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Cadence Perry

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a character in “Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen”, as played by mombie

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§ . g e n d e r . cisfemale

§ . a g e . 17

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

§ . g o d l yxp a r e n t . aphrodite

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i p . While Cadence enjoys the gift of beauty, the relationship with her mother seems to be a one-way street. On one hand, Aphrodite can show love and affection whenever she feels like she should. On the other hand, when Cadence really needs her mother, she finds her outcry for maternal support leaving much to be desired. Over time, she has learned not to rely too heavily on her mother, understanding that she does as she pleases and whenever she pleases. They have a relationship that isn't exactly stranger, yet it is also not strained. They have a good middle ground that is both supportive and spacious with freedom, but Cadence can't say that she would depend on her mother when she needs her.



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§ . e y e s . deep russet brown

§ . h a i r . shoulder-length, deep chocolate, choppy cut

§ . h e i g h t . 5'6"

§ . w e i g h t . 127 lbs.

§ . p h y s i q u e . svelte, yet femine

§ . s k i n . gentle honey bronze

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . It goes without saying that the daughter of Aphrodite is a natural beauty, in make-up and without. Short and choppy chocolate tresses frame her features and really brings out the warmth in her dark brown eyes. Her eyes are hooded, but that just means she has to be a little more tactful with her make-up placement. When she smiles it reaching every aspect of her face from the crinkling in the corners of her eyes to the slight scrunch of her nose. From sole to crown, she's perfectly groomed and molded gracefully by her mother.

Her sense of style is... whatever she feels like. While she observes the social norm regarding how much is too much, she also takes that extra step from time to time. Cadence may not walk around with her top off (but if it was legal, she probably would!), but she will sometimes don things that leave little to the imagination. After all, the woman is intuned with her sexuality and all of its inherent freedoms. For the most part, however, as crazy as this might sound--Cadence actually prefers a style that is light and breezy but clings playfully to all the right places. She loves pastels and high waisted shorts, billowing sleeves, loose-fitting dresses with a long slit, a pair of nice open toes heels or cute designer sandals. Cadence knows when to take a chance and when to be a little more conservative in dress.

As for make-up, she can live without it. Honestly, her make-up stash leaves most YouTube influencers with much more to be desired. On account of a flawless and unblemished complexion, she can forego concealers, powders, and all that face-covering stuff. She opts for things like a nice bronze eyeshadow, perhaps a cat-eye, a generous amount of mascara (but she mostly has her eyelashes done at a salon), and a pop of color on her lips. She's a real minimalist in this regard, which has always been great because not wanting to have too much clutter is a trait she picked up from her father.



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§ . d e m e a n o r . flirty and friendly socialite

§ . f e a r s . sleeping in the dark, having her beauty taken away, abandonment, fire

§ . v i c e ( s) . sex

§ . d i s l i k e s . ciggarettes, being alone, whiskey

§ . l i k e s . painting at sunrise and sunfall, social gatherings of any kind, obviously making lots of love

§ . f l a w s . obsessed with her image, nosy in affairs of others, she can be jealous, easily-offended

§ . s t r e n g t h s . passionate about making others their best, artistic, loves a good social cause

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . Average; she did well in school, but she's not particularly interested in academia.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . She is charming, and it's not just those Aphrodite pheromones that draw people to her like a magnet. There's something sweet about her, and maybe a lot of that has to do with that soft southern drawl and the way she encourages others. It cannot be denied that she loves to be in crowded social situations like a great party, pep rally--anything where people are together. Having fun and living life just seems to come easy for her because she gets what she wants, and there's very little getting in the way of that. Yet, she isn't a conceited little shit. Vain about her appearance? Yes. Would she kill herself if she became ugly overnight? Probably, but she doesn't think she's better than anyone. At least, not out loud or in behavior. She loves to inspire people to love themselves, and she's pretty good at it. Everyone deserves love, life, and happiness.

It's important to note that, while she attracts people to her, Cadence is not a homewrecker. Luckily for her, she can calm a love-bitten admirer and remind them of their true partner in life. It isn't always flattering to be an object of desire, especially since she does little to no work for it. It is gifted to her, and she both enjoys the perks of her mother's power and sometimes resents it.

Aphrodite gifted her child with artistic ability. She's a master with the paintbrush and canvas. During those rare times when she is alone, one can find her outside with her paints and easel working on some new ideas.



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§ . t e a m . support || rebellion

§ . g r a d e . senior

§ . s t r e n g t h s . alluring, multilingual, excellent liar, heightened social awareness, supernatural intuition, can tell a person's sexuality

§ . w e a k n e s s . physical strength is zilch, dark places, being in an unfamiliar place by herself, being separated from a group, insults to her physical appearance and character are extremely debilitating, no combat sense, it's hard to hold her own against her peers, fire

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . Average for a typical human female her age and height. Cadence was not blessed with enhance physical conditioning like her peers. Her slim figure is a gift from Aphrodite, not out of hard work.

§ . a l l u r e . Whether it is those pesky Aphrodite pheromones or just Cadence's joyous and warm personality, people are drawn to her. All sorts of people--even bad people. Most of the time it's a great thing, but it causes a great amount of conflict in her life.

§ . p e r s u a s i o n . Aside from being able to manipulate love and lust, she can also manipulate other emotions. This helps her become extremely persuasive when necessary which seems to elicit behaviors she wants.

§ . a m o k i n e s i s . Like her other siblings, Cadence can manipulate love and lust in others. This does not have to be love in the romantic sense, but it can be friendly or parental love--even just a general kind of love. Love is so much more than what we see.

§ . m a n i p u l a t i o n . She can control and alter make-up, perfume, clothing, jewelry, and other beauty products.

§ Cadence lacks in the enhanced physical attributes that her peers share, but that is okay. Most of her abilities are rooted in love and lust, and everything those two realms encompass. Whilst she was gifted some more aggressive abilities like persuasion, she knows better than to use them because she's afraid. The idea of controlling people in evil ways is almost... unfathomable. People that are attracted to her gender will find themselves attracted to her, but she's not an intentional home-wrecker. She has great intuition even if her overall combat awareness leaves so, so, so much to be desired. Some children of Aphrodite can change appearances to that of which one desires most or find most attractive, but Cadence cannot.


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Cadence was raised in Asheville, North Carolina. No one would ever be able to tell her what actually happened to her parents. She was raised in a small town by two step-parents from the time she was a baby and for the rest of her life. Marsha and Jarod Perry didn't have children of their own, so they felt blessed to have been gifted with a newborn. Marsha stayed at home and Jarod worked as a car mechanic. They lived a happy and comfortable life, and while Cadence always knew that something wasn't right, she felt like these were mom and dad, and no one could tell her any differently. They were a god-fearing home, but Cadence always marched to the beat of her own drum and her parents were not going to pressure her into anything.

Throughout her life, she has been loved, well-received, and the focal point of social situations from kindergarten storytime to high school dance parties. Something about her just drew people in, and she always thought that it must have been her personality. Cadence could do no wrong, even if she was, in fact, doing some wrong. The high school years marked times of light drugs like marijuana, sex with boys, and parties that she wasn't really allowed to be part of. She didn't need to be accepted by people, but it just so happened that all the wrong people were drawn to her. She got a little mixed up with different folks in her freshman and sophomore years, but she luckily had someone looking out for her.

It wasn't necessarily her mother, Aphrodite. It was her art teacher, Mrs. Hale. Mrs. Hale was like her mother away from home, and this sort of made Aphrodite a little jealous. Cadence was a master of the paintbrush, and she captivated other art students with her talent. Mrs. Hale was happy to have someone, for once, so enthusiastic about art and everything that encompassed it. Eventually, the bad crowds fell to the wayside of Cadence's newfound passion in life. By the time her junior year rolled around, Mrs. Hale succumbed illness and she passed away. This was a perfect opportunity for Aphrodite to swoop in and meet her daughter.

Aphrodite and Cadence met after a long period of lonely mourning over Mrs. Hale. While waiting for her school bus, a beautiful woman approached and embraced her out of seemingly thin air. Aphrodite confessed that she was Cadence's mother, and this was a bit shocking to her. The teenager didn't believe it at first, and the part of her that did wonder why her mother could wait so long to appear. She immediately rejected Aphrodite, but the goddess didn't take too well to this. She was downright offended. Later that night, Cadence's home caught on fire. She escaped but by the time the fire department could get there, her parents had already passed away from smoke inhalation. Unbeknownst to Cadence, just like Mrs. Hale, her step-parents became the victims of a vindictive goddess. Not that she'd ever come to know.

Aphrodite appeared before her once more, held out her hand, and comforted her daughter. They took a long walk in which Aphrodite would explain things and compell her to attend the boarding school for Demigods. She would spend the last couple months of her junior year there and now she's digging into her senior year. Cadence's relationship with her mother may be based on untruths and witholdings, but it is a decent one.



coding x mombie | fc x Anja Leuenberger | hex x e38372

So begins...

Cadence Perry's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You take Venmo?"

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

Poseidon's children had the worst tempers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Calden Archer
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Wes had been nursing the same glass of scotch for the better part of an hour. As he’d never been one given to the loss of control inherent to drunken revelry, that wasn’t necessarily odd, especially with the Agon starting tomorrow. Considering his role was as chief strategist for the team, one might even call his moderation prudent. What was odd however, was his lack of killer focus. Women had always been drawn to Wes, or his wealth and position at least, and that effect was quantified exponentially in the presence of his best friend Sebastian. On a normal night, he would have already sequestered one of the girls vying for his attention for the evening. The game he played was a delicate one; women were just as competitive as men, and winning was an intoxicating aphrodisiac. They’d play along for a time, but the kind of women he attracted didn’t share. If he didn’t give one their metaphorical tiara soon, the game would be a bust, no one leaving happy.

He just couldn’t make himself care, and that in itself was frustrating. Not having absolute control over his own emotions grated, and while logically Wes could identify the source of this change, he refused to acknowledge it to himself for what it was. And then, as if the mere whisper of a thought had summoned her, Lux was there, wearing the most ridiculously fetching getup he was almost embarrassed to admit he found appealing. His eyes chased her all the way to the bar with a look that smoldered like heated coals just waiting for tinder to ignite. He was so caught up, that he almost missed Seb’s remarks entirely.

“Now now, it’s not nice to tease unless you intend to follow through Seb.” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk twisting his lips. If the suddenly flushed cheeks were anything to go by, it was a proposition many of the girls here found appealing. Wes could practically see the wheels of fantasy turning in their heads as they imagined all the wicked things these two handsome men might do to each other nestled between the sheets; not to mention anyone lucky enough to be brought along for the ride. It was an amusing role to play to, and one Wes might have easily slipped into for an evening of meaningless fun…if not for those fishnets.

Hands were on Lux’s thighs, fingers twined in her fishnet stockings, and something primal and possessive roared to life savagely at the knowledge those weren’t his hands. Instead they belonged to Cadence, a practiced hand at charming unsuspecting demigods herself, and looking like the personification of sex itself in her curvaceously fringed attire. It wasn’t rational what Wes felt, like a flare of challenge one feels after spotting a true competitor threatening what was yours, but logic wasn’t driving this train at the moment. “Excuse me.” was all Wes got out before striding away, weaving through the crowd as quickly as possible. Cadence was still gone by the time he managed to make it to Lux though, leaving him standing there feeling uncharacteristically foolish.

“Are you alright?” Wes asked, feeling stupid for not having something better ready at hand to say to help him feel less off balance. “Did she try something?” He continued, eyes scanning the crowd suspiciously as he found her dancing now with Percy. He was a rival competitor from another team, but also Lux’s friend, so he evaluated the likelihood of any coordinated foul play as low.


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Abby Jarvis // Child of Ares// Brawn // Location: Legacy Academy
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“Right…” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, only to snag on a trim and neatly tailored form that made her more often than not feel weak, and liquid, and a little out of breath. She still couldn’t believe she was on the same team with Seb, instincts often warring between hovering close by, and fleeing in a daze of awkward panic, but now she had a legitimate excuse to talk to the beautiful son of Aphrodite, and it was dizzying. “Gods he’s beautiful…” Lottie sighed, looking moonstruck as she watched him move like a prince in command within his kingdom. He was in his element here, so confident and unapproachable it made her heartsick.

Abby's eyes followed Lottie’s gaze, landing on their teammate with much less admiration. No one with functioning eyes could deny Sebastian Rhodes was beautiful, but the appeal was greatly diminished by the fact Seb was a stuck up prick who could give Narcissus a run for his money. “Don’t feed his ego. A couple more compliments, and his head will burst.” Abby drawled flatly as she brought the bottle back to her lips to take a swig of her newly acquired whiskey.

“I just...he’s so wonderful.” Lottie gushed, taking Abby’s free hand in her own as moral support as she staring mornfully at the absolute cloud of admirers hanging about him, even as Wes made a sudden exit. Did something happen? Mustering up her courage, Lottie decided to take the spirit of the evening in hand. “We should say hello. It’s a party right, we’re teammates, it would be rude not to!” Lottie recited with forced cheer to blanket over her nerves, dragging Abby forward with her as she approached Seb and his remaining gaggle of hangerson.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Abby warned, not nearly drunk enough for the inevitable confrontation about to ensue. In truth, she could have broken out of Lottie’s grip easily, just slipped away in the crowd and avoided this crap entirely. But Lottie was a nice kid, a little too sheltered, and so painfully besotted with Sebastian Rhodes that a blind monkey could tell. Frankly, Abby didn’t trust Seb to be gentle with the shy sophomore or her school girl crush, so if she couldn’t dissuade Lottie from doing something stupid, she could at least ruffle some of pretty boy’s feathers real good for some payback on her behalf.

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie chipped before the horror of what she’d led this conversation with really hit, soldiering on with no real cognizant control over what began spilling out of her mouth at this point. “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!” Lottie laughed nervously.

Oh kid…Watching the train wreck in front of her ensue, Abby took a sympathetic pull of whiskey for them both. Nope, she was definitely not drunk enough yet for this shit, but hey, in for a penny and all that. “The glasses do help distract from that whole fathead situation. Good choice” Abby tossed out glibly, deciding it was time to kick the hornet’s nest for a proper deflection.


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Maya Torres // Child of Apollo// Special // Location: Legacy Academy
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Maya still hadn’t quite forgiven Helen and the others on the party commission for going with the retro rave theme over the far more appropriate spring break beach getaway (They had a lake right there for gods’ sake!) one she’d spent the better part of a year planning out. She had to admit though, that it was going well, but she still maintained her tropical slice of the party, especially in the middle of so much neon crazy, was the best part. Besides, she sure as Hades wasn’t wasting this outfit after all the time she’d spent putting it together. Threading LED lights through a coconut bra and hula skirt was a surprisingly arduous undertaking, but the results spoke for themselves.

The frozen pineapple mango concoction Maya had been sipping on was a bit strong, but there was just enough sweetness counteracting the bite to leave a myriad of flavors playing across her tongue. It also helped to calm the jitters she’d been feeling for a while now. Maya couldn’t really put a name to it. In the pit of her stomach was this persistent dread, an instinct telling her something was wrong, but she had no idea what to do about it. Was it just nerves over the Agon? Graduation maybe? She couldn’t tell, which was troubling. Maya liked to think she was pretty intune with herself and intuition, it’s part of why she’d signed up for the Agon in the first place, but this feeling was something she couldn’t puzzle out. So it looked like cocktails for now would have to suffice.

Moving through the crowd, Maya waved to friends, danced a little, and made the rounds. Things had begun livening up once the fireworks went off, and Maya couldn’t help admiring some of the more creative handiwork playing across the sky in colorful sparks. It really was a beautiful night, though outside of Cal on the dance floor earlier, she’d yet to run into any of her closer friends. Set to rectify that, Maya continued through the crowd until she spotted a colorful 90’s print shirt that was too loud to miss. “There you guys are, you look so cute!” Maya cheered as she came up and hugged Reagan and Ali from behind, careful not to spill their drinks. Ali usually hated these kinds of events, so she was thrilled to see him here now. “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.” Maya gushed, knowing her friend’s refined palate was probably their best bet for loosening up to the atmosphere.

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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 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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Hearing someone call his name, Min’s head snapped around to locate it. Percy was easy to spot, his outfit provoking a laugh from Min. He glanced around at the empty cups surrounding him. “I don’t… think all of these are mine?” He said, but honestly even he wasn’t sure. He grinned lazily at Percy as the rainbow sunglasses and glow sticks were added to his outfit and Percy ruffled his hair. “Is that a promise?” He asked, laughing a little awkwardly. Getting dressed by himself had been… an ordeal as he tried to figure out what the hell to wear. The fact that he didn’t seem to be the most overdressed person here gave him some comfort.

He spotted a familiar figure waving at him from across the dance floor, and returned Chauncey’s wave with almost equal enthusiasm. But when he turned back, Cadence was pressed against Percy, wearing next to nothing. Seeing it made Min feel… well, odd. His brain was too confused to try and identify what it was, but he knew he didn’t like it. Min liked Cadence, and was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything actually happening there, but the feeling still lingered. Maybe it was more to do with the fact that when Percy put his arm around Min, the feeling seemed to vanish as Min laughed at being called a cutie. Ann appeared from nowhere, joining their little bubble. All of a sudden there seemed to be a lot of people in the small space, and Min’s drunken brain found it almost too much to handle. Yep, the last drink had definitely been a mistake.

Percy appeared to be able to tell that much as he mentioned getting Min a drink of water. He wasn’t sure if he was actually swaying slightly or if it just felt like the earth was just tilting beneath his feet. At the mention of a lap dance, Min’s face flushed scarlet. He was mostly sure that Percy was joking, but he’d learned the hard way not to rely on that. “Um, maybe not,” he said a little awkwardly, but managed a smile anyway.

At Cadence’s comment about hoping people would wear less, Min found himself glancing down at his own clothes, even if he was aware the comment wasn’t directed at him. Hell, even if he was still over-dressed, at least he was still somewhat on theme. Although he wasn’t totally sure it fit Percy’s criteria of colourful and slutty, even with the newly added accessories.

He heard Cadence say something about wanting to dance, moments before Percy’s hand grabbed Min’s shirt and pulled him towards the dance floor. Min couldn’t do anything except laugh, eventually managing to grab Percy’s hand as they made their way into the middle of the crowd. This was where the real party was, and even though Min was pretty sure his sober self would feel a lot more uncomfortable here, it was hard not to feel alive. He stumbled a little as Percy pulled him into a spin and was amazed when he somehow managed to keep his balance, laughing at Percy all the while. Even though he was fully aware of how dumb it had to look, he found himself mimicking Percy, even if there were times when he was laughing too much to even try and dance.

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Character Portrait: Ann Akimiya Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Erin Davenport Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore
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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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Maya Torres // Child of Apollo// Special // Location: Legacy Academy
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“Thanks!” Maya chirped, not the least bit perturbed by Ali’s laugh. She had very nice coconuts thanks, and she was happy to show them off a bit. She took Ali’s offered hand easily, giggling as he spun her for a quick twirl that left her grass over skirt whooshing about.


“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.” Maya agreed easily. There wasn’t anyone special she had her eye on at the moment, but she was happy to flirt about and drag her friends along for the fun. Ali in particular needed some appreciative attention. And some distance from a certain son of Aphrodite. Maya got along fine with Seb for the most part (though she certainly didn’t appreciate the way he spoke to her sister), but she knew who he was. Ali deserved to be treated like a treasure, and Seb was never going to be that guy.

So mission in mind, Maya took Ali’s offered arm and forged ahead into the dancing throng. At some point a disco ball had appeared, and the playlist began cycling through a distinctly retro mix. Maya didn’t mind, whipping out a few cheesy disco moves as their little group found an open pocket of space to claim for themselves. She spotted a few appreciative stares thrown their way, Reagan in particular looking gorgeous as she always did. There was one boy (A Zeus kid?) who was definitely looking at Ali though, and she noted to follow up on that one later.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive!

She was dancing to the chorus line of the Bee Gee’s classic when the telltale pickling sensation behind her eyes started, and Maya’s heart jumped into her throat. Now?! Why the hell was she having one now?! “Ali-!” That was the only warning she got out before any feeling of normal consciousness fled.

Instead of a crowded makeshift dance floor, Maya was in a narrow stone corridor. It was dimly lit and oddly enough, she could still hear the music echoing eerily off the walls. Disoriented, Maya felt her way across the cold stone wall toward the open door that was her only source of light. An iron tang tinged the air, and Maya pulled her hands back when they touched something slick. As she got closer to the light, the source of the stomach turning scent became obvious. Every surface in the room was painted with blood, as if some kind of macabre artist had worked with gore instead of oils. On the table however, was a marble bust of her father, remarkably clear but for the long train of blood coming from his eyes…

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah, I'm stayin' alive!


Maya snapped back to reality harshly, kneeling on the floor. “Air!” Maya begged weakly, still feeling too frail to pull herself to her feet.


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Wesley Tate // Child of Hades// Brain // Location: Legacy Academy
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Wes wasn’t used to being unready with words. He was a planner, he scrutinized the field, pinpointed weak points, and then pressed forth mercilessly until his objective was achieved. Other people's feelings or opinions about it didn’t really matter outside ensuring their cooperation. With Lux though that...instinct failed him. He worried about what he said, how she'd react to it. Would she get angry? Would it make her feel better? Would he just make things worse? It almost annoyed him that he cared about something so trivial, but it mattered to him.

“Of course I worry about you. We’re teammates. Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.” Wes said tightly, dragging his eyes away from their adversary and back to Lux. Her body language was defensive, clearly uncomfortable. He needed to...do something about that. For the team. Maintain morale and...yes, that. It was his duty as their leader.

As the music shifted to the next song, this one a slower classic from the 80’s, Wes glanced at the dance floor, and then back at Lux. He extended out a hand in offer, trying not to look as awkward as he felt. The offer was spur of the moment, the ramifications not even remotely thought out, but the urge to dance with Lux was instant and strong, and for once Wes let himself not think about it too closely. “Do me the honor of this dance?

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Abby Jarvis // Child of Ares// Brawn // Location: Legacy Academy
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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.” Abby threw back casually, their constant jabs too routine to really be offended. Honestly, she’d been expecting something a little more creative, but it was easy to tell Seb was distracted, his attention clearly split between them and something by the dance floor. A quick glance of her own, and Abby knew why, for once the two demigods in complete agreement with their distaste, if for entirely different reasons. Lux could do so much better than Wesley Tate. She was moral and good, and he was a cutthroat dick, and Abby could not for the life of her understand the attraction a blind person could see those two dancing around.

Lottie on the other hand was too busey blushing as her mind tried to wrap around the suggestion of actually getting to be in Seb’s room to process much else. Abby looked on with a bit of pity. No one was really immune to an Aphrodite kid when they chose to turn on the charm, but Abby liked to think a heavy dollop of loathing might keep the manifestation of any forced attraction firmly violent. Mostly, the child of Ares was surprised and reluctantly relieved Rhodes had been so gentle in his handling there. Lottie was a sweet kid with a school girl crush, and they both knew he wasn’t capable of giving Lottie what she wanted from him.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.” Abby smirked. They didn’t have to pretend to get along until tomorrow. Best to get some things worked out of the system now.

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percival reese
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"I don’t… think all of these are mine?" Min said in regards to the copious empty cups that surrounded him on the bar. Percy just raised a questioning brow but didn't comment on it. This was the one night where it didn't matter. Although, to be honest, it wouldn't matter to him most nights. After all, he did enjoy a party. But with the looming dread and possibility of their deaths, letting loose was in order, for some more than others.

"Is that a promise?"

Percy smirked at the playful remark in regards to his own comment about helping min get dressed. He took a sip of his drink then flashed the timid drunk a playful wink. "You bet, sweet cheeks."

Then before they all knew it, the trio was on the dance floor. Surprisingly, Cadence didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by his strange gyrating that Min quickly seemed to join in on, accompanied with the most adorable drunken giggles. Percy kept worming his way around the two almost like a figure eight. Every so often when he passed them by, he'd give them a twirl or even a very exaggerated dip.

At one point when he slid behind Min, Percy even managed to slip his furry coat onto his tipsy companion. This left him shirtless, while all of his colorful accessories rested on Min. His smile grew as he grabbed ahold of the fluffy collar and made Min shimmy along with him.

When Percy looked over at Cadence, his dancing slowed slightly as he noticed her smile fade. But she didn't let it show for long before quickly plastering on a large cheerful grin, no doubt in an attempt to hide whatever it was that was going on in that head of hers. His brows furrowed slightly in concern when she looked back toward him. But he said nothing. It was a night not to linger on the imminent dread but have fun and whatever was worrying her... She didn't want to talk about it. And he respected that.

"You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks."

Percy kept a loose hold on his jacket that swallowed Min, while his other hand gently grabbed Cadence's arm before she left. "Hey. It'll be ok." He gave her a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. "Text me if you need anything, ok?"

Once she was gone, he turned his attention fully back to Min, giving him a large mischievous grin. "And then there was two." Percy spun around and playfully shook his butt towards his dancing partner. He contemplated even grinding on him, but he decided he wouldn't scare the poor boy too much in one night. He'll save that for the after party. Because he'd be damned if this Agon killed anyone he cared about. They all were going to survive. They were.

"Alright, dancing queen," he said while running a hand back through his now sweaty hair. "Tonight is the last night of life as we know it. And as a way to celebrate the end of this chapter of our lives, it's bucket list time." Percy made his way behind Min, taking ahold of his shoulders as he leaned his head forward to speak quieter in the male's ear. "What's one thing you want to do before you die?"

As Percy made his way around Min to stand in front of him, he popped the collar of the fuzzy jacket. "Now before you say anything," he interjected, holding up an index finger. "No 'skydiving' or 'win the lottery'. I'm a miracle worker but not a God. So, if there is something we can tick off tonight, I'm going to try my damnedest to make it happen."




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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.”

"Thank you for noticing," Seb smirked then downed what remained of his drink. Her jabs left room to be desired, along with her company. Neither one of them seemed particularly interested in the other's company but rather their friends talking to one another. He could feel his jaw clenching at the sight but he tried to take a deep breath and not pay attention to it.

After a moment or two, he looked back to their other company, giving Lottie a sweet and charming smile. The girl was blushing and smiling from ear to ear. Sweet girl. Far too naive for his liking. Some men, enjoyed the innocent ones. He knew a fair few of boys like that before coming to the academy. They prided themselves on how many girls they took from a saint to a sinner. Deflowering preacher's daughters was their particular expertise. The conquest is interesting but the pay off wasn't worth it in Seb's opinion. Flirting was always enjoyable, but he preferred women and men of experience to warm his bed.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.”

"Believe it or not, people in the civilized world believe in dressing up. Not wearing 80s band tees stained with ramen from 2 nights ago." Seb set his empty glass down on the bar and proceeded to adjust the cuffs of his shirt and sports coat. "It's called having taste, not that I'd expect you to know what that is. You'd probably think a mustang and eating at Golden Corral is classy."

No longer desiring to waste his time with Abby's presence, Seb took Lottie's hand and place a gently kiss upon her knuckles. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep. We'll need you at your best tomorrow." He gave the girl a gentle smirk, before guiding the blonde that still lingered around him to the dance floor.





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“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.”

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye,” Ali offered in return.

It seemed that once the counter offer left his lips a little bit of Reagan's laughter died and her cheeks flushed. There already was someone who caught her eye, although she never voiced it to anyone. Not yet, anyway. Part of her felt like, once she said it out loud it would somehow reach him and Reagan was never particularly good at being forefront with her feelings. But on the other hand, she knew the rumors about her and Elliot. She felt like no matter the truth, everyone would always assume that was her 'secret crush' rather than believing anything she said. And deep down, she knew those rumors probably ruined any chance she had with that person anyway. Yet, her gaze still lingered in the crowd, wondering if it land on him for just a moment.

So, instead she tried her best to give a genuine smile and nudge Ali's arm. "I only have eyes for you." Reagan laughed and gave a flirtatious wink.

Reagan took Ali's other offered arm and let him lead them into the pulsing ocean of bodies that ebbed and flowed to the beat of the music. This was a night to celebrate and unwind. Tomorrow their lives would change, presumably forever, and even with everyone partying and enjoying their last night of fun... She could feel an underlying tension in the air. Like everyone was trying to drink and dance their worries away, but they still lingered there like everyone was holding their breath.

The three of them danced in a circle. They laughed and smiled as disco music came on and they all embraced their inner Travolta. Reagan tried to clear her mind and let the weight that rested on her shoulders cease, if only for a minute. But it seemed their lighthearted dancing was coming to a quick end. Maya stopped dead in the middle of the song, causing Reagan to freeze and look toward her. “Ali-!”

Reagan quickly reached out and took one of Maya's arms, hoping that Ali managed to grab the other. She tried her best to support her weight. But she was sinking to the ground, so instead Reagan squatted down and helped aid her to her knees until whatever it was passed. Minutes felt like hours as she waited for her friend to regain consciousness. She lost track of how much time passed until Maya managed to speak once again. "Air!"

"It's ok. We've got you," Reagan reassured her as she helped Maya to her feet. She draped the girls arm over her shoulders, so her hand could help support her waist. "Ali, can you grab her some water? I'll get her outside."

Once she had a strong hold on Maya, Reagan started pushing their way through the dancing crowd. As they broke through the horde, the air instantly felt cooler and not as thin. She glanced back toward the party one last time before they stepped out, and that's when she saw him. She didn't let her gaze linger, maybe because she didn't want to get caught looking... or maybe because he was talking to another girl... One that was far more beautiful than she ever hoped to be. It was probably for the best anyway. No one wanted to be part of the rumors that circled her. And Reagan would most likely die in the Agon anyway.

She took a deep breath as she looked away and helped Maya outside. The fresh air managed to take away Reagan's breath. It was almost like, for the brief time they were in there, she forgot that air wasn't heavy and moist. Luckily there was a bench not too far away that she was able to guide themselves toward. Once Maya was seated, she sat down beside her with a soft sigh. "Are you ok?"




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“Of course I worry about you." For a brief moment, Lux's leg stopped bouncing and everything seemed to freeze. Or was that her heart skipping a beat? Her brows raised slightly as she looked up at him. But then he continued. "We’re teammates." Her heart sank and her gaze fell back down to her hands. "Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.”

"Right. Right," her voice trailed off as she agreed, nodding her head slightly. Then there was silence. Lux started chewing on her bottom lip but could think of nothing to say. She didn't understand why being around Wes made her feel that way. It was like whatever logic she had slipped right out the window. He was the polar opposite of her. They went together like ketchup and chocolate... they didn't mesh. Yet, every time she walked into a room her eyes searched for him. And even when he said the wrong thing, she remained there, hoping he'd fix it somehow.

The silence began to grow uncomfortable as the music shifted to something slow and people on the dance floor began to pair off. Lux sighed softly as she pushed off her seat. "Well, I should probably let you—" She began to say as she stood up, but froze when his offered hand stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked down at it, puzzled.

“Do me the honor of this dance?”

Did people still talk like that? She thought immediately. It took a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. But when it did, her heart did skip a beat then. Lux's gaze drifted between his offered hand and his face multiple times as she searched for words. She had none. Instead her right hand raised slowly, trembling slightly from the nerves she was trying to fight.

Lux didn't know what she expected when she took his hand. She couldn't recall if her and Wes had ever touched each other besides perhaps training. Yet there they stood with her hand in his. And while it was something she wanted, longer than she would care to admit, her mind kept trying to scare her out of it. His suit cost more than everything she's ever owned... combined. Standing side by side it was yin and yang, even down to their hands. His was soft, almost porcelain while his nails could have been manicured. While her own were callused, with nails chewed short and chipped dollar store nail polish.

There was thousands of girls in this world better suited for Wes. At least twenty at the academy alone. Yet he asked her to dance. And there she stood, looking like an awkward punk band reject taking his hand... like an idiot.