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Ann Akimiya

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a character in “Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen”, as played by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

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Nothing is more emblematic of Ann than her black Orphes. Flashy, expensive, and unnecessarily synced to a smart device, she falls more in line with a child of Athena or Apollo than Hermes. Most of her social feed is filled with fashion, technology, and concerts, most of which she's been to. She loves staying in touch with current trends and discovering new interests, throwing her time (and sometimes money) towards whatever hobby she's picked up this month. She doesn't hesitate to buy whatever piques her interest and rarely regrets her purchases.

More often than not, she'll be the person to go to if they're looking for collectibles, limited edition goods, or even less frivolous objects like computer parts or furniture. She's amassed a large collection and if anyone wonders where she bought them or the price she'll smirk and say "don't worry about it." Money is no object and if someone needs something that she doesn't then that's all the more reason for them to have it instead of her. Plus she could always buy more. Despite her natural inclinations to steal, Ann is deliberate with her targets. They must meet the three requirements for honorable thieving: 1. A target must be wealthy (or otherwise reprehensible) beyond a reasonable doubt. 2. A target must be obtainable without causing harm. 3. A target must not be the result of a personal vendetta. She's still working on consistency with the third target but a girl's gotta learn somehow.

When she isn't fantasizing about her career as a phantom thief, she puts on a bold face. Bright lipstick and bleach blonde hair distinguish her from the crowd while a litany of chains drape across her eclectic outfits. She revels in the attention and has, more than once, used it as a handicap when playing cat and mouse with a security guard. There's a certain high that can't be replicated with using your demigod abilities to weasel out of situations so she refrains from utilizing them too often (not that they truly have an off switch). She likes being that "ace," the wild card, that dark horse that manages to gain the adoration of the crowd in spite of adversity. If somebody doesn't see that in her then she may damn well look like a fool trying to convince them otherwise.

Those who do give her the time of day will find a slick, if not somewhat sassy girl. Ann will talk about anything from the weather to someone's origin story to her deluge of recent purchases. Whether it's because of her super speed (and thus, super fast thinking) or lack of attention span, she'll dart from one subject to another, barraging her audience with questions and random bits of trivia until she can find a point of connection (good or bad). Whether that means giving gifts, roping them into a risky scheme, or goading them into a bet, she knows how garner a reaction. She her relationships and more than anything, wants to create an experience for those she bonds with be they a friend or foe. She welcomes adventure in all forms and as long they can keep up, they'll be thick as thieves.

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Ann works best when she's given an objective and left to her own devices. She is a master at roaming and fostering doubt in her enemies. Whereas many of Hermes's children relied solely on his speed, she drew on his trickier side. Combining her flexibility with super speed she can get in and out of anywhere without a sound. Over the years, she's honed her stealth and dexterity so that getaways are as easy as break-ins. Nothing beats catching her opponents with their pants down, except perhaps procuring something important. Thievery runs through her blood and her gambling addiction has been both a gift and a curse.

Though luck is usually on her side, chaos follows her wherever she goes (which affects her just as much as everyone else). The adrenaline rush of just barely getting away from a bad situation (one that she usually put herself in) is sweet and revealing the big score is even sweeter She is willing to steal anything from candy bars to jewels to even someone's name. Her fast fingers lend themselves well to sleight of hand while her roguish charm keeps people from staying mad for too long. Despite not being a child of Aphrodite, she pulls people's attention like no other ABG can. Setting up traps, leading people on wild goose chases, and blowing a kiss goodbye as she slides past them lends to her gentlewoman thief image (or fantasy in most cases). She calls herself "The Greatest Showman/Distraction" (along with the best escape artist in all the world), though some find her attention-seeking behavior irritating.

More than once, her desire to do things "in style" has caused her to fail and well, sometimes things...don't work out. In those situations, she'll fight to her last breath, not because she'll win but because she takes losses personally. More than once, she's stormed out of a room to lick her wounds because, despite her bravado, she blames herself. Anything bad that happens is a result of her own failure rather than outside factors or even those of her teammates. In her mind, if she can't carry a bunch of monkeys (not saying they are buuuuut) then she isn't as strong as she makes herself out to be.

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When people ask who her father was, she answers "Ishikawa Goemon." After a whirlwind romance in Osaka, her mother flew back to America pregnant with who would become Ann Akimiya. As one of his last descendants she was blessed with his nimble fingers and moral compass, destined to steal from the rich and give to the poor. To her at least, the story is more digestible than the truth. Who would believe that her mother, patron saint of fidelity at their local church had an affair with a Greek god? It didn't matter that her mom and dad had a dead bedroom or married as a means of securing a business partnership in the United States. All she saw was a man (god) taking a sledgehammer to their family.

Ann had been ten years old when he first visited in the form of a man with candy. He promised to get her ice cream if she could win a game of tag. Were she not educated with lectures about stranger danger or older than a toddler she might have actually approached him. Instead, she fled. Though she had always been a speedy kid, she was no match for her father and he quickly scooped her up, ignoring the optics despite the two of them being in an open park. She wriggled against his grasp, not all relieved when he explained that he was her real father. It took biting his hand for him to let go and an earful from a nearby adult for him to poof away. When she confronted her parents, the truth came out that Hermes and her mother had a two year affair that followed after a business trip to her company's Osaka branch. It was mostly online, of course, but it explained the random nights when her mother would come back with strange gifts. Hermes had courted her under the guise of an entry level employee at her company, always visiting and showing her an amazing week before vanishing once more. Even as a child, she could see how cruel it was to keep stringing her along (and for that matter, finding time to play "games" with their daughter). Worse yet, her father took it as an opportunity to move to a separate bedroom.

They had always been a relatively rich family, not quite on par with the 1% but certainly enough that neither parent blinked an eye whenever Ann maxed out her credit card, well the family credit card. She always chalked it up to school expenses and her grades were good enough that they couldn't complain about how she spent her time (or their money). She devoured information like a ravenous beast, finding new hobbies, taking online classes, and begrudgingly, digging up information on her godly heritage. She had a feeling that he would be back and she didn't want to be unprepared the next time that they met.

As she grew older, her powers slowly awakened and her interests gravitated towards those of her father. Theft went from being a fantasy (ala Ocean's Eleven) to an actual temptation, something that she wanted to test. If she were truly a demigod, she ought to have no problem right? She started small with shoplifting (department stores and Walmart natch) before becoming more bold with her targets. Men in business suits, women with teacup poodles, and policemen who would pay her no eye. Each instance felt like a brush with death, yet the more she stole, the more she wanted to push herself.

Gloves, lockpicking kits, black turtlenecks, and multi-tools filled her purse while tutorials about body language, casing targets, and safe-cracking ate her video recommendations. She kept preparing until she finally found her first target: the house of her principal, Mr. Rooney. Everyone knew that he was a prick and everyone knew he wore a toupee, but not everyone was brave enough to put two and two together. It made sense of course, her school was full of law-abiding, upper middle class students too busy trying to get into college to give a damn about a man's hairline. Nonetheless, Ann was not most people. She already hated him for belittling students, refusing to fire terrible teachers, and harassing female students over the dress code so she decided that it was time for payback. After stalking observing him for two weeks she slipped through his window during the dead of night and grabbed his toupee along with a few extra dollars on his nightstand. The very next day his toupee blew freely next to the California flag in front of the school.

Not long after, Ann began looking for more targets and developing a sort of honor code to abide by. No, nobody really "knew" about the first heist but there were certainly people talking about and she didn't want to be a one hit wonder. She wanted more. The more time she spent online, the more she learned about the injustices plaguing the world. Most were fairly far from her of course, and she couldn't exactly rob the entirety of the Walton family so she settled on the biggest luxury store on Main Street. They were always giving teenagers the stink eye and half their employees couldn't even afford to shop there. Not to mention that they tailed anybody who didn't look like they "belonged." At first nobody was serious, the conversation was all hypothetical and over some drinks.

But Ann thought differently. What a better way to say "fuck you" than stealing everything and giving it away? She spent another month getting to know the inns and outs of the store, feigning interest in decking herself out for junior prom (never mind that she was only a sophomore). Between her family's renown and silver tongue, she had no problem securing a route. The night of the heist she tried to convince her friends to join her, but everyone refused on the account of "she's nuts". That was fine, she didn't need them.

All in all, it was a shit show. The breaking in portion was fairly easy given that she swiped the keys from the manager, but what she hadn't anticipated was that everything would be locked behind a safe. Granted, she should have seen that coming but she never thought that it would include what was in the cash register. Though she tried her best, she was out of her element. With nothing more than the gear she came with, she tried to leave (key word being tried). The moment she stepped out of the store, the alarm rang and police sirens blared from all directions. Despite her super speed, the police car seemed to know her every move, cutting off her exits until it ultimately cornered her in an alleyway. As she felt herself being cuffed she turned back to see the face that ruined her family.

Though she had the best lawyers money could buy, they were no match for the prosecutor and the large collection of jewels that mysteriously "appeared" in her bag.

He played the game and he rigged it.

She was sentenced to a year of rehabilitation at a rehabilitation facility recommended by the officer who had arrested her-yes that school. Nobody looked too deeply into where the hell the academy was even located so she left with Hermes a week later. Since then, she has devoted two years to training herself for Agon and forging friendships with other demigods. Though she enjoyed the time she spent in Olympus, her resentment towards her father never truly subsided. He knows not to approach her, not unless he's willing to apologize (again).

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fc: chanmina
code: bethelit
user: ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
rp owner: Kohananinja

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So begins...

Ann Akimiya's Story

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Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Ann Akimiya Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott
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ann akimiya // legacy academy // #36A753 // vibe check
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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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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Ann Akimiya Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux
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Percy hadn't been at the bar long. Definitely not long enough for Min to get a word in before a slender someone slid between him and the counter. He looked her up and down as her prominent cleavage was pressed against his bare chest. Cadence was always so subtle. "You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night."

"Why go looking when I have one right here?" He smirked while draping his arm across Min's shoulder. Before Percy could grab his drink, Cadence snagged it from the bartender. She nearly took a drink before handing it over to him. "Thank you. We both know you can't handle fruity like I can."

He managed to take a sip and bite off a piece of fruit from the toothpick before Ann showed up. Percy spared a glance toward Min, hoping that the continuing influx of people didn't make him slink away. "Man you two are really something else. Having all the fun without me."

While Cadence and Ann fetched their drinks, Percy looked to Min. He just about offered his friend a drink of his fruity concoction but then remember the numerous empty jello shot cups. "Maybe we should get you some water... and a lap dance. People are quite impressionable while under the influence," he teased, while raising a seductive brow.

Ann didn't stick around after getting her drink, but Cadence did, of course. She couldn't very well go to a party and not linger around her best friend. At least until she found ample amount of prey to catch her attention. "I like this look. I really was hoping that more people would wear so much less."

Percy glanced down at his clothes, then out at the rest of the party. "It's a rave. The dress code is supposed to be colorfully and a bit slutty." He then turned his attention back to Cadence. "Plus, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to look like Elton Jon. Iconic."

"Let's go dance, see if I can steal some of the ladies from my brother." And like a tornado, Cadence downed a shot and took his hand in a whirlwind before Percy could make a comment otherwise. Dancing was always enjoyable, not that he was good at it. Probably looked like someone having a seizure, but he didn't care what anyone thought of him. But before he got pulled out onto the dance floor, his other hand grabbed a handful of Min's shirt and dragged him along with them.

The farther out onto the dance floor they got, the more the music seemed to pulse, vibrating beneath their feet. The lights flashed and changed with the beat, strobing hypnotically. Percy let his body bounce in sync while his hands connected the train between Cadence and Min. Once they were near the center, he tugged on the hands he held, spinning both of his companions with a flourish. He wiggled his hips and shimmied in a less than flattering manner. But in the end, he was having fun, so what did it matter how ridiculous he looked.




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“Now now, it’s not nice to tease unless you intend to follow through Seb,” Wes replied to the bewilderment of the surrounding gaggle of women. They all giggled, blushed and one even took her bottom lip between her teeth subtly. They loved the idea all too much. And while Seb only jested, he wouldn't oppose his friend joining them in the bed if it meant he got to spend the evening with all the lovely ladies at hand.

"I always follow through." He smirked, while his thumb tickled the bare skin of the blonde's side. Seb was ready to proposition them. The night had barely begun and he had these two eating out of the palm of his hand. It wouldn't be the first time he had two women come with him to bed.

When everything seemed to be going so smoothly, Wes was distracted. “Excuse me,” was all he managed to spit out before slipping from the group. Sebastian didn't want to look back, part of him already knew where he was heading. But he couldn't help himself. As he slyly leaned in to whisper in the brunette's ear, he scanned the crowd for his friend until he saw him. Like a gargoyle, he stood over that Apollo trash who looked like she was straight out of a trailer park.

If there was ever a time where Seb would ditch an easy lay, it would be for Wes. To say that he thought his best friend's pursuits were misguided, would be an understatement. The son of Hades was top tier. The best any woman could hope of having. Yet, he scraped along the bottom of the barrel searching for the lowest of filth to step foot in that academy. Lux was repugnant. He was obviously confused or blinded by some strange unapproachable female charm.

Before he could nix the girls, a third, along with another repulsive human, joined their presence.

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie was a cute one. She was naive. And the naive ones always had a little preacher's daughter in them. Those were the most fun to deflower.

Seb smirked. But before he could repay any compliments, the girl nervously prattled on. “I just mean, coral tones really work for you is all. Not that you don’t know that right?! You’re you! Everything looks good on you. Just the roses were a nice touch, very chic, and you know me, always appreciate a nod to the flower power!”

"Thanks doll," he said sweetly, as his right hand tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You should stop by sometime. I could show you my other cufflinks. I have quite a collection." The offer was innocent... sort of. Sure, he'd show Lottie his extensive collection of cufflinks. But he'd also show her something else while she was there.

Whatever flirting or other conversations might have ensued, Abby had to go opening her big dumb mouth. Nothing new. “The glasses do help distract from that whole fathead situation. Good choice.”

"You're a shoe in for the costume contest. Frigid bitch is really in this year," Seb replied without missing a beat, finishing it off with a sip of his drink.





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reagan devereux
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Reagan ebbed and flowed through the crowd as she searched for Ali. And while squeezing past people, she was in close proximity of them, somehow it still seemed that someone bumped into her. Before she could even fully turn around to see who it was, hands were on her waist trying to stabilize her. "Oh my, Reagan, you should watch where you are going." He bumped into her.

Asher stunk of tobacco and weed. His hands on her waist pulled her in closer as he looked down at her with a piercingly intense gaze. "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." She wanted to reply, to ask what that made him. But before any words left her mouth, Asher had gone his own separate way.

Before Reagan could continue her search, it seemed that Ali seemed to stumble upon her while she might have still looked like a deer in headlights. But his presence instantly brought a smile to her face. While he seemed to be relieved to just have found her. “Oh, thank god.” She laughed as he pulled her into one of his signature awkward hugs. “I hate it here, Rae.”

She knew he did, but he came out anyway. There was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. Poor dear was a magnetic ball for anxiety and worry. So, rather than try to talk him down, Reagan simply held her glass out toward him. "Drink." It wasn't a request. And maybe the alcohol would loosen Ali up a little bit so he could have a fraction of a good time before the Agon. The worrywart deserved it.

"There you guys are!" Reagan pivoted around to be met by Maya. "You look so cute!" she exclaimed as she approached, wrapping them both in a warm hug.

"You too. Nice coconuts," she said as she pointed at the very flashy top Maya wore. "And Ali, you always look handsome." Reagan smiled, giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.

"Ali you’ve got to try the smoothie stand, they’ve got these frozen rum mixers with every kind of fruit you can think of, and they’re delicious."

"I'm just glad he came!" She lightly squeezed his arm. "We can go dance or ogle all the cute boys... Or both."





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Lux felt like a fish out of water in her ridiculous outfit. She couldn't remember the last time she wore anything remotely feminine. It wasn't that she didn't like dressing feminine, necessarily, but more that her passed scarred her from ever wanting to be seen in a sexy or seductive manner. So, she definitely was uncomfortable. But a small fraction of herself felt a bit free. Although she wouldn't admit it... ever.

She was content, minding her own business and sipping on her water. Maybe Lux would be lucky and her presence would go unnoticed. Quick in and quick out. But it seemed that Cadence had other thoughts in mind. "Slay, lookin' hot, babe. I really like this look on you."

"You can thank your friend for that," Lux pointed toward Percy who was mingling at the bar.

She went to take a drink from her water and froze when Cadence placed both of her hands on her thighs. Lux looked down at the girl's hands as a manicured talon hooked itself in her fishnets. "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 and whispered in her ear, which made Lux shift in her seat uncomfortably.

Before she could respond or do anything, Cadence was up and off, with a final wink before she disappeared. Lux was left sitting there, pressed back into her seat. Gods she hated Aphrodite kids. No matter how much she hated them, they somehow made her heart flutter and skip at beat whenever they touched her. Sickening. Although Cadence was far more appealing than Sebastian... whatever that was worth.

It seemed like barely a moment had passed before Wes's dark form loomed over her protectively like a vampiric guardian. “Are you alright?”

Lux's brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

“Did she try something?”

"I am a big girl. I can take care of myself." Lux quickly became self conscious about how she was dressed. She shifted how she sat, crossing one leg over the other and resting her hands in her lap to perhaps to cover a fraction of herself. When she looked up at Wes, he wasn't looking at her, but instead glaring across the room toward Cadence, a woman who obviously didn't realize she stepped on toes... Or perhaps didn't care.

Lux sighed. "It's fine. Just Cadence being Cadence." She looked down at her hands as her foot bounced anxiously. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not your burden. I'm sure there are more pressing matters that deserve your attention." She nodded her head toward the bar before moving to her feet with water in hand.

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Theodore stood there by himself as he enjoyed the beat of the music overhead and the alcohol in hand after he had it refilled once again as Erin walked off to go do whatever it was that she was going to do. The amount of alcohol he already had in such a short amount of time was clearly having an affect on him and his attention and memory was slowly starting to black in and out as time went on. All his mind kept focusing on was what was going to happen tomorrow, maybe their lives would change after all of this, and they’d lose people they cared about, or maybe they’d even die in the process. The fact that people died in the Agon actually terrified him, partially why Theo even really questioned himself after he said he’d join. Sure, his team did have some good students in it, and he trusted them all with his life, but part of him felt like maybe joining this year was a bad choice.

His attention was snapped back to reality when he heard a familiar voice call over to him. Looking up, a large smile overtook his lips as he saw that it was Amelia May, or simply Amy, he couldn’t help but feel a little at ease. His shoulders relaxed a bit as he leaned against the bar, looking at her with a large smile. “Well well, if it isn’t Amy. Glad you could finally make it to the party.” Theo joked as he took another sip of his drink. Theodore bit the inside of his cheek as he thought for a moment, before resting one of his arms on Amy’s shoulder, “So, are you just as nervous about the Agon as me, or is it just Theo being Theo and is being over dramatic as always sort of thing? Cuz it could honestly be both.” he said with a small chuckle, bringing her in for a small hug for a moment, maybe Theo did have just a bit too much alcohol. “Ya know, before everything hits the fan and our lives are torn a sunder, how about we go try to hunt down one of the usual hermits and see if she actually showed up, hm? I haven’t seen your favorite dumbass here yet, so I’m assuming Riles’ stood us up again?






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Erin began making her way back to the dancefloor, drinks in hand as she looked around for Tarra in the crowd, who seemed to disappear out of eyesight. Arching an eyebrow, she tried looking for a familiar face to see if anyone knew where she went. Finally seeing one she sighed and walked over, not exactly wanting to talk to him but he was her best bet to know where she went. “Hey asshole, you see Tarra in the last, four minutes? I went to get her a drink and she’s gone now.” Erin asked quizzically. Logan simply shrug his shoulders as he looked at her, “She’s your girlfriend, is she not? Thought it was your responsibility to keep her in check. But last time I saw her, she was talking to Chadwhick and the two walked off. That’s all I know. Now fuck off.” he snarled as he turned back around to dance with the girl he had been speaking to. Erin rolled her eyes at the comment, latching her hand back onto Logan’s arm as she turned him back to face her, “Well, that’s for letting me know, but second, you can learn a few fucking manners. At this rate you’ll never get laid, bud.” Erin quickly retorted with a pat on his back and walked off before Logan could really do anything, not like that comment would bruise his ego too much.

Erin sighed as she walked through the crowd, still with two drinks and she wasn’t about to waste one, nor was she just going to give it to just anyone. She’d try to find someone, even anyone at this rate to occupy her time with. Not that she had much to do besides go back to the dj station, which she was beginning to reconsider as she really wasn’t in the mood for it anymore, even she had promised to come back after her break. They could handle the music for a bit longer. Besides, it was a party and she hadn’t even been able to enjoy it yet for herself. Which, she would change starting now, especially as she saw a few familiar faces in the crowd.

A few feet away, Erin could see the two familiar faces of two Hermes children, and she was at least friends with one of them, so she could handle her brother. Even if he was an ass, she had asshole friends herself. So she figured she could deal with him for a short few minutes. Erin sauntered over, pushing one of the drinks into Ann’s hand as a greeting, “Hey boo, sorry I wasn’t around earlier. By the looks of it I missed some good bets?” Erin mused, knowing full well how the daughter of Hermes worked at parties. They did start up that whole underground gambling ring around Olympia. Erin wrapped one of her arms around Ann’s shoulders as she greeted one of the few people she could actually tolerate in this god damn place. “So, what kind of chaos are we going to start up tonight before the rest of our lives is entirely fucked over by the Agon? Eh? Any ideas, cuz I have a few, and most involve alcohol and good vibes.” Erin said with a raised eyebrow as she looked at both of the Hermes kids, seeing how either one of them would be able to come up with something for them to bring some real fun to the party.





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Asher hadn't forgotten about his half-sister, of course, as she was hard to forget. He had aimed to see what dastardly deeds she'd be up to in this party, but he had to naturally pick on his favorite (or not so favorite) people. Regarding the way he stared at Lux - sure, he had this devilish glint in his eyes that accompanied a coy grin. His expression teemed with all sorts of surly things he'd like to say to her, but he instead lays that gaze on her partner. He just thinks he's so cute and swift that even a child born of Zeus couldn't catch him.

No one could, really. He has always had that untouchable personality, and it was fashioned of true narcissism.

When his dead sister approached him, he looked down at the sachet in her hand, "You've been busy, hmmm?" He chuckled and his head tilted from side to side in faux contemplation between the devil and the.... well, other devil that sits on his shoulders. "Looking forward to the Agon? I'm more or less hoping to get a few mind games in before the event. You know, sew a little discord before everything starts."

He placed his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts and peered down at her with a knowing grin laced with underhanded wickedness that only the children of Hermes could think up. Asher had rather devious plans for the Agon, but the silver-tongued demi-god coveted these things close to his heart. You see, everyone here thinks that they are actually worthy of the favour of the gods, but honestly - most of them could go to Hades.

He divulged very little to his half-sister, believing that some plans are best kept to oneself. There were some soft targets to chase down before the end of the night; a sort of scheme he had built in his head that was comprised of making the weak feel undeserving before anything even started. While he smiled and flirted with people, there's a genuine aura of malice bubbling just beneath his flesh. All demigods were not created equal, and some of them had better treatment and attention from their biological sperm and egg donors. Unlike Hermes who only taught him that the gods were nothing more than pieces of shit.

"I'll partake," he relented, holding out a hand for his sister to place a couple of pills in his palms. Hell, he might even keep some for later just in case someone needed a little extra help. This is the time when Erin had come over and wasn't exactly a 'good vibes' kind of guy. However, he smirked at her after quickly glancing at his sister, "Our lives are already fucked up. Our parents just aren't done making us regret being born yet. Even then, I don't plan on letting myself fall victim in this game."

His calculating gaze carried over the crowd, "There are so many others more worthy that title. I can't wait to see who is left standing," he stated in an almost thoughtful drawl with a dreamy hue to it.








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She didn't mind that Percy and Min were just two guys convulsing uncontrollably on the dance floor just for the fun of it. By this time, the effects of alcohol already courses through her. The Aphrodite spawn was feeling a tad airy-headed. While she might normally enjoy a more provocative dance style, she knows that this pair of men weren't exactly into having her grind her feminine goodies all over them. In fact, she suspects that Min may have some sort of problem with her but she doesn't have much evidence. Then again, she firmly believes that people are either into her or firmly against her for one reason or another.

The trio was just having their fun on the dance floor; no sexual deviancy in the undertones of her swaying hips and boob shimmies. They all looked ridiculous, and she was happy to be joyous and free with them before the Agon. They were not on the same teams, and she's honestly worried about the things that might happen because of it.

On the note of being genuinely afraid of what might transpire, her russet gaze snaked through the crowd until they landed on the Hermes pair. Asher has been giving her the creeps for a while now, and just before he could turn around and catch her looking over there, she averted her eyes back to her present company. The idea of being on his team was... foreboding and it gave her a frigid feeling. Even thinking about it right now riddled her flesh suddenly with tiny bumps of gooseflesh.

He was going to kill someone. She just knew it. Yet, she didn't want to spend another second thinking about the situation. As a child of Aphrodite, she had weaknesses that many here do not. It would seem, for the most part, that no one here was as attracted to her as they should be - as though they had some kind of armour against her god-given appeal. Cadence didn't have, what she considered, useful skills. Skills that every one else here had - slight of hand, godly strength, superior intellect, necromancy - she had nothing of value.

There was a second where the smile faded from her lips, and she cleared her throat and shoved that smile back into place before it lingered long enough to betray her thoughts, "You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks." The dulcet timbre of her voice was as preppy and cheery as ever, hopefully conveying that nothing was wrong and all is normal.



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Chauncey, on a normal night without any damning thoughts about what lay on the horizon at the peak of a new morning, would be having fun. Instead, as he weaved like a serpent through the sea of dancing bodies, he was connecting lines to dots - and these dots were other demigods. Everyone had weaknesses and strengths, and through watching them train and go about their lives, he felt like he knew them well enough. At least, what they show to everyone. Gods only know what may lurk beneath the surface.

He scanned the crowds and caught some faces that he wanted to talk to, others that he'd do well to avoid. His cheery mood had long since dissipated, and he couldn't understand why anyone would be partying right now. A hangover sounds like a horrible thing to have in the morning given the circumstances that will surround tomorrow. His mind fled to that one brunette he crushed a bit too hard on, but she seemed occupied. Maybe it was for the best. The sad reality was that she could die tomorrow, or he could. What was the point?

Just as he thought to move along to the bar, the daughter of Aphrodite bumped into him. It didn't affect him at all. It was very much like a feather hitting a wall of muscle, but that did mean he'd have to make sure she didn't topple from the collision. He grasped her shoulders to make sure that she was steady, "You okay?"

Then his eyes traveled down, down, down... down to that wonderful, cushioned, malleable - no, he had to straighten his attention out. He knew better, but it was hard and Cadence didn't seem to mind a bit. He was not really attracted to her when she wasn't around him, but her Aphrodite allure always hit him like a crashing wave of lust and sordid thoughts.

The woman straightened herself out with Chauncey's assistance,"Oh, I'm fine." She brushed an errant strand of hair behind an ear and dragged a hand over the opposite arm with a worried brush. "I guess I am just worried. You know? I don't have... useful skills. I'm trying to enjoy my life, but gods - how?" The tone of her voice was soft and low, and Chauncey could hear her just fine.

He wanted to be reassuring, but he didn't know Cadence that well. He knew of some of her abilities, but she was one of the few that he worried about. Not to mention the fact that she's on the team with the Academy's biggest asshole. "I think you're going to be okay. I'm sure you have something that no one here has seen before. Just... be careful, you know? You're on the team with the trouble-makers."

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Asher, Asher, Asher. How she loved to loathe that douchey grin of his. It was a safe bet that he already spent a good chunk of the party chasing girls and unnerving any other boy with even a hair of decency. Anyone ought to be cringing at the thought of flirting with their cousin, but then again he wasn't the only person trying to get someone's pants. The only difference was that he knew a relationship would be doomed.

"Oh you know me so well," Ann grinned, "it wouldn't be a party without some fun and games right?"

She waggled her satchel of pills, only snatching them away when Erin arrived with a drink in hand. She was cheery as ever and likely only the slightest bit tipsy given that she was a child of Dionysus. Those demigods didn't go down easily and Greek God hierarchy be damned, nobody could outdrink them. But that was only a good thing given that she could be the not-so-designated driver should any of them end up on a bad trip.

Ann gulped the drink and threw the cup towards the nearest trash can, wincing as it bounced off someone's head.

Oh no...

Anyway!

"Heeeey I missed you!" the neon-clad girl chirped, "I was rigging games and taking names while you"-she poked Erin's shoulder-"were busy doing, well whatever you were doing."

She opened the bag and dropped a few in Asher's hand before popping one in her own mouth, feeling lips water with the taste of magenta (whatever that meant). Visions of nymphs and sirens, satyrs and horse girls and for some reason, Percy's jacket, clouded her mind. The music swelled in the background, going from a generic EDM mix to the magnum opus of sir ElectroDanceMixes. All at once, her eyes widened, her jaw clenched, and the rest of her body tingled.

"But it's like whatever though," she grinned. "Because you've got to try these."

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Theo's smile slightly lessened for a moment when he saw that his comment about the Agon hit a bit of a nerve with Amy, "Oh shit, I didn't mean it like that...I don't know why I said it, really. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...nervous." he stuttered, with an awkward chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked back up when Amy confirmed that she hadn't seen Riley either, which wasn't much of a shock considering she wasn't exactly the uh, most socialable person he had met. Which, was fine just, made keeping track of her rather difficault sometimes. He grinned at the last bit of having to owe Amy a dance if they couldn't find their lost friend, "Deal!" he said a bit too excitedly, "Uhm, I mean cool. Cool. I think I can manage that." he stuttered, Nice save, dumbass, he thought to himself. Real smooth save there too. Theodore shook his head, immediately feeling dumb.

He gave a small smile as Amy laced her hand with his, saying so she didn't lose him in the crowd of people. Tightening his own hold on her a bit as they weaved through the crowd of drunken, hormonally charged teenagers that danced to the beat of the music. With his rather tall build, he had a bit of an advantage of trying to find their lost friend in the crowds of people, trying to spot someone off by herself or trying to strike up a conversation with someone she knew. Almost walking into Amy at one point as he got a little distracted before she took off running, letting go of his hand. "Yeah there...There she is..!" he weakly called out, putting his hand down as he didn't really to need to confirm that he saw Riley as Amy had ambushed her in a hug.

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Riley had been enjoying the music as she attempted to find someone at least, that was until a person out of nowhere tackled her from the crowd. Almost entirely throwing her off her feet. "Holy shit, Amy! You scared me!" the daughter of Artemis called out as she was practically tackled by the small red haired daughter of Hera. "And hey now, I was trying to find you! So, I have no idea what you're talking about, dumbass." she retorted, happily wrapping Amy in a hug. "Theo!! It's great to see you!" she called out as she saw him making his way over to them.

"Hey Riles. Always good to see you." he said with a smile, giving her a side hug. Riley returned the hug with a smile, "Likewise! And Amy, you're one to talk about looking good. You always look amazing, so I don't want to hear it." she said with a small chuckle. "So, what're you guys up to? I'm currently trying to...Not have a nervous breakdown about tomorrow. But, putting that aside, I'm trying to enjoy myself."

"Well, Amy here wanted to track down her favorite dumbass and made sure she even came to this party. But, me...I'm not up to much. And I'm sure you'll be fine, Riley. You got a good team to watch out for you." he said with a smile.





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Erin gave Ann a small smile as the daughter of Hermes said she had missed Erin. "I mean hey, I'm not a very easy person to miss." she retorted, flashing her friend a toothy grin. Giving Ann a side eye as her shoulder was poke, "I will have you know, I was very busy with what I was doing. I was DJ'ing this party for a while, but then I needed a break and got a few drinks....And then Tarra kinda dissapeared. So, I'm not pestering you, dear friend." she said with a grin. Wrapping her arm around her friend in a quick hug as she placed a kiss on the other girl's head for a moment before eyeing her handing what looked to be like pills to Asher.

She raised an eyebrow in slight confusion as she watched Ann down a pill of her own, and watched as she stiffened for a moment before her pupils dialated and seemed to be in an odd daze like state of mind. Clearly a drug induced trip. Erin gently kept her hand on Ann, helping keep her stable until she came back down from the most intense moment of the high, giving a small chuckle as Ann began talking again. Saying how it wasn't such a big deal, but she needed to try the pills she had.

The daughter of Dionysus took a slight step back for a moment as uncerainty began to fill her, "I dunno, Ann. I'm not exactly into uh...Taking pills." she said with a small raise of her hands for a moment. Erin may have been into getting intense highs and trying out different drugs and experimenting with what she could handle. But pills? Wasn't exactly anything she ever considered, and she was tempted to turn it down. But, after a moment of reconsidering, especially if this was going to be one of the last few days where she could just say 'Fuck it' and throw caution to the wind? Why not. "Ah fuck it, gimme some of the good shit." she said with a sly grin, and took the ones Ann handed over.

"To eternal youth, or may we all be damned. If things go south, I'll see ya'll in Hades when this is all over." she retorted with a grin, and quickly downed the pills dry. The taste that hit her tongue for the briefest moment, was an odd mixture of sour and...purple? If one could even taste a color, it's what she assumed it would be. After a few seconds, the affects of the drugs kicked in and what flashed before her mind was flashes of images from her past, some things she didn't remember and then a quick flash of a sword and someone else's hand holding her's. Whatever the fuck that meant, she didn't care. The visions were soon over as she found herself gasping for air, falling back slightly, but just able to catch herself from falling over as she grabbed onto someone's shoulder.

"Holy fucking shit, what the absolute fuckballs was that??" she exclaimed, a large grin spreading over her lips as she stepped back over to Ann, wrapping an arm around her. "Those are some tricky ass pills you have, I've never experienced anything like that before." Erin chuckled, almost losing her balance for a moment until she was able to stabalize herself again. "What else do you guys want to do while we say fuck it? Tomorrow our lives could be over, so why not do something we never thought we'd do? I might even go fight god while I'm at it. What else can i fucking lose?"