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Tarren Havenfield

Host of Anubis

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

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F U L LXN A M E
Tarren Aleena Havenfield

N I C K N A M E (S)
Ren (Most common & Preferred)

B I R T H D A Y
August 25th

A G E
Twenty-Four (24)

B L E S S E D B Y
Anubis, God of Death

G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Non-Binary, They/Them | Bisexual-Homoromantic

E T H N I C I T Y
White

H O M E T O W N
Brisbane, Australia

H E X
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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 11" | 135lbs

C L O T H I N G & G E A R
Tarren tends to steer more towards simplistic clothing. Ranging from t-shirts and jeans, always with their leather jacket, and a pair of boots, to occasionally the choice of a flannel over a t-shirt. Typically darker shades, of black, greys, blues, and reds. Anything that can handle extreme weather, and rough and tough outdoor work is Tarren's choice of 'comfort clothing'. In terms of gear, Tarren carries around their backpack, which contains:
Flashlight(s) x2
Batteries x12
Matches x24
Lighter(s) x1
Food/Snacks x6
Bottled water x4
Pocket knife x1
Bandages x12; Roll of Gauze x1




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L I K E S
Leather Jackets | Reading, despite being dyslexic | Music, doesn't matter what kind | Soft lighting, mainly dim lights | Darker elements, which is partially what lead them into their major at LindenWood | Natural sweet tea, with cane sugar | Comedy, thriller, and Pixar movies | Nature, mainly hiking | Extreme sports, they are an adrenaline junkie after all | Candles | Asian food | Dogs, especially big ones

D I S L I K E S
The smell of burnt toast and coffee | Most carbonated drinks | Liars and hypocrites | Fake people, who simply want to be their friend to get something out of them | Being used and taken advantage of | Small, tight spaces | Deep and dark water, bad experience | Large animals, like bears and alligators | Loud and sudden noises, especially arguments | Closed minded people | Being told they can be 'fixed' | Being spoken over and ignored | Scorpions and anything else with an exoskeleton | Artificially flavored things, like green apple and orange | People who talk while eating



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
In and of themself, Tarren seems to be a walking paradox. While they seem to be walled off and guarded with most people, around those they trust and consider a friend, Tarren is more or less an open book. On one hand, Tarren seems easy enough to figure out, but on another, no one truly seems to understand exactly who Tarren is. At the best of times, they're often regarded as reserved and to themselves, at the worst of times, Tarren is often referred to as a grump and somewhat of an asshole. Not being afraid to bite back or call people out for their bullshit, barely without batting an eye.

Tarren seems to be able to stand up to just about anyone without even flinching, but also seems to crumble under pressure when people ever get loud or argumentative. Someone who can look at the worst humanity has to offer, and smile at it, but also awkwardly and clumsily shy away from any new person they come across. To say not many have been able to figure Tarren out, is a bit of an understatement.

But that isn't to say that Tarren is the worst person one could meet, far from it actually. Tarren is known to be one to fiercely fight for their friends and come to their defense with little time to react. Typically being seen as a guardian or protector type for others, usually those who can't speak up for themselves or those who come under fire from every day bullshit. Safe to say, if you want anyone in your corner, it'd be Tarren. While they can bite back and defend others from whatever comes their way, there is a slightly softer side to them that not many get to usually see.

Putting away the grumpy, angry outershell, Tarren is just like anyone else their age. Having a knack for an odd sense of humor, usually relying on playful banter and harmless insults aimed towards their friends. Down at the core, Tarren is a caring and protective soul. Whatever caused for them to become this way, is about anyone's guess, as they aren't exactly the most open type about their past or even really their family. But one thing is for certain, you want someone to come to your aid, while also calling you a dumbass? Then look no further than Tarren, as that's what they usually default to in the end.

Tarren is easily summed up as reserved, bit grumpy, but even more so, a true friend that you'd want by your side. Someone who will happily sit in silence with you, if it's just another person's presence that's needed. Or even being looked after and taken care of, Tarren does whatever they can to ensure their friends are okay, as by the end of the day, friends and family is the most important thing to them.



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H I S T O R Y
Much of their past hasn't really been much of a topic, as they mainly refuse to ever talk about it. But from what people have gathered about Tarren, is they had a seemingly normal enough child until they turned eight years old. That was when their father started to come home drunk more often than not, and the yelling and crying would be a sound they fell asleep or lied awake to for hours at night. Seeing as he was a former military man, who fell onto alcohol dependency as a coping mechanism for his PTSD. But those late night screaming matches, were something they often can't help but think on as they lie awake at night, the sound of glass breaking, things being thrown around from downstairs as their father yelled, telling their mother that she was useless and worthless. Something that Ren heard for much of their life up until when they turned fifteen. The years between then have become somewhat of a blur as of late. But what they do remember, were sleepless nights, and crying themselves to sleep at night as they didn't know what to do. Who to go to, or if they even had anyone to go to. Seeing as Tarren was never exactly the popular kid, and as such they didn't have many friends. And those they did have, didn't tend to stick around long enough.

Skip forward to when they entered high school, things had finally started to look up for them as their father was finally put away in jail for drunkenly beating his wife one night. Tarren had enough, and called the cops, and they took him away, hopefully for a long time. As they entered high school, they started to make some friends and truly experience life without having to worry so much. Tarren had met a small group of kids, outcasts as they were called. People like them that didn't exactly blend in with others.

Something they welcomed. It was that that Tarren had started to question who they were in more ways than one, that they remembered having a drunk conversation with their friend about everything. Their life, their past, and themselves. It was the next day that they decided to come out to their mother, not knowing what to expect. They were oddly relieved when she said that she had always known, and that she was there for them no matter what. It was only when they had started to date someone for a few months after they turned eight-teen that Tarren got news they never wanted to hear. Their mother was diagnosed with a rare medical condition, and after some time, it was determined that it was ALS.

Ren didn't know what to do as everything they knew was starting to fall apart. Their small group of friends was slowly falling seperating as they went off to university or let the country to study abroad, and their own relationship started to feel like they were walking on eggshells, and then the news about their mother. Tarren did everything they could to keep things as they were, to hopefully make their mother's life less painful and more barable.

But graduation was slowly approaching and they had to decide on what to do. They remembered receiving a letter to LindenWood, offering them an opportunity at their school as someone unknown at the time had sent in a good reference as they knew times were tough. Ren didn't know what to do, accept the opportunity to seek out not only a well paying job, as well as something they always wanted to do, due to their past, or stay at home with their mother who was slowly declining in health. Their mother gave her own advise, go to college, get that degree and job they always wanted and they could help their mother out that way. Find a life for themselves and be happy. And so they did, the best they could anyway.

It's been almost five years, and Tarren has since coming to LindenWood University, formed a small friend group, achieved surprisingly good grades, and a more than promised position as a Criminal Profiler, once upon graduation. Everything was starting to look up for Tarren, even with the occasional visits back home to visit their mother.

It was only after being told about and invited to the field trip in Egypt by their History Professor, who had offered to help them land on their feet if all went south after graduation at LindenWood, that Tarren had almost no other choice, but to accept the offer. This trip would not only grant them a better grade on this report, but also allow them to explore more of the world, and see places they've never been to. That was two weeks ago, and they've since arrived to Cairo, Egypt, with the small group of College co-eds, and Ren isn't sure what to expect...



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T H EX B L E S S I N G
Osteokinesis
Once Ren has become a host for Anubis, God of Death, they will take on the properties and abilities that come from him. The ability to manipulate bone. This power goes by many different names, such as bone control, bone manipulation, controlled bone growth and extra-skeletal manipulation. Tarren will have the ability to control, change and manipulate the bones of themselves and others (which takes a lot of practice and control to manipulate another living being's bones)

After becoming a Host for Anubis, Tarren will have the ability to produce their own bone growth, decay bone, pull the bone out of the skin and make them weaker or stronger. These are just a few of the incredible things that Tarren can do with this power. Much like Wolverine as an example, Tarren can force the bone in their knuckles to extend through the skin and can be used as weapons themselves at will. But they can easily break or be damaged with enough force.

They can also form and summon small to medium sized barriers, walls, and weapons made from bone. Either using their own, someone else's, or a random pile of bone to do so. While some is easier than others, like forming a spear or sword, or maybe even a small shield in comparison to say a barrier made of bone. While they can be quick and easy to summon and control, they are also very easy to break through and wear down over time. Not exactly making the best for long periods of time.

One important thing to note, is that if you have ever broken a bone before you know just how excruciating it can be. This does not change for Osteokinesis. If Ren chooses to break their own bones or another persons bones, the excruciating amount of pain that comes with it does not change. If Tarren does choose to break their own bones then their pain tolerance should be high as it is a very painful thing to go through.

Overall, it is an incredible power that can help in many different scenarios. It can be used for either good or bad, as Ren has the ability to heal bones or break them.

Teleportation
This one is simple and often doesn't need much explanation. The ability to move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between.

Tarren can teleport, or transfer matter (beings/objects, including themselves) or energy from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them. This can be achieved by various means, including causing the atoms/molecules to travel at light-speed, warping the space, or use quantum superposition, in which Tarren teleports by spatially rearranging the subatomic contents of a system.

While teleportation may seem like it is simply for travel, it can be a valuable ability as it can be used offensively (and quite powerful, as a spatial attack) while offering superiority regarding movement speed and distance coverage. Over time, Tarren can use it for many innovative manners. Following is a list of, but not limited to:

Ren can teleport, or transfer matter (beings/objects, including themselves) or energy from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them. While teleportation may seem like it is simply for travel, it can be a valuable ability as it can be used offensively (and quite powerful, as a spatial attack) while offering superiority regarding movement speed and distance coverage.

Coordinate Tethering: Lock-onto and allocate anything the user desires while transporting oneself or others, as long as they are in sight.
Empathic/Bonded Teleportation: Teleport to those that they have strong feelings for, especially if it's mutual, or one can teleport to those who have strong feelings towards them. As long as they are within less than a mile radius. But note, even then is pushing it.
Tactile Teleportation: Teleport anything/anyone away, strictly through skin to skin contact and has to be a skilled user to teleport more than just their self.

Offensive Means[/b]
Teleport objects into a target, causing telefrag, which can punch holes or bisect the target.
Teleport objects into another object, causing the object to displace the object teleported. (Using glass to cut a concrete pillar or metal sticks into a target's body.)
Teleport a target to Tarren, to intercept an incoming attack, defending themselves and causing the target's attempt to backfire at the same time.
Teleport anything small to around the target to immobilize the opponent.
Teleport a massive object above the target, letting it crash down to crush the target to death.

All of the affor-mentioned require more than a single use and require much concentration and their overall skills. But a constant use, and after prolonged periods, will often leave Ren light headed and drained of most of their energy. As well as a bloody nose if they choose to continue to push themselves more than they should. And at extreme times, can even cause fainting, or even possible death.

S T R E N G T H S
Tarren has a surprisingly good memory and attention to detail, an pick up clues rather quickly, even if they don't seem to be paying attention | Hand to hand combat, they were taught by their father who was in the military, had been training for eight years | While they may be rather quiet around strangers or those they aren't very comfortable around, they can be a leader or help make choices when time calls for it

W E A K N E S S E S
Dyslexia, they knew from a young age that they had a reading disorder, but due to their past having to read loud or talk about their disorder causes severe anxiety | Too daring and risky for their own good, often putting themselves at risk if it means someone else is safe | Tarren has a slight temper, mainly when it involves others being mistreated


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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.”