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. B A S I C S .

§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . Ash

§ . g e n d e r . cismale

§ . a g e . 19

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . heterosexual

§ . g o d l yx p a r e n t . hermes

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i p . Despite his father's best intentions, Ash has a severely warped image of him in his head. To him, Hermes has unnecessarily ruined his life, and he doesn't understand. The boy just wants to live easy, but that's not the case with the spawn of Hermes. To say their relationship is strained in an understatement. Ash hates him, and if he could--well, let's leave the rest to the imagination.

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. A P P E A R A N C E .

§ . e y e s . hazel; from soft browns to gentle greens to greys.

§ . h a i r . chestnut; short, unruly

§ . h e i g h t . 6'2"

§ . w e i g h t . 180 lbs

§ . p h y s i q u e . slender, leanly muscled, athletic

§ . s k i n . warm beige, scattered freckles

§ . s c a r s . far too many to count

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . He's one handsome boy, but it's too bad he has a nasty personality. His body is fashioned for speed, nimbleness, and innate reflexes, so he is tall and thin with lean musculature. He's definitely no Ares son, and he probably doesn't look like he's ever lifted a weight in his life, but the blessings of being a Demigod means that he has a good physique. His hair is a dark, dark chestnut that he likes to leave in a messy state as if he just rolled out of bed. He has a very wide and deeply dimpled smile, and with how great he is at faking it, the gesture reaches his eyes and it's frustratingly charming. He has that bad boy charm, and he's not afraid to use it to his advantage. He has a beauty mark on his face near the corner of his left eye, as if he isn't a god's gift to women enough (his opinion).

His style is relatively casual and lazy--jeans, t-shirts, some kind of tennis-shoe. He's not really into the latest fashion, but he does seem to have a thing for shiny nicknacks--earrings, piercings, watches. He has it all. Asher has his tongue and both ears (several times) pierced, and--hmm. If you're that lucky (or unfortunate) gal, then maybe you can figure out the rest. There's not a whole lot more to say about his sense of style if you can even say he has one. His looks are average, even though he thinks he's super hot stuff.

. C H A R A C T E R .

§ . d e m e a n o r . mischeivious, strangely charming, trouble-maker

§ . f e a r s . commitment of any kind, slow days (slow anything, really), being confined to any space

§ . v i c e ( s) . pretty much all of them

§ . d i s l i k e s . slow-walkers (to the point of wishing them death), walls, small spaces, being stuck in a vehicle

§ . l i k e s . speed (speed and speed), things that don't belong to him, getting into fights

§ . f l a w s . liar, doesn't make friends, ANTI-social (not asocial),

§ . s t r e n g t h s . girls find this bad boy charming (yuck), influencer, persuasive

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . Eh, school. Dropped out of school in the tenth grade. BORING. Excellent street smarts, however.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . Oh, yes--this is one bad, bad boy. He is always up to no good, but his handsome face and charming smile make him the perfect devil in disguise. Women love him. They think they can change him. They always believe him even when that little sixth sense that tells a woman things are wrong is yelling at them. He uses this to his advantage, of course, with his own flirtations and cute words that he can do so well. He likes it. It's almost some kind of power thing for him. Men, on the other hand, aren't always up to his speed. They either hang out with him or they want to kill him. There's no real in between there because he can make their lives hellish. For the black sheep, he is an excellent leader to flock to. For the rest; the ones that know better, they have probably been the victim of one of his many kleptomaniac tendencies or his love of pranks.

Asher loves making lives hell, and that's likely because he's misconstrued the "lessons" that his father imparted on him. He likes the girls, he likes to torment the boys, and he doesn't give a fuck about anything. It's easy for him to get away with things, so he does what he wants. He already has a small criminal record, and if it weren't for being dragged to this new school, he'd probably be in jail. Especially after finding out that his father has been the source of all of his problems.

. A B I L I T I E S .

§ . t e a m . rebellion | special

§ . s t r e n g t h s . slight-of-hand, speed, trap-sensing, multiple languages (knowing and understanding), star navigation, astronomy, inate reflexes

§ . w e a k n e s s . physical strength is somewhat lacking, some powers are extremely draining, speed for too long is tiring, horrible father-son relationship

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . While his physical strength may leave much to be desired, the children of Hermes are the most nimble and speediest of all the demi-gods.

§ . s p e e d . Hermes Children are the fastest of the demi-gods. Their speed is superhuman.

§ . l o c k p i c k i n g . As Hermes is the god of thieves, his children are blessed with the ability to both pick any lock and open any lock with their mind. Asher has certainly been able to pick locks like a pro, but opening them with his mind? Eh, that still needs a little bit more work.

§ . s l i g h t - o f - h a n d . He can steal anything from anyone's pockets without them knowing. In fact, he can steal anything he wants, and no one would see him doing it. Though, they might suspect him. They just don't have my proof.

§ . p e r s u a s i o n . He can lie and convince so well that he can get people to do things for or believe him.

§ . t r a p s . He can sense physical traps.

§ Asher has been a little bit lazy with his "gifts". He's certainly made good use of his speed, lockpicking, trap sense, and thievery abilities, but he never really cared about anything else. So what if he's good at navigating the stars and astronomy? They don't help him. In fact, a lot of things like the ability to teleport and making potions have escaped his grasp, despite them being very useful in life to anyone lucky enough to have them. He also can't manipulate luck - at least, he doesn't know that he can or cannot. He's eager to learn what more he can do, but he is a bit distracted by all the girls.

. H I S T O R Y .

Life for Asher was hard, but that's because he had very little supervision and way too many choices. He was born in a small town at the foothills of mountains in Colorado. What else is there to do in smalltown America? His mom lived in a trailer park, and that's pretty much where he grew up. His mother, bless her heart because she really, really tried, worked herself to the bones with two or three jobs at a time. She never imagined that she would have a child at such a young age, but the boy she met at 18--he was beyond handsome. He also promised her things like support, money, and so much more that never came. Her family wanted her to have an abortion, and she thought about it. She really did, but... she thought this boyfriend of hers would come through. From even before his birth, Hermes would set the path of his life by abandoning his mother.

You know what they say about kids that grow up in small towns that are poor. It doesn't matter what color you are, there's just nothing to do. Nothing to do but let the streets raise you and enjoy your limited supervision. When Asher was about ten years old, he had this "friend" that he used to hang out with. His name was Johnny, and they liked to call him Johnny Boy because... why not? He was a bit older by two years, but that's not atypical. Taking on the role of big brother, he was introduced to shoplifting. Asher was hungry. His mom made enough to pay for the "house" and get by with basic things like electricity and water, but food was harder to come by. Johnny also showed him how tp pick-pocket off of people, especially older ones. While Asher was a little bit apprehensive at first, he was desperate. He didn't grow up with the internet or with extras like game consoles, computers, tablets, phones--so there was truly nothing else to do. He was tired of being hungry all of the time, and desperate people do desperate things.

When he was eleven, he ended up in jail for a night for breaking and entering. At eleven. You see, Johnny said that he would teach him how to pick locks. He told him that he could do it easily, but Asher still wasn't great at it. Johnny let him get caught, even though he had the power to convince the police otherwise. You guess it; Johnny was Hermes in disguise, and this would be the first of many guises that the god wore to train his son. Once he appeared to Asher as a rottweiler dog and chased him through the woods when he was 12. Asher always knew that he was faster than other boys, but he never realized that he could outrun a dog. He has disguised himself as a police officer, a girl that he had a crush on but would never like him back, high school bullies, a gym coach, and more. His life was not interesting or fulfilled, but it was... definitely always moving. Hermes was always teaching him something, even though it was extremely tough love.

He joined the track team in high school but got kicked off because of horrible grades. By the time he was 16, he just dropped out. His teachers hated him, and most of the students were told by their parents to stay away from the trash. He had been into drugs, weed, smoking cigarettes, having sex, drinking alcohol, partying, stealing what he needed and wanted, and playing cons with people that didn't seem to know better. He learned that he could get people to do what he wanted whenever he wanted them to. He liked the power.

He did learn from all of this, though. However, it was not the lesson that his father may have had hoped for. He knows that the world is his, he has power over people and how they see him. He can get what he wants and needs, and he doesn't even have to try hard. His lies are his weapons and his tricks are his displays of power and control over people. To rise from the nadir of poverty, one must have power over others. No apologies.

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So begins...

Asher Scott's Story

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#2020-07-11 01:52:02, as written by mombie

c h a u n c e y x m o o r e

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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.

c a d e n c e x p e r r y

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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.

a s h e r x s c o t t

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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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#2020-07-11 05:10:57, as written by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

ann akimiya // legacy academy // #36A753 // vibe check

"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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#2020-07-20 21:46:24, as written by mjolnir

percival reese
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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.

sebastian rhodes
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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.

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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#2020-07-24 20:36:32, as written by Wolf's Bane109

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

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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#2020-08-01 06:13:58, as written by mombie

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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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#2020-08-26 20:31:54, as written by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

ann akimiya // legacy academy // #36A753 // vibe check

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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#2020-08-28 01:01:50, as written by Wolf's Bane109

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

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?"

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