Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen

Introduction

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Once, mankind lived in a world of gods and monsters. Vengeful, voracious, and larger than life; mortals lived in both awe and terror of them. The Olympians, as they came to be called, treated the world as their playground, and the Greeks couldn’t get enough. Tales of their grand affairs, vicious conflicts, and the feats of their children were sung all across the peninsula, and that belief and adulation fueled their power even more.

The power of belief so often is overlooked, and as the world began changing, the Olympians paid it no mind—until it was too late. As fewer and fewer mortals continued to worship the old gods, people found new religions to follow and stories to tell, the might of the once supreme Olympian gods began to wane. By the dawn of Christianity, they were undeniably diminished, and in a last ditch effort to preserve their godhood, the Greek gods combined their powers to create their own pocket dimension, taking with them both the faithful, and their creatures of legend. They called it Olympus.

For centuries, the Olympians licked their wounds, gaining strength and consolidating power from their followers in Olympia. But quarters are tight in such a small and isolated reality. As competition for the precious power that came with their followers heightened, constant war became the reality of this world. With the Renaissance however, and the resurgence in popularity of the Greek mythos, the Olympians once again ventured forth to walk the Earth. The world was certainly different from the one they had left so long ago, but some things never change. Their godly appetites certainly hadn’t.

In a matter of years, earth was once again littered with demigods, and it was then that the Olympians made a course altering discovery. The success, influence, and renown of their progeny gave them power; just as surely as throngs of followers in Olympia could. That realization was a game changer, at least for the more ambitious of the gods, and with it came the founding of, what is known today as, the Legacy Academy for Higher Learning, and the annual Agon...

This year, like countless years before it the students of the Academy prepare for their chance at the Agon. But, what they don't know is under the surface, just beneath their noses one of their own plans for more. Demigods will become divided amongst themselves and forced to choose a side, fight for Olympus or fight for themselves. With the Agon as the staging ground, a war amongst the demigods will determine the future for all of Olympus.




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Before the Founding of Legacy Academy, and the Agon in Olympia, it was commonplace for the warring gods to kill each other’s children, or even set the demigods against each other. Children were murdered in an endless cycle that even the most hardened of the gods grew wary of. With the Academy, came a pact amongst the gods; the killing would stop, and the greatest of the gods’ favor would only be granted to the worthy in a test that became known as the Agon.

Demigods of all parentage are allowed to compete in teams against harrowing challenges that change every year. Only the winning team receive gifts from the gods, but exceptional standouts have the opportunity to display their worth as well. The Agon is watched by all the students of the academy, but also the powerful and influential demigods of the wider world. It is a proving ground of sorts to create one’s own power base, but also to potentially catch the eye of an older, more powerful demigod. No Agon, however, should every be entered lightly, as the danger is real, and death, while not exceptionally common, has been known to occur during the course on the events. Regardless of the number of members allowed on a team, each member falls into one of the following categories:


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B R A I N

Members of this category tend to be key strategists or leads for a team. Their strengths play into the knowledge they bring to the table and their abilities to out think any kind of puzzles or challenges they come up against. The Agon is meant to be a test on many levels. Some years that has not been through physical means, but a battle of the mind. An Agon team without a Brain lacks focus and strategy.


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B R A W N

These are typically the tank or combative role. They do a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to fighting, and a group's' offensive strategy tends to be built around them. If there is not at least two on a given team, an offensive strategy would be fruitless. There has never been a team to win the Agon with less than two brawn teammates. A lot of the team dynamic revolves around them from supports to plan of attack.


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S U P P O R T

A more complicated category, these team members have talents that lend themselves to acting as compliments to the group's more offensive members. Support members often times enter specifically with a brawn member because of their complementing abilities. They have skills and abilities that can aid, enhance or defend the brawn characters. These characters can compliment the brawn making up for what they lack or strengthen what they excel in.


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S P E C I A L

This is the broadest category, but covers members of the team with specialized abilities that may or may not give a team the winning edge. They tend to have unique abilities lending themselves for a specific purpose. That is not to say the team members in this role are incapable of combat, but their primary usefulness lies in their more unique talent rather than brute strength, intellect or support.




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K A L x M I N - S U

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Toggle Rules

Firstly, many thanks to the wonderful Mjolnir for taking the design lead, and creating this beautiful intro page, and the OOC coding that will be added. It is vastly superior to anything visually I could have put together, so all credit for the coding goes to them. :)

1.) No godmodding. This is a cooperative RP, so any action in the story between characters needs to be hashed out and agreed to between all writers involved before the fact. Drama is fun in the story, but infinitely less so between writers, so let’s all try not to step on each others’ toes. :)

2.) Character Reservations are currently closed.

3.) Players are welcome to multiple reservations, but keep lets try to keep the gender ratio as even as we can. I also reserve the right to reject any character on the basis of literacy, completeness, or lack of use/understanding of the source material in the OOC pages. I spent a hell of a lot of time on the background for all of this, and it will not be ignored. Adding more details to your character’s personal story with their godly parent is fine, but keep their story in-character for that god's profile please.

4.) This is a mature RP. Violence is involved, and a certain level of crude language is to be expected as a possibility. Romance is also allowed and encouraged for plot purposes, but following the site guidelines. If things get too hot and heavy, fade to black. You can always take it to PM if you guys want to explore the whole scene.

5.) Real life gets us all, I’m guilty of that as well, but if you have to disappear for a while, you need to let us know. You can even assign someone to move your character(s) along in the plot passively until you can return.

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Lee Shepard // Child of Poseidon// Mentor // Location: Legacy Academy
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The annual pre-Agon bash was Legacy Academy’s worst kept secret. Considering most of the staff were alumni, that wasn’t exactly surprising. Generally, there was a long standing tradition that for this one night, the teachers would turn a blind eye, the consensus being if the students were old enough to risk death in the field for gods and glory, they’d earned the right to some Grey Goose. For the students’ sakes that was fortunate, as some idiot this year had decided on a rave theme, and that light show was fucking hard to miss.

“Whatever happened to being subtle…” Lee grumbled, feeling thoroughly old as he stared across the lake to the student side of campus. Fifteen years wasn’t a comparatively long period of time in the grand scheme of things, especially to the company he’d been keeping lately, but in this moment it felt like a yawning chasm that had somehow begun to define his life. Fifteen years ago, it had been him acting like a dumbass at that party, naïve, reckless, actually eager for the day to come. He’d walked into that slaughter with a grin on his face, so sure he was about to get his petty wish to humiliate his father. How much that wish had cost him…Lee took another swig from his half empty bottle of bourbon, hoping he could wash down the unpleasant memories threatening to surface.

“Ouch, what’s your liver done to you lately?” The voice brushed past him like a soft summer wind, spreading warmth across Lee’s skin that has nothing to do with the bourbon. He shivered, not interested in the peace being offered. Lee didn’t deserve it tonight, and being comforted by a god somehow felt like a betrayal of those he’d lost. The fact they were...whatever it was they were doing here...it didn’t change that. So Lee said nothing. Stoney silence had a wonderful habit of making people leave.

Side stepping the hint, Apollo saddled up to him instead, gently reaching for the bourbon. “Alright…but maybe we should at least pace ourselves a little.” The tone wasn’t judgmental, but Lee snapped at him anyway.

“I don’t have a drinking problem Andy.” Lee jabbed at the god’s current moniker, cradling the bottle protectively to his side. If Apollo was offended by it, he hid his displeasure well, instead raising a brow as his summer green eyes swept across the pile of discarded bottles Lee may have pre-gamed with.

“Some of those are June’s.” It sounded defensive even to Lee’s ears, but he wasn’t going to apologize for it. Not tonight. Apollo agreed with a wane smile, sliding his hand down to Lee’s in a loose grip that the son of Poseidon was both grateful for, and immediately disgusted with himself for wanting. Even if it wasn’t tonight, demigods knew better than anyone how relationships between gods and mortals ended. Why Lee continued to court disaster with…it was beyond his logic. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from it either; betrayal or not.

Intimate moments are delicate things, hard to maintain and easily broken with the wrong kind of pressure. That was doubly true when one of the participants in question was emotionally handicapped. Not that Apollo minded or anything; that was just part of Lee’s charm, but it was difficult sometimes when it always felt like he was pulling away.

“Do you think they’re ready?” It was a question asked out of love, not lack of confidence, but even Lee could pick up the note of anxiety that lay within. The god of light, and music, and bedroom eyes was also a father, and a pretty damn good one as far as the gods went. Lee had lost friends, peers, and students to the Agon, but Apollo had lost children. Perhaps Lee wasn’t the only one in need of comfort tonight. His grip on the god’s hand tightened just a fraction, his thumb tracing circles along his skin as Lee watched Apollo flash a smile at someone from across the field.

“No one’s ever ready.” Lee admitted with another drag from the bottle. “But they’re strong, and they picked their friends wisely.” Sometimes that’s all anyone could rely on. Apollo had two daughters in the fray this year, and Lee knew both of them well. Lux was far more combatively competent than her sister, but Maya was no one to underestimate either. It also helped that they’d both been smart enough to align themselves onto some of the stronger looking teams this year. Lee couldn’t make promises they’d survive this, but he felt the odds were in their favor.

“Why do you go along with it?” Lee asked impulsively. It was something he’d never understood about the god who seemed content to masquerade as a human and steered clear of the politics in Olympia. Why support the Agon, the source of so much heartache for both of them, if he didn’t involve himself in the power plays that was its primary function.

“What’s the alternative, open war?” Apollo ran a hand through golden locks, the exhaustion of his tone suggesting he’d agonized over the issue quite a bit. “I’ve seen what that looks like, the death that sows. At least now they have a choice…some semblance of a childhood.” He seemed less convinced by the last part, but Lee didn’t comment, instead passing him the bourbon. It took a lot more than a bottle of Kentucky’s finest to get a god tipsy, but Lee figured he’d appreciate the gesture.

Their fingers lingered together on the bottle, and Apollo looked up as if to say something, or maybe do something else… Lee’s eyes lingered on full lips, plump and glossy in the moonlight, their faces inching slowly forward. Why was a sun god allowed to look so fucking good in this lighting?





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Abby Jarvis // Child of Ares// Brawn // Location: Legacy Academy

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“WOOOOOOOO! LIZARDS RULE!”

You’d think these idiots never had tequila before. Abby thought tersely, as a junior covered in neon glow paint streaked across the field with nothing but a baseball cap shielding his delicate bits, and a sparkler waving frantically in hand. The scene up field wasn’t much tamer, as throngs of students covered in neon bounced and bobbed (in what Abby could only assume was an attempt at dancing) under pulsing strobe lights and black lit canvas. The makeshift dance floor and accompanying bars were covered in more of that glow paint, which was only made more surreal by the fireworks shooting off in the distance. Someone must have recruited the Hephaestus or Hecate kids for the pyrotechnics, because the colors stayed in the sky far longer than natural with pictures of everything from the classical to obscene dancing around in the sparks.

The spring air was warmer than usual tonight, which was fortunate for the student body since most of their outfits were on the bare side of skimpy. Enough to make Abby feel overdressed in her Aerosmith tee and cut-offs anyway, but she hunched into her jean jacket regardless. Party pooper? Maybe, but she definitely wasn’t drunk enough to be cooped up in this crowd. Big day coming up or not, that was a problem in Abby’s power to solve. Glancing around at the open bars, it looked like the neon theme had extended to the drinks, with brightly colored liquids and jello shots littering every flat surface. Whether it was simply clever lighting, or less perceivable sources giving the drinks that unearthly glow, Abby was more interested in the less assuming bottle of Jack. Unfortunately, it was sitting on the middle bar right by the dance floor…and Wesley Tate. Just because they were teammates didn’t mean she liked him, much less the gaggle of minions and leeches currently surrounding their self-proclaimed team leader. Abby would be stuck listening to his crap enough starting tomorrow…not to mention Sebastian, (Who came with his own special set of annoyances.) so she decided to take her chances at another bar.

Lux and Khayla (The two people here she might actually have enjoyed drinking with.) were nowhere in sight, but she spotted Maya Torres not surprisingly at the one tiki themed bar set up. It was both glaringly out of place with its fake palm trees and plastic birds, and somehow fit right in with the accompanying LED string lights and shimmering iridescent bubbles. Abby had a hunch the tiki bar had been Maya’s doing, if her hula skirt and light up coconut bra was anything to go by. Maya was alright, though not necessarily Abby’s first choice in drinking companion. Still, the lure of rum might have been enough to draw her that way if Abby hadn’t heard Lottie by the neighboring bar.

“Umm t-that’s ok, I don’t mind! I’m actually kind of chilly.” The shy demigod’s voice practically squeaked as she wrapped the ugliest neon green sweater Abby had ever seen more tightly around herself. Lottie was with a couple other sophomore girls in similarly warm clothing. “Lucas, we’re fine..really! We just wanted to dance…”

“Ah come ooooon! Ya don’t wanna overheat do ya? You’ll feel looooads betta wi tha clunky jumpa off; dress fer the occasion loves!” Abby couldn’t tell if the overly friendly redhead and his leering sidekicks were sophomores as well, but they definitely weren’t Lottie’s friends.

“Hey ginger, take a hike. They’re not interested.” Abby muscled her way over to the bar, casually placing herself between them as she reached toward the bottle of Hennessy on the counter. It wasn’t Jack Daniels, but it would do in a pinch.

“Oi! Tough girl! Tha’s me stash yer pilfering there! Ye gotta be showin a bit more skin ‘n tha ta be gettin anythin fer free!” Lucas had the audacity to laugh as he moved to intercept, but it wasn’t until he grabbed hold of her jacket collar as if to yank it down off her shoulder, that Abby snapped.

One second the ass was upright by the bar, and a flash of red later he was a good twenty feet away, flat on his back while cradling his broken bleeding nose. Abby was looming over him when sense returned, one foot resting on his crotch, which his howling suggested had already taken some abuse. ”Touch me, or any other girl here again without permission, and next time I’ll kick them off.” She ground her heel in again for good measure before glancing toward the miraculously intact bottle of whisky still in hand. “This is mine now.”

The crowd that had gathered to watch her pummel Lucky Charms parted like the red sea as she walked back toward Lottie, who looked like she was warring between relief and mortification.
“Oh um t-thanks Abby, but you didn’t have to do that. Lucas is mostly harmless y’know...” She glanced nervously around Abby’s shoulder at Lucas’s still prone figure. “Will he be alright?”

“I changed my mind, I’m taking one ball as insurance!” Abby hollered back toward the crowd. Lucas was up and darting away in a flash, confirming his status as a son of Hermes. “Looks fine to me.”






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Jesse Bower // Child of Hermes // Mentor // Location: Legacy Academy
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The fireworks were in full swing by the time Jesse got back to campus, creeping stealthily through the main building like a thief in the night. Given her earlier activities that evening, it wasn’t a wholly inaccurate description. She’s been gone in Olympia for a number of days, not exactly what she would have preferred to do with a team to prep the week before the Agon, but if Val was right, this would help keep her kids safer than any last minute pep talk. Val’s classroom wasn’t hard to find. This time of night the school building was practically deserted, and the soft glow from the older woman’s desk lamp shown like a beacon as Jesse made her way quietly inside.

“You’re late. We expected you back at least a day ago.” Val didn’t even look up from her desk as she continued scribbling some kind of correspondence. She was old school like that, and hey, to each their own. Legacy Academy had never really pushed modern technology much outside the science department, but for a woman who valued efficiency as much as Val, you’d think email would be her thing. Still rude though, all things considered.


“Oh no, don’t worry about me. I made it out safe and sound after tracking down that milkrun of a grocery list you laid on me.” Jesse retorted dryly, shouldering off her pack. She’d been in too much of a hurry to change out of the silky getup she’d fled her last stop in, and as Valerie’s gaze finally left the desk, her eyes racked up Jesse’s frame with a lingering stare before settling with a pointedly raised brow.

“Get up to a bit of fun down there while you were at it? You know how the brass frowns on fraternizing with the locals. Tell me you at least used protection.” Valerie intoned in a manner Jesse was familiar enough with to know she was being teased, but rolled her eyes anyway. The silky lilac getup she’d filched was classically grecian, with a sleeveless cut and plunging bodice that denoted it’s wearer as working a very specific occupation. So y’know, assumptions could be made, but Val knew what her skill set was and why she’d been down there, so hardy har har.

“Well the evening did end with a little impromptu bondage, but all things considered, I think a fun time was had by all.” Jesse quipped back with a little smile as she thought back on dark eyes and a sinfully talented pair of lips that had seemed perpetually curved up with humor. Well...maybe not at the end there with the handcuffs, but remembering the look on his face once he realized what was happening had Jesse’s grin widening anyway. There were probably stealthier ways Jesse could have gotten into the mercenary’s room and found her prize, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. Gorgon scales were pretty hard to come by, and cost a small fortune to get your hands on because of it. They’d been lucky Jesse was able to track down someone bringing them to auction at all. She pulled out a soft leather pouch, and set it on the desk before pulling out some of the more easily acquired supplies on her co-worker’s list.

Val snorted at Jesse’s satisfied look, and began cataloging her haul. “Well, let’s just hope you didn’t piss off anyone too important.” Jesse shrugged at the warning, not feeling overly concerned. There were a lot of mercenaries in Olympia, spread out among all the different kingdoms, they didn’t all play ball together as a collective unit. She’d probably pissed off one guy with a sword, and besides, It wasn’t like she was ever going to see him again anyway. Which felt kind of like a shame, a less rational part of her who’d enjoyed that heist a little too much sighed. It was also probably for the best though. Even if that bridge weren’t thoroughly burned, the no hanky panky rule was there for a reason, even if it did feel a bit hypocritical coming from the big man upstairs. People in Olympia weren’t really supposed to know that they were here, and pillow talk has never been very conducive for secret keeping. Jesse also dipped her toes into their world enough to know it wasn’t a good idea to be much more than a passing face in the crowd to anyone down there. Just because there was a stranglehold on lines of communication between worlds didn’t mean people were stupid.

“So how long does it take to brew this greyscale cure? Will it be ready by tomorrow for the kids?” Jesse asked, changing to subject to the business at hand. When Val had told her the challenge this year involved monster hunting, including gorgons, it hadn’t really taken much prodding to convince her they needed to make a safety net. Those were some pretty high danger targets, and while manticore venom and other monster related poisons had some common treatments in the academy infirmary, Greyscale was a much more dangerous affliction. When the gods are known to use something to punish crimes, they don’t make the cure for it easily available, so this little trip had been strictly off book.

“We’re a little behind the eight ball here, but hopefully yes. Now I’ve got work to do.” Val replied with a wave of her hand, signaling a clear dismissal. It was a typical Val move, and Jesse was used to it enough from her friend, but she still huffed a little at the shrug off.

“You did good work out there Jess, I wouldn’t have trusted this to just anyone. You should get some rest though...we’ve got a big day tomorrow.” Dark eyes softened a bit as they glanced up at the younger woman. There was something there in her eyes that bothered Jesse, almost like an apology. It was supremely out of character, and made her a little uncomfortable. But then...given what day it was, maybe Val was just feeling introspective. All the staff who’d survived the Labyrinth got a little off this time of year. Trauma could be like that, and they all handled it differently. Knowing Lee, he was probably halfway through a liquor store by now, and June had been in a baking frenzy before Jesse had left, so there was probably a veritable muffin army lurking about. So after a long, lingering look, Jesse decided to bite her tongue and turned away. Val was pretty private about her grief, and she could respect that. “Night then. You get some rest too okay.” Jesse called back softly in parting as she headed back toward her apartment.

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Riley Hayfield Character Portrait: Thomas Andica Character Portrait: Theodore Luvgoode Character Portrait: Erin Davenport Character Portrait: Tarra Anderson

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Daughter of Artemis // Brawn // Attire // Location: Legacy Academy // #49AD8F

The fading in and out of the music overhead would have been enough to drive anyone to madness if it weren't for the copious amounts of alcohol, glow-paint, and over all atmosphere and vibe of the party as Riley sat by herself at the bar. Normally, she wouldn't have been in a situation like this, she wasn't exactly one for parties, especially ones like this. The overabundance of hormones and teenagers would be enough for anyone to call it quits, which Riley was slowly beginning to have her second thoughts as to why she was even here to begin with. She wasn't a party-goer, nevermind one of this caliber, but when she knew her friends had wanted her to be here in the first place, it was a bit too much for her to say no. Besides, she could handle being out for a little while longer, being around others wasn't entirely draining after all. But sitting here, waiting for any of her friends to show up was beginning to wear her down.

With a soft sight, Riley propped her head atop her left hand as she sat there patiently waiting for someone to show up and drag her away to something fun. Anything at this point. The daughter of Artemis was taken aback when she heard one of the students yell as he streaked across the field. Rolling her eyes as she shook her head, she really shouldn't have been here. But she had to hold out for her friends, if they were actually coming, which she was beginning to have second thoughts, maybe they set her up? Maybe it was a prank, or maybe she was even overthinking everything. With the premise of the Agon just around the corner, Riley was beginning to question if she really made the right decision. She wasn't a fighter, at least not a proper one, and out of all the demigods going into this, she was by far one of the least likely ones to come out of this alive, or even in one piece.

Riley was out of her element in every way imaginable and the reality of the situation began to slowly creep into her thoughts. Even if she did somehow manage to get out of the Agon alive, nevermind win, would it really be worth it in the end? Not like she really had much going for her anyway, her relationship with her mother was already falling apart back on Earth, her relationship with Artemis was rocky to say the least, and her future wasn't exactly a shining beacon of hope. Riley sighed as she picked up the glass in front of her, and downed the liquid in one fell swoop before the bartender filled it up once again. Maybe she could try finding one of her friends out in the crowd and try to enjoy herself for the last few hours before everything would change with the Agon. That's the least she could hope for at this point. Getting up out of her seat, Riley began to make her way through the large crowds of people in search of at least one recognizable face to help distract her until she managed to find one of her friends.






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Son of Poseidon // Special // Attire // Location: Legacy Academy // #006994

The music blared from all around as the party sprung to life as students preparing for the Agon celebrated one of their last few nights being a normal teenager. If any of them could ever consider themselves that in retrospect. Tommy found himself running across the field with one of his classmates as he streaked across the field in front of him. Tommy knew that if his friend was lucky, maybe he'd just get a warning, or if he was stupid and messed it up, he'd get at least detention at some point if he was caught by a teacher. Tommy slowed his pace down behind his friend as he needed to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the layout before him. Tommy caught himself staring across the way as an all too familiar face was clearly having an altercation with another student he recognized. Lucas, one of the children of Hermes that even Tommy wasn't exactly a fan of. He contemplated if he should go over and interject, but as the scene unfolded before his eyes, he knew the answer. Not like he would have been much of a help anyway. With the mix of him being on the smaller end, as well as knowing Abby Jarvis was all too capable of taking care of herself, he knew it would be best if he kept his distance and space away from the daughter of Ares. Abby having been only one of the few students to genuinely scare him. If he was ever so bold to even tell her that.

Tommy felt himself being forcibly pushed to the side by a much larger figure, which brought him back to his senses. "Oh shit, sorry my ba. I-" he started, but was stopped as another familiar face locked eyes with his. The older student simply looked down at Tommy with eyes that glinted in the light. "Watch where you're going, punk." the older male snapped back, his accent coming in full force. Tommy felt himself shrink the moment the son of Zues opened his mouth, causing him to take a few steps backward. Almost tripping over his own feet, "My bad, Logan. I'll be sure to watch where I'm going next time. Entirely my fault." Tommy quickly fumbled over his words, watching as the blonde-haired giant slowly turned and walked away in the opposite direction. Thomas could have sworn his life flashed before his eyes every time he had any sort of interaction with Logan. Sure, they were on the same team and had to work together soon enough in the Agon, but that was one of the downsides of it all.

Tommy was by no means a part of their group in terms of popularity, nor did he feel entirely confident being a part of their team, as he tended to always feel like a burden or trouble to the rest. But Tarra always reassured that Tommy was fine and that Logan could always just go and fuck himself if he really had an issue with Tommy being in their group. The only one that never made him feel like an outsider, was Erin. Who he was very greatful for. Out of those three, she was the least mean or rude to him, and was rather kind as far as he was concerned. If anything, he looked up to the daughter of Dionysus, and saw her like an older sister in a few ways. He admired her control over her powers, and the fact she wasn't entirely terrible company to have for the most part, he couldn't complain. Maybe he wasn't in the entirely worst team he could have been assigned to, only one way to find out was just around the corner. But he didn't have time to ponder on the Agon, he was here for a good time, and that's what he intended on doing as he made his way across the dancefloor and over to the bar to get a drink, and hopefully find someone to talk to.






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Child of Hades // Special // Attire // Location: Legacy Academy // #575772

The party had only been going on for an hour or so, and everything was already in a drunken haze for Theodore as he was in the middle of a large group of students, shotgunning a large can of four loco. Crushing the can flat as Theodore finished off the rest of the alcohol as his friends shouted in a drunken victory, patting him on the back and cheering him on for more. "I will, I will. Just uh, gimme a minute" Theodore chuckled as he cleaned himself off from the excess alcohol, which wasn't much at least. The beat and blare of the music overhead was slowly starting to get to him as he felt the world beneath his feet slide a bit as he tried to stay upright. "I'll be back in a few. I have something I need to do." the demigod chuckled as he walked away from his friends, briefly looking up at the stage where the dj station was. Flashing a small smile to Erin as she gave him a wide grin and wave of her hand, clearly enjoying herself as always. One of the few people that knew how to party, and pick some good songs for a party no doubt, would of course be a child of Dionysus, if not Apollo. Theodore turned back to the direction he was headed and stopped as he noticed a small altercation going on between Tommy and one of his teammates.

Theodore could feel a bit of annoyance and anger begin to brew as he watched the altercation go down before his very eyes. Thankfully, it was over before anything happened, but seeing one of his close friends being treated like shit by someone who always overstepped his boundaries didn't sit right with him. They'd probably talk to Logan about it later, and help set him straight. They had the annual Agon coming up, and Logan didn't need to fuck up anything else for his team than he already had done. The week prior Logan had caused a small scuffle with a few other students, and as a repercussion, his whole team had been threatened with being kicked out of the selection of teens being entered into the Agon. Which, Logan clearly didn't seem to care too much about. Why would he anyway? Logan was the type to do whatever he wanted, and get away with it, which wasn't surprising to anyone.

Sighing to himself as he saw Tommy walk away shortly after Logan stomped off, Theo continued his short walk to the opposite end of the bar, grabbing a few more drinks as he did so before turning around as he felt someone touch his back. "Hey, do you mind? I-Oh hey Tarra." he said with a small smile as the girl greeted Theo with a smile. "Hey, Theo. Have you seen Logan anywhere? I need to talk to him for a minute." the daughter of Hera shouted over the music. Theo shook his head as he didn't know where he went, "All I know is that he went off in that direction after starting some shit with Tommy. The usual, ya know?" he said with a coy smile, before taking a sip of his drink. "Figures. Thanks, Theo. I'll be sure to talk to him about that. Thanks." Tarra said with a smile, before quickly swiping Theodore's drink from his hands and dipping into the crowd. Leaving Theodore by himself, and without a drink. "Son of a bitch..." Theodore muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away with his drink, shaking his head as he turned back to the bar to order another one.







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Daughter of Dionysus // Support // Attire // Location: Legacy Academy // #8c066d

The party had sprung to life and crowds easily formed on the dancefloor as students gorged themselves on alcohol and other substances, as Erin stood on the stage and overlooked the event. She hadn't been in charge of looking after a party in a long time, and being back in her normal place after so long felt like home to her. If she could spend the rest of her life amongst the chaos of a good party, she'd kiss Legacy goodbye in a heartbeat, but she knew things like that were impractical and wouldn't last long. Even her love for events like this, and the high she got off of it would eventually grow old and tiring. Even if she didn't want to admit it. A smile creased her lips as she saw a familiar face amongst the crowds of people dancing, giving Theo a small nod and wave of her hand as she saw him make hos way over to the bar, losing him in the sea of faces.

Erin almost jumped out of her skin as she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. Looking to see who tapped her on the arm, she was relieved to see it was one of the other students relieving her for her break. Gods knew she needed one. "I'll be back in just a bit." she said with a smile as she left the other student in charge of the music for now. A child of Apollo, so they should have been more than fine on their own. Erin stretched and made her way off the stage with a small jump, landing in a group of students who cheered her on and patted her on the back, clearly all drunk and even high off of their asses. Erin simply shook her head and smiled as she pushed her way through the groups of students, almost being taken down as a much larger student ran out from nowhere and stumbled into her. "Watch where you're stepping, asshole." she called after him, seeing how he didn't pay much mind as he was quickly on his feet and running again. Dumbass, she cursed to herself as she got back to her feet thanks to no one, and started her way back to the bar where she had seen Theodore walk off to.

Much to her surprise as she pushed her way through the last group of drunken students, Erin saw Theodore and Tarra talking. Over the music and people around her, she couldn't exactly understand what was being said, nor did she think she really wanted to. Erin watched as Tarra swiped Theo's drink from their hands and made her way back into the crowd, disappearing from sight. Shaking her head, Erin walked up to Theodore with her shit-eating grin on her face as she did so. "So what was that all about?" she questioned, Theo shook his head at her question. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he chucked. "Why yes, yes I would. Hence why I asked." Erin mused, leaning against the counter of the bar. "She was just asking me if I had seen Logan, that was all. And then swiped my drink. Your girlfriend is a thief, ya know that?" Theo questioned with a chuckle, "Oh, trust me. I know better than anyone." Erin chuckled back as she received her drink, turning back to Theodore. "Well, I'll let you be. Now, I'm gonna go reprimand Tarra for stealing your drink. See you around, bud?" the two clinked their glasses and took a sip before Erin made her way back into the crowd of students once more in search of a drink thief, as well as figure out what she wanted to do while she still had some time to waste.





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Daughter of Hera // Brain // Attire // Location: Legacy Academy // #4c067a

Tarra made her way through the crowds after having stolen a drink, which in turn ended up being a pretty good choice. Least Theodore proved to have some sort of taste in alcohol. Besides, talking to Theodore was never a dull moment, surprisingly enough she actually had a small soft spot for him, if some were so bold to say. Tarra was halfway through the dancefloor and was on her hunt for Logan when she felt someone grab her by the arm. Instinctively, she turned around as she pulled her arm back towards herself, ready to tell the person to fuck off as she wasn't in the mood to talk, only to stop herself as she saw who it was. Only Erin. A small and genuine smile spread across her face, "Oh hey, babe. You already done with your break or...?" she questioned. "Not exactly, just on my break before I have to go back. But, I did want to at least have one dance with you before I go back to work, sound fair to you?" Erin said with a smile.

Tarra wasn't exactly in the mood for a dance, but she wasn't about to disappoint her girlfriend, least not right now. She could allow one dance at least for now. "I guess I could allow one dance with you." Tarra said with a sly smile. Erin had her moments of being endearing, and these were one of those few moments. A large smile appeared on Erin's face, and she quickly grabbed Tarra's hand and pulled her the side as another song started playing, Tarra placed her arms around her neck, along her shoulders as the two swayed to the beat. "So, what do you think of the whole Agon thing? Feeling nervous or do you still want to be a part of it?" she questioned, trying to gauge a response from Erin, as well as being genuinely curious of anyone else was nervous about the whole prospect. "Well, I mean...How can one not be nervous? Things could go easily wrong but, as long as we all work accordingly, we should be fine? Right? Besides, we're kind of like the best team for the job, right?" Erin mused with a smile. Tarra gave a small nod, still not exactly sure how to feel about it all herself. "I mean, as long as Tommy or Logan don't fuck it up, we should be fine. But, you know how those two dumbasses are, so who knows. But we'll be fine, from what I've heard, the Agon isn't even that hard." Tarra tried to ease around the subject as the two danced.

Thinking to herself for a moment Tarra looked around before looking back at her girlfriend, giving her a smile, "You trust me in this, right? You don't think we're going about this the wrong way?" Erin quirked her eyebrow at the odd question, not exactly understanding what Tarra was trying to allude to. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." she hushed under her breath. Giving a small nod, "Oh, that. Yeah. You're doing the right thing, I mean...We don't really have much of a choice. Not like I would have chosen a different side or anything. If that's what you're thinking." Erin questioned, with a small tinge of uncertainty. "Oh, of course not, Rin. I didn't...I wasn't trying to suggest that. I just wanted to make sure you were still on board is all. Ya know?" Tarra gave a small smile, Erin only simply gave a small nod in response. Neither one was entirely being honest, nor did they feel the need to push for an honest answer. Not in public at least. This environment wasn't the place for this.

"Hey uh, how about you get me another drink, as well as yourself one, and we can continue this conversation later?" Tarra gave Erin a small kiss on the cheek, "Sure, babe. Anything in particular or does it not matter?" Tarra gave a small shrug of her shoulders and watched as Erin disappeared into the crowd as she went to retrieve some drinks. Turning back around, she rolled her eyes and sighed heavily as Tarra saw another figure off to the side. Tarra pushed through the crowd and made her way over to the male that stood along to the wall, red solo cup in hand. "Well, what're you doing all the way over here by yourself, handsome?" she said with a small grin. "Being here against my will, as usual. I could have been in my room, reading a book and being away from the headache of it all. But yet you insist that I come here to this...Party. Why?" Chadwick questioned, taking a sip from his drink. "Because I needed a vote of confidence in someone I could actually trust in being honest with me? Besides, Erin is off doing her own thing as usual, Logan is being Logan and is no help to anyone, and Tommy...Don't even get me started on him." Tarra quipped under her breath, resting her back against the wall. "So, what I'm hearing is, you want to get rid of him? Cuz you know I could do that for you?" Chadwick said with a sickening smile. "Trust me, that's not what I want from you, least not now...But, there is something I do want from you." she said in a sickly sweet tone. The male raised his eyebrow in question, before taking Tarra's hand and following her throughout the crowd until they disappeared from sight.





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Character Portrait: Theodore Luvgoode Character Portrait: Amelia May Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Elliot Mills Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux

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The tiny sensible part of Amy’s brain said that maybe getting drunk the night before what was probably going to be the biggest few days of her life wasn’t exactly the best idea. But the burn of the vodka burnt away the anxiety she’d been feeling before she’d started drinking. God, was she crazy? She had to be crazy to get herself into this. She was good with a sword and she was strong and fast, but she wasn’t exceptional at any of them. Elliot had told them all they were ready, but he wasn’t going to tell them otherwise the day before the Agon. Maybe she should have waited another year.

Or maybe she just needed another drink. Yeah, she probably just needed another drink. Everyone around her seemed to be way drunker than she was. She was pretty sure she’d just seen someone streaking, which she desperately hoped was as the result of way, way too much alcohol. But some of the Dionysus kids were just that weird, so she didn't want to make assumptions as such. She was at least glad she hadn't overdone it with her outfit. She'd missed out on the neon paint but had made up for it with the sheer amount of highlighter she'd dusted over her face and legs.

As she reached the nearest bar, the selection of shots was almost overwhelming. There was a moment where she contemplated going and finding something a little more manageable, or maybe waiting until Reagan finally decided to show so they could at least make dumb decisions together. But another figure at the end of the bar caught Amy’s attention. She reached for the nearest shot and downed it, then downed another one practically without catching her breath. And then she grabbed some brightly colored neon drink and made her way down to Theo. She could feel the alcohol hitting already and she grinned.

“Hey, Teddy,” she called as she reached him, leaning on the bar beside him. “Good party, huh?”





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xxxthis dream isn't feeling sweet
xxxwe're reeling through the midnight streets
xxxand i've never felt so alone
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Back in Camden, Min hadn’t gone to many, if any, parties, and none of them were like this. The closest thing he’d experienced to a party was him and the two people he’d called friends playing some games together, all of them deciding they were going to rebellious and try a beer, and immediately deciding that they hated it. He’d never experienced anything like this, with the array of unnaturally coloured drinks and pulsing music and strobing lights. When he’d first arrived, things had felt so incredibly overwhelming that he’d considered turning around and just going home. But he’d been convinced to stay, and it had led to his current scenario.

He had lost Percy, for a start. Had he wandered off in search of a drink or had it been Min that had gotten lost? He wasn’t quite sure. And that was the second issue. For the first time in his life, Min was drunk. Considering he’d never drank more than a glass of champagne at a fancy event, he probably should have taken it a little easier than he had. But in his defense, he was about to enter an event where he could very well die or lose any of the handful of people he really cared about. God knows, he’d needed a distraction from that.

And, well, he hadn’t realised quite how strong the jello shots were.

He was, at least, aware enough to know that he needed to sit down. He was not, however, aware enough to know that he probably needed to drink something that didn’t contain copious amounts of spirits, and so had a glass of rum and coke in his hand. He told himself that it was, at least, better than shots.




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It had been ten years since Elliot’s Agon, and the parties appeared to have only gotten bigger and bolder since then. His party had seemed wild at the time, but it was nothing compared to the rave that seemed to be going on across the lake. They deserved every minute of it, though. Everyone seemed to have been putting in that little bit more of an effort in his class over the past few weeks, eager to make themselves the best they could be in time for the Agon, and his team had been training like crazy over the past few weeks. Some of them had even been prepared to train tonight, but he’d told them to take the night off and just let themselves be dumb teenagers for a while.

That didn’t mean Elliot had been sitting around idly though. He had planned on taking the night off, maybe hitting up some of the bars. But instead, he’d spent the past few hours working with Reagan, making sure she was confident. She was more than capable, but he was mostly concerned about whether or not her emotions would get the better of her. So if some last minute training would help her feel more confident, he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down.

He raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of the light show going on at the party, laughing a little. “You know, back in my day, we at least tried to be subtle about this,” he teased lightly. “But I’ll pretend I know nothing about it.” He was pretty sure they were all much more sophisticated now. At his Pre-Agon Bash, at least one kid had drunk an entire bottle of wine and had to be carried home by a team of Zeus’ kids.

“I should probably leave you here, if I get any closer it’ll be harder to claim I had absolutely zero knowledge about this if anyone asks.” He pulled Reagan in for a quick hug. “Go on, go enjoy yourself. Do dumb teenager things. You’ll absolutely kill it tomorrow, don’t worry about it.”

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Theodore Luvgoode Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Amelia May Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Elliot Mills Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux

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Lux had zero intentions of going to the party. Instead she sat in her room, sitting Indian style on her desk chair as she poured through survival guides, trying to cram any useful last minute information in before the Agon. She had read the books dozens of times, sharpened and resharpened her blades, checked her bow, memorized every bit of Greek lore. Yet, she still felt unprepared. Like no matter how much she studied, memorized or trained, it wasn't going to be enough. So rather than get drunk the night before the Agon and risk a hangover, she stayed in. Plus, part of her, that wouldn't admit it, was trying to avoid certain situations... and people.

Then there as a knock on the door in the melody of some song. Yankee doodle? She didn't try to guess. Instead, Lux ignored it, hoping whomever it was would just leave. But the knocks just kept going and going for the better part of a minute. "Fine. Fine!" She stood up with a groan, kicking her chair out of the way.

When she opened the front door, she found Percy standing there, waiting impatiently. "You can't hide out in here all night."

"You know it's frowned upon in most societies to murder teletubbies," Lux replied as she pinched some of the faux fur of his jacket between her fingers. "What in the hell are you wearing?"

"What?" Percy asked, before giving a flourished twirl. "It's a rave."

"Right... Not a triple X sesame street audition."

Percy rolled his eyes, before he walked past Lux and into her room, beelining for her wardrobe. "Well, you're going. Even if I have to drag you there myself." He opened the doors and began sifting through her clothing. "Don't you have anything of color... or feminine?"

"No," Lux said plainly as she closed the door and returned to her desk.

"Well, luckily for you, I didn't come empty handed." Percy took a piece of clothing from under his ridiculous jacket and tossed it onto the table in front of her.

Lux's face twisted in disgust as she picked up one of the items between her thumb and index finger. "What the hell is this?"

"A skirt," he replied from halfway inside her wardrobe. "Oh, and fishnets."

"No. No!" She snatched up the offered clothes and shoved them into Percy's hand.

He refused to take them and pushed them back toward her. "You can't go in all black."

"Sure I can. Or... I can not go."

"I'm not taking no for an answer. This could be our last party," he said as he took her by her shoulders. "People die in the Agon, Lux."

"Ok, now you're being dramatic."

"You've heard the stories. You know there is a higher chance of us dying than winning. So, can you please, for one night, be a normal person and have fun." He softly shook her shoulders hoping it would shake some sense into her. Lux sighed but said nothing. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Percy to know he had already won. "Plus, it's the one night you can look like a lady before you kill everyone tomorrow." He grinned.

Lux laughed, rolling her eyes. "Fine!" She surrendered, snatching the clothes back from him. A groan escaped her lips as she looked them over. It was more color and less clothes than she had ever wore.

While she was distracted, Percy tossed a shirt into her arms. "Wear that."

"Wait what? This is an under shirt... You'll see my bra."

"That's the point... The other girls will be in less. And how else is a brooding individual supposed to notice you unless you show off a little of the goods." Percy pursed his lips while shimming his shoulders in a teasing manner.

"Shut up." Lux took the shirt for him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "But I'm wearing my combat boots," she called after him.

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They were almost there. The entire walk Lux kept adjusting the skirt, or crossing and then uncrossing her arms. "I feel... exposed," she grumbled looking down at her transparent top. Somehow she managed to leave her room with her combat boots and a beanie. A small victory, but she'd take it. If Percy had any say in the matter, she'd be wearing some ridiculous Lady Gaga type shoes that she could barely walk in. But the prospect of the party had him far too excited to fret over the details.

"After you, Elton John." Lux motioned her hand toward the entrance for him to go first. She agreed to the clothes, but there was no way in hell that she was walking in first. Maybe she'd be lucky enough and Percy would get distracted and she could make a run for it.

Percy walked through the door and instantly lit up like a neon Christmas tree. Even his pale ass chest was almost florescent in the light show. He looked ridiculous, and while less than half of the people there even dressed for a rave, he couldn't be bothered. This was the first party he's ever been to and he was living for it. "Min!" he shouted above the music when he saw his friend halfway across the room, no doubt gaining half of the attendant's attention.

Lux slunk in behind him, hoping that she was partly hidden behind her furry friend. But unfortunately, he stuck out like a sore thumb rather than blending in. She patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. "I'm getting a drink... Don't get too drunk. Your brain will be important tomorrow."

Percy returned to find Min already drunk with several empty jello shots around him. "Sorry, I had to get a party pooper out of—How many of these have you had?" He flicked away a couple of the empty plastic shots. "Well, since you're drunk and all..." He removed his ridiculous colorful sunglasses, then put them on his friend. He also quickly snagged a glowstick from a drunk blonde who wouldn't notice it's absence and put it around Min's forehead with his bandana.

"There," Percy concluded, while messing up Min's hair a little. "Now I'll be able to find you if you wonder off. And next party, I'm dressing you." He flashed his friend a playful wink.

Then his attention shifted back to the bartender as he slapped his hand on the counter. "Bartender! Your most ridiculously fruity and colorful alcoholic nonsense, please!"

On the other hand, Lux quickly slipped into the crowd hoping to disappear. She wiggled her way through people and made her way to the bar. But unlike everyone else around her, she simply grabbed a bottle of water, wanting to keep her mind as clear for the next day as possible.

As she went to leave, her gaze drifted down the bar until it met Wes who was lost in a sea of women. Lux didn't let her eyes linger there long before she quickly looked away and turned from the bar. She had no desire to hang around the numerous of already drunk teenagers who were trying to get one last lay in before the Agon. Instead she headed over to the lounge area and found a large plush chair that could easily fit two or three people.

With a sigh, she sat down on the chair and propped her feet up on the coffee able in front of her. Lux made a mental note to stay as long as her water lasted, then sneak out before anyone noticed her.




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The party was already bustling and it was barely dusk. Sebastian had no idea whose idea it was to make the theme a rave, and to be honest, he hadn't decided if he wanted to thank them. While the lights flashed so much it could make anyone epileptic, but on the other hand some daring women, not much but enough, decided to embrace the race culture by wearing clothes that barely passed for clothing. Neon or holographic lingerie, sequins and the occasion nipple pasty. What wasn't there to like? He didn't quite embrace it like some of the others but he made sure his outfit had enough color to pop just enough under the black lights.

Sebastian lost track of how many women in the surrounding hoard were there for him or Wes. Most likely him. After all, he was the most attractive guy at the Academy, if he did say so himself. He did have the benefit of his parentage working in his favor. Anyone born to Aphrodite was gifted with ungodly attractiveness and charm. And while he was the most desirable, that wasn't to discredit his best friend. The man had a reputation that nearly rivaled his own... nearly. He was certain some of the girls were there for him as well. He's known his fair share of women to appreciate the tall, dark and brooding type.

He made all the right moves. Smiling at the girl just when he could sense she desired it more. Giving another a sly wink before he took a sip of his whiskey. Then waiting until the opportune moment, to lean in and whisper in the naive blonde's ear. He didn't have to be a child of Goddess of Love to know his methods were effective. Sly words from a silver tongue with enough velvet seduction to make her shift where she stood, clenching her thighs. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Seb spared glances in Wes' direction every so often. His friend was usually up there with himself trying to catch what prey he could. But something deep down wasn't the same. It hadn't been for awhile. It was something only Seb noticed, not these air-headed women that created a barricade around them. The man didn't give himself away, it was his emotions. He might have been flirting, and making the moves but his heart wasn't in it.

Almost like a trigger deep in the pit of his stomach, something in Seb told him to look toward the entrance. It was a sensation all too similar to the one he felt coming from Wes. His gaze drifted in that direction only to find another blonde joining the party. Not one he intended on seducing but grew nauseous at the sight of. Someone nearly as repulsive as Abby... Lux. He was surprised she showed up at all, especially looking like... a female.

Seb's right arm was hooked around the waist of the, all too ready, blonde, his left arm snaking its way around the shoulders of a striking brunette to his left. "Doesn't my dear friend look absolutely dashing this evening?" he asked, pointing his hand that held his drink and ran across the girl's shoulder at Wes. "And you think he looks good now... Without a shirt." He whistled. "I'd even fuck him." Seb's tactic might have been a little obvious, but anything to keep his friend's attention focused on the fruits ripe for the picking instead of a rotting one that just joined the party.





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Leave it to Reagan to be training up to the last minute before the Agon. She was nervous. Beyond nervous. Sure, she had many of other things mastered, but her emotions weren't one. And without those within her control, she could be more dangerous to her team than the trials. She also worried about using water breathing for herself or her teammates.

Luckily for her, Elliot was always willing to help her whenever she needed it. And if she didn't know better, he seemed just as nervous about the next day as she was. In the midst of all the training, she almost completely forgot about the party until he mentioned the time. Thankfully, she was smart enough to prepare her outfit in her locker off the Academy's pool. She was almost mad at herself for being so predictable.

He offered to walk her to the party, so Reagan hurried off to change into the most bright and obnoxious clothing she owned. After all, it was a rave, not that she had ever been to one. But if there were black lights, she'd at least look a little in character. Of course, her hair still hand remnants of pool water and her face was dressed up in a sad excuse of makeup that she could manage in a couple minutes.

"You know, back in my day, we at least tried to be subtle about this." Elliot laughed at the sight of the bright lights in the night's sky. "But I’ll pretend I know nothing about it."

Reagan laughed as she walked in pace with him, while adjusting her attire. "In your day? What? The stone age?" She jested. Although it wasn't like he was much older than her. Ten years is a big gap, but as a whole it isn't much at all. People got married with larger age gaps. And in her eyes, Elliot was more of a friend than an adult figure. "Let me guess, your party was all punk rock and emo," she added while ruffling his red hair.

"I should probably leave you here, if I get any closer it’ll be harder to claim I had absolutely zero knowledge about this if anyone asks."

Her gaze drifted off to the party as she exhaled deeply. This was it. Her last night before the Agon. Just the thought of it made her hands tremble as she contemplated retreating back to her room. But before she could do either, Elliot embraced her in a quick hug. "Go on, go enjoy yourself. Do dumb teenager things. You’ll absolutely kill it tomorrow, don’t worry about it." She gave her best confident nod before hurrying off in the direction of the party.

By the time Reagan walked through the entrance, the night's events were in full swing. Half naked teenagers made fools of themselves as they drank themselves into a stupor. Although she wasn't the only one to dress for the theme, she was one of the more modest ones, although she looked light a highlighter in the black lights. It took a couple of minutes for her eyes to adjust to the flashing lights and for the loud music not make her brain feel like it was rattling in her skull.

She made her way over to the bar and surveyed the available drinks. Reagan had never drank, well... anything. The thought of alcohol already churned her stomach, but perhaps a little liquid courage was necessary to handle the next day. She grabbed the brightest neon drink she could find that seemed to matched her and took a sip. As she coughed at the surprising sharpness of it, she noticed Amy at the other end talking with Theo. For a moment, she contemplated joining them, but decided not to be a gate crasher.

Instead, Reagan left the bar with drink in hand. Like a beacon in her neon outfit, she sifted through the crowd scouring for Ali.

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Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux

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He typically didn't mind having to attend a party or two, but for some reason - he's just not in the mood for it tonight. An evening of debauchery instead of studying for what could be one of the more important days of his life made no logical sense to him. He would rather be cooped up in his room going over the copious notes he has made throughout his time here at the Academy. There were so many things to go over - who was on what team, how would each person work with or against others, and more. Yet, his mother had reminded him that he should trust his intuition and innate ability for adapting to dynamic situations in the moment, and to remember that there’s fun to be had in life.

Chauncey has always had a lot of fun, but for some reason this pressure has been weighing on his mind. He’s nervous - as the brain and the master tactician, he felt that there was a lot on his shoulders. He stood in front of his mirror, eyes plastered on the way his hair pick ran through the tight kinks of his thick hair. At this time, the motion was more or less just aimless as his mind raced through a flurry of thoughts. People died in this game. Died. If he made a wrong move, it could be his fault. He’s not as certain that he is ready for this as his mother is.

Afterwards, he rolled his broad shoulders and stretched his neck from right to left. He pulled off the glasses that made him look like a huge nerd and popped in his contact lenses. He blinked a few times and moved out of his room to head to the party.

The party that had been going on for at least an hour, and for some people - it had been going on far longer than that.

When he made his way to the party scene, his light green eyes flicked from here to there in quick survey of his surroundings. There were always one million reasons as to why one should always be wary, and Chauncey knew them all. Unfortunately.

His gaze landed on the one really pretty brunette that he's sure just wants to be good friends. She's terribly cute but horribly naive. He finds her personality warming, even if her naivety nagged at him and really brought out a side of him that he doesn't really like. Not that he ever wished to be abusive to her, but she did make him want kick others in the face and - Athena's child or not - he's not a violent guy.

She moved away from the bar and lost her in the crowd, which left him a little relieved. He had told himself earlier that they could all die, and what if... no... he's not going to think about things like that right now. He also disappeared into the crowd, fist-bumping a few people that he was well-acquainted with and jumped up to catch Min's attention with a... jumping wave. How cool of him.





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There was no better night than to flutter through the crowd in utterly provocative attire to ho-out. She was determined to lay bare most, if not nearly all of her womanly goodies, because who the fuck knows what tomorrow will bring. People died in this event, and Cadence didn't put herself very high up on the list of survival. Honestly, she'd have to bed a few fellas, and maybe some ladies. Maybe a few at the same time if the night was going well - she didn't care.

Like a few others, she has been determined to be an early party goer. She moved through the crowds like the social butterfly that she is, putting herself on full display unabashedly and un-apologetically. She wasn't terribly surprised that there were so many students wearing way too much for a night like this, but not everyone was as free with their bodies as she.

Her first victim of the night was Lux, and she moved toward the blonde with a bright pink-lipped smile and a sparkle in her eyes, "Slay, lookin' hot, babe. I really like this look on you," she flirts around a bit. Now, she knows that Lux just isn't really into her, but that never stopped the Aphrodite spawn from doing as she pleased. Besides, everyone needed a good compliment in the word, and she liked to think that she carried that around everywhere she went.

Just to make things like - ten times more uncomfortable, she leaned forward and placed both her palms on the woman's thighs. One of her long lacquered nails even pulled at the fishnet that tightly encased the woman's leg, "The table isn't a place for a lady with this body. You should be out there enjoyin' yourself. Just a thought. Because if you don't, someone else will enjoy it for you," She leaned in at that moment and whispered that last bit in the woman's ear. She straightened herself and then tossed the girl a wink and a parting wave as she moved on.Yes, a child of Aphrodite could be both friendly and a little brutish as well.

She moved along without missing a beat, her heels clicking feverishly across the floor until they stopped at the bar. Percy. Ah, Percy - her favorite person in the whole world. She stepped around him until his personal space was utterly invaded by her, his chest against her chest - and her back against the bar counter, like it was meant to be. However, they were best friends, not amorous lovers. Though, it was easy to confuse the two because they were both unashamed people.

"You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night." As the bartender pushed Percy's drink toward him, Cadence scooped it up because she could. Just as it looked like she might drink it, she gently placed it in his hands. Fruity beverages were not her thing. She looked over a shoulder and shouted out, "I'll take a shot of anything that will get me buzzed ASAP."

When her attention fell back onto Percy, she tilted her head a bit down to her left "I like this look. I really was hoping that more people would wear so much less," she sighed with an over-dramatic flair of disappointment. "Let's go dance, see if I can steal some of the ladies from my brother." As those words leave her lips, she was given her shot, put it to her lips, tossed her head back, and attempted to grab Percy's fingers to lead him to the dance floor.





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The last thing this party needed was the least liked guy in the whole school. He really was just a terrible soul, and no amount of lectures from his half-sister teacher would ever really get him to change his mind. By the end of the night he counts on having fun with all of his favorite people. Tomorrow was a big day, and it was best to ruin as many minds as possible so that he could have a better chance.

As he slipped through the crowds, grabbing a butt here and there and then blaming some random guy that was just as close, he bumped right into Reagan. Or did she bump into him? Well, since this is his narration - she totally bumped into him, and he wasted no time in taking advantage of it. He smelled like weed and cigarettes, and already like booze has taking over his soul. Reagan is just how he liked his girls - always thinking they could change the bad boy, and this was one really, really bad boy that could use some "changing".

His hands instantly reached themselves to her waist, his fingers falling near her hips. He pulled her in close and then feigned his best feign ever, and this boy was an exceptionally good liar. He tilted his head down to let his eyes draw her in, "Oh my, Reagan, you should watch where you are going. If you had bumped into anyone else, who knows what could have happened? You know, with all the nasty personalities in the Academy. They're all like snakes hidden in blades of tall grass, so you might want to watch your step." He took a moment to drink in her figure, and he was very drawn into the bright hues of her attire and how it flattered her body.

Then he released her to turn away to find Ali. Now, his night wouldn't be complete without asking the boy if he was going to commit suicide before someone at the Argon killed him. But before leaves completely, he looks over his shoulder to leave Reagan with one of his cute smirks.

There was Lux. That was one hot blonde, but they hate each other. One day he hopes that they could hate hate-fueled sex, though.

You know who would be great right now? His sister. They could make some serious trouble before the night is over, and he was very much looking forward to it. Asher didn't think that he would die tomorrow because he's too good for death, and he's certainly better than half of these dolts, so to say he was going to live life on the edge because of the Argon would be a lie. He always lived life on the edge.

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"Come on, c'mon people! Place your bets!" Ann announced, slapping two stacks of bills against one another.

They were all gathered around a fold up table, some in pairs but most marveling at the hard fought battle between the children of Dionysus and Athena. The area felt out of place, a circle of demigods that were too laid back to dance, but not so dull that they wanted to stay at home before Agon. Between the alcohol, the bong hits, and the demigod powers, beer pong had transcended mere, mortal drinking games and become its own drunken Agon. Every duo before Dio and Ath (as they were being called) had fallen either due to the strategic edge of Athena's children or Dionysus' natural inclinations. It was a battle between intelligence and instinct, wit and skill, thinking and feeling. At the edge of the table were all of the game's fallen warriors, now handing off their fun money in hopes that their team would win.

Ann's fanny pack jingled with the sound of multiple currencies as she gestured for Team Dio to begin their rebuttal. It was two cups to one, the older one of the two on his phone and the other squinting in concentration.

"One, two, three!" With one splash and then another, the ball seemed to roll on the rim of solo cup before just barely bouncing out.

A resounding "ah man!" emanated from the crowd before Team Ath grabbed the last ping pong ball and won the match. Everyone seemed to dissipate, some collecting their winnings and others looking for the next big attraction.

"Good game," a blue-eyed girl smiled as she approached Ann, "now about my cut."

"You take Venmo?"

"Cash only." The demigod's gills flared just the slightest against her collar, prompting Ann to toss her a sack of coins.

Poseidon's children had the worst tempers.

"Well if we're done here, I've got a party to get to!" Ann grinned as she skipped past her conspirator.

UV light cloaked the rest of the building while the dance floor was lit with a multitude of colors. Everyone flourished under the high of drugs, alcohol, and fatalistic belief that they'd die tomorrow. And here she was, making bank. Ann had no plans of dying in Agon but she knew better than leave a party sober. If she was going to participate in the deadliest tournament Olympus had to offer she wasn't just going to get wasted. She was going to get white girl wasted.

She approached the bar, waving as she saw each familiar face (except for Tarra and Chadwick who seemed to be talking or whatever). The bartender had their work cut out for them, doling out drinks as fast as demigods could steal them. The counter was home to Cadence and Percy, one of which was her friend via team composition and the other because he was absolutely enthralling. The two of them were dressed to the nines, caring neither for formality or decency. Compared to Cadence's Coachella-ready dress, Percy seemed to fit the runway more than an actual party (seriously where did he snag that Frankie Morello?).

"Man you two are really something else. Having all the fun without me." Ann pouted playfully before turning over to the bartender. "Two shots of scotch if you please!"

She downed them one by one, thinking less about the burn in her throat and more about her half-brother. She had a feeling that he was somewhere around here either hitting on girls or starting drama. They were the closest siblings among all the teams and the least predictable depending on who you asked.

Ann sauntered towards the dance floor, stopping when she found her half-brother walking past Lux (his mind presumably in the gutter).

"Hey!" she waved a hand before stepping over to him.

She held up a small sachet of colorful pills, none of which were technically illegal (or legal). "You want to have some real fun?"

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Normally, Ali would have talked out his Agon worries with June, but when she presented him with an obscene amount of chocolate muffins, he knew that he should probably avoid bringing up any of his problems with her. At least for now. Normally, with problems he didn’t want to talk to his sister about, he’d go talk to Elliot, but he seemed pretty busy inspiring and helping students who had powers that they could actually control, and were useful. There was no way he was going to talk to his own teammates about his anxieties (they didn’t deserve that. They had their own worries and he would only make it worse.), and talking to someone on a different team, regardless of how close they were, just felt like a bad idea. So- believe it or not- he’d spent the days leading up to the Agon (and, by default, the party) brooding by himself, eating muffins.

He wasn’t really sure he wanted to go to the party. Parties weren’t usually his idea of a good time. He didn’t like loud music, he didn’t like crowds (he didn’t like fun, said the helpful depreciating voice inside his head), so he wasn’t sure what good going would be. But Reagan said she was going, and before he knew it he was saying he’d be there.

So there he was. At this party. Woo-hoo. He felt really out of his element. Looked it, too. It wasn’t as if he never got together with his friends, but all of this paired with the quickly approaching Agon was a little overwhelming.

He scanned the crowd when he’d arrived; there were plenty of people he’d consider friends hanging around. Should he say hi? Most of them seemed to be having a decent enough time without him. He didn’t want to be a buzzkill. You’re always a bit of a buzzkill. Why does anyone hang out with you? A compelling question; certainly something to consider late at night as he fell asleep.

He would need a drink if he was going to stay at this party.

However, as he stared down the options at one of the open bars, he felt absolutely sure that nobody should be putting anything that glowed like that into their body. Eh, bottom’s up. This was a party. It was supposed to be fun. It was fine. He was fine.

After that, he managed to worm his way through the crowd. It wasn’t as if he was avoiding people, he was just avoiding people. A part of him wished he’d worn something less colorful, but he didn’t want to be accused of being a killjoy. Not that it wouldn’t have been a fair accusation.

Then he’d found Reagan, or she’d found him. He didn’t know who’d spotted who first, but she was impossible to miss in that outfit. “Oh, thank god,” He said as he approached her, quickly pulling her into a potentially-awkward-but-not-at-all-awkward one armed hug. He let out a heavy sigh, which Reagan was likely more than used to hearing from him, and said, “I hate it here, Rae.”

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