in her physiology will manifest in physical traits as well. After becoming host, Jay will be gifted with the tail of a lion, sprouting from her tailbone. This will give her an enhanced sense of balance, however, if the tail is broken, her new sense of balance will be hindered. Along with a tail, a new, additional pair of ears will grow on the top of her head. Like a lion’s ears, they can swivel a full 180 degrees, giving her the ability to pick up on sounds that are behind her or out of view. At will, she will be able to grow claws from her fingers and toes, and lengthen her canines. With these canines, and the new bite force that came with her abilities, she will be capable of piercing through armor and obliterating even bone with a single bite. Those are the larger, most combat capable changes, but a few minor ones will also be present. In harsh light, her pupils will shrink to slits. She is capable of roaring, and like lions, it can be heard from several miles away. Some animalistic instincts will take the forefront of her consciousness, like licking her wounds, sniffing others to remember their scent, scent marking objects or people, responding to things with growls, etc.

Berserker Empowerment || Should the need arise, for a period of time, Jay is able to channel more of the power of Sekhmet and enter a Berserker state. When in this state, all of Jay’s physical capabilities are immensely enhanced. Her strength is increased, allowing her to lift hundreds of tonnes of weight or cleave through anything in her path. She is fast, almost impossibly so for her size. Her already heightened senses and reflexes are dialed to one hundred. And, most important of all, her body retains an almost impossible durability. Damage from blades or bullets will bounce off of her. This is not an infinite, impenetrable durability; flames and electricity are her biggest weakness, and attacks with immense force and pressure will still get through her defense. However, another benefit of her Berserker state ensures that she feels no pain. In fact, she doesn’t feel much at all. The only thought in her mind is to kill everything that stands in her way; a byproduct of allowing Sekhmet to essentially influence her every thought and action.

Her Berserker state is an impressive weapon, and when wielded properly, Jay is able to bring down armies on her own. But as powerful as it is, it comes with equally immense drawbacks. The biggest one being the strain it has on her physical form. Having the strength of a god explode out of a mortal body takes its toll on said mortal body. Assume the form for too long, and Jay’s body will deteriorate from said strain. Her blood vessels will start to burst, then muscles will tear, bones will break, and eventually organs will rupture. Her minor healing can help with most of it, repairing damage as it’s created, until it becomes too much for said healing. However, because she cannot feel pain, there is a risk of Jay not knowing she’s gone too far until it’s too late. While in her Berserker state, because she is so focused on killing everything in her path, her mental capacity is lowered. It's almost as if she blacks out and Sekhmet takes over, the perfect killing machine but nothing more, with no relationships or thoughts that matter. She may turn on friends and loved ones if they attempt to stop her from doing what Sekhmet wants, which is to kill as much as possible and fulfill her endless bloodlust.

Minor Healing || Jay is able to perform minor acts of healing. When on herself, her healing capabilities are much higher than on others. On others, she can close wounds, heal bruises, and stop bleeds, along with curing minor illnesses like viruses and infections. However, on herself, she can also heal broken bones and minor internal damage, but ruptured organs and removed body parts are impossible to fix. All of her healing is utterly exhausting for her to perform, and without her Berserker state, she cannot do multiple acts of healing.

S T R E N G T H S
Due to her time in the Marines, even without the blessing of Sekhmet, Jay is a capable fighter, both in close quarters and in range. And she’s won almost every engagement she’s been in; if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be alive now. She is analytical and observant, and she can make quick decisions that many would consider tough or impossible. Her knowledge of the human body is extensive for a Freshman pre-med student, mostly because of her parents’ professional fields, and the fact that she took field medic training in the Marines and EMT training after she was discharged. Due to her intimidating presence, it’s not hard to frighten people, either into what she wants them to do, or away from her friends. She is a strong speaker, capable of speaking clearly and concisely, even under duress.

W E A K N E S S E S
Most people would consider Jay cold and unapproachable, meaning she has trouble forming close bonds and relationships. She doesn’t necessarily have a short temper in most cases, but there are a few things that can cause her to fly off the handle. And, even if she isn’t necessarily outwardly angered, Jay is fast to resort to physical violence if she sees no other option. Her PTSD affects almost everything she does. Chili and medication has managed to keep a handle on it, but she does have bad days. Many things can trigger her, and if Chili is taken away, she can devolve into a full blown episode or flashback. Because of her staunch independence, Jay will not ask people for help, even if she desperately needs it.


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Jaycen Apollyon'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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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.”

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