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Khayla Sinclair

"I need this to mean something."

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

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━━ TEAMMATES 》
(TBD)

━━ ROLE 》
Brawn

━━ PARENT 》
Ares
━━ BIRTHPLACE 》XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
England, UK

━━ OCCUPATION 》
Student at Legacy Academy

━━ ALIGNMENT 》
Loyalist (by default)
━━ FULL NAME 》
Khayla Sinclair

━━ AGE 》
Eighteen

━━ SEXUALITY 》
Bisexual


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━━ PERSONALITY 》
Khayla is, by default, an absolute ray of sunshine. A true testament to how she was raised (and following the example her step-dad set for her) she always tries to be the best version of herself. She is the sort of person who will happily and easily throw herself into any social situation or event, often times fulfilling the role of a mood-maker with no end of stupid jokes or goofy smiles. From an outward perspective, she just seems... happy, in the truest sense. More importantly, she is polite and fair-minded. She won't judge someone on any aspect of their identity or past; she cares more about their actions in the present and whether or not they treat her well. If respect is offered to her, it will be returned tenfold. As a friend, she's reliable and compassionate, and endlessly selfless.

On the flip side, there is a fierceness to Khayla that particularly seemed to flourish during her first year at the Academy. It took a great deal of time for her to begin trusting her peers and truly come out of her shell, as she stubbornly maintained that she didn't belong there. However, as she began making friends, a great many of her walls were knocked down in the process. She did retain a fair amount of that initial toughness though, which nowadays translates to unflinching honesty and a sometimes rather combative sense of humour. Khayla is more than capable of sticking up for herself, despite what many people assume, and can be very sharp with her retorts if the situation calls for it. Although, be that as it may, she is somewhat on the sensitive side and negative confrontations tend to weigh quite heavily on her moods, even if that's not apparent from the outside.

It's very obvious that, even after six years at the Academy, Khayla still hasn't quite managed to settle in. She struggles academically, often only doing the bare minimum in order to pass her classes (of which she is consistently the poorest performing student). The issue isn't lack of skill or intelligence, because she is entirely competent in a lot of the subjects she takes, rather she is completely lacking in motivation. Khayla does not care about her education in the slightest and truth be told, she's only waiting out her time at the school before she's allowed to return home for good. Participating in the Agon is the first and only time she's put herself out there and wanted to excel at something, motivated by a desire to prove that she is in control of her strength.

In Khayla's mind, the constant battle to keep her explosive temper under control is an exhausting and admittedly futile one. With time and practice, she has gotten a lot better at keeping hold of her patience, but some days are definitely harder than others. Whenever Khayla blows her cool and lashes out, she instinctively retreats into a depressive slump, fuelled by shame and low self-worth She has a habit of excessively criticising herself for her failures because she blames herself for not having worked harder to combat it, and can't quite escape the feeling that all her efforts up to that point have been for nothing. Most people don't see this side of her beneath the bubbly demeanour, but it's there.

━━ REPUTATION 》
It shouldn't be a surprise that Khayla is more on the popular side of the spectrum at the Academy, largely due to her natural charisma and wealth of social confidence. She's definitely easy to get along with and will pretty much talk to anyone and everyone. That being said, there is another side to her reputation and some not-so-great topics of gossip that get thrown around when her name is brought up. She has developed the rather unfortunate reputation of being a 'tease' through no real fault of her own. Most guys assume that because she's willing to politely entertain their ridiculousness, she must of course be interested in sleeping with them. They're mistaken, which is a fact they have an especially hard time processing.

It's also widely known that there are times in which Khayla simply... disappears. Skipping classes, withdrawing from her friends, and generally just being very hard to find. She never talks about where she's been or why she left, so by this point most people have learned to stop asking. It's much easier to buy into the rumours, after all.

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━━ POWERS 》
Like most children of Ares, Khayla's primary ability is her enhanced physical condition - most prominently the superhuman strength. Except, strangely, all of her strength seems to be packed into her legs and not at all in other parts of her body, the rest of which is more akin to peak human capability than anything. It would be a fair statement to make that Khayla likely has the most powerful kick in the Academy, not that it's ever given much of a spotlight through which to garner that reputation. By extension, Khayla possesses the ability to perform something she likes to call a super jump, with which she can reach a steady 5-6 metres at maximum effort.

━━ SKILLS 》
xxCombatxx|xxMost likely as a result of her bloodline, Khayla possesses a natural talent for combat. Reluctantly she received training in mixed martial arts, with a focus on techniques that allow her to take advantage of her strengths (primarily in the legs). Even so, in a fight she tends to go into auto-pilot mode and more often than not, this works out well enough. If she actually tried, no doubt she'd be one hell of an opponent.

xxAgilityxx|xxIn order to maximise her efficiency in combat, Khayla needs to be able to use her legs a lot, meaning her speed and flexibility have to be on point. She can block attacks at any height with her legs alone, which is truly a sight to behold, but she can be caught out easily if she's not fast enough.

xxClimbingxx|xxKhayla's power enables her to scale otherwise daunting heights more easily than most, or at the very least she can cover ground more quickly. This makes her a useful asset to her team if any challenges include reaching high places.

xxAngerxx|xxIt's been proven that if Khayla's temper is riled and she succumbs to that rage, her effectiveness in a fight is increased tenfold. That being said, her choices are driven solely by this anger and it is a short burst of energy that often results in a crappy, uncooperative mood after the fact.

━━ WEAKNESSES 》
xxLack of Focusxx|xxAs previously mentioned, Khayla has a bit of an awkward attitude towards her own skills in that she rarely puts much thought into a fight. This can make her careless at times and it's not too difficult to take advantage of her blind/weak spots.

xxHesitationxx|xx Rather inconveniently, Khayla has a deeply-ingrained fear of causing harm to other people. If her training in class shows anything, it's that she'll either hesitate with certain attacks or she'll refuse to take advantage of her opponent's blind spot because she's worried that it'll result in a serious injury. This has gotten her hurt on more than one occasion.

xxUnreliablexx|xxKhayla's performance is largely linked to her mood at the time of an activity or fight. This means that when she's in one of her depressive slumps, she's borderline useless (if she even bothers to show up at all).

xxStaminaxx|xxWith the amount that she has to move around in a fight, her stamina does tend to drain quite quickly. Long, drawn-out fights aren't ideal for her.

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━━ HISTORY 》
Khayla was born and raised in a small rural village, nestled into the West Midlands of England. Initially she was under the sole care of her biological mother, Eva, who had fled to Earth with Ares' favour upon discovering that she was pregnant with his child. Their agreement was that Eva could live a normal life, safe from the hands of her own tyrannical father, and Ares (as per his own suggestion) would keep his distance until such a time as she called upon him to intervene.

Having been given a chance for a fresh start, Eva settled into a rather simple and humble lifestyle, although she did fairly well for herself as the owner of a small corner shop. Admittedly, this success was mostly attributed to the fact that it was the only one in a village surrounded by miles and miles of empty fields, but she wasn't going to complain. When it came to raising a child on her own, money was money.

Jon Sinclair entered the picture when Khayla wasn't much more than a toddler, long past the stretch of her memory. He was one of the only police officers stationed in the village and the shop's morning regular; always popping in at the crack of dawn for a newspaper and a microwaveable pastie. It took a couple of years of persistent badgering on his part but Jon and Eva eventually hit it off, and he has been a part of their lives ever since. When Khayla was seven years of age, Jon officially became her step-dad and she couldn't have been happier for it. As a family unit, they were inseparable. Friends and relatives often joked that Jon and Eva were stuck in a perpetual honeymoon phase, and that Khayla was the best-behaved and most beautiful little girl they'd ever seen. They were the textbook definition of a cookie-cutter household, living a comfortably quiet life in the middle of nowhere.

Of course, it was not to last. Around the age of eleven, Khayla had started to experience the first hints of puberty. Normal teenagers are a handful at that age, but a Demigod teenager (even worse, a child of Ares) was another matter entirely. Even Eva wasn't prepared for the changes that occurred, much that she'd tried her best to prepare for it. On the worst of days, Khayla's temper was foul enough to tear her room upside down in a matter of minutes. She had an unavoidably destructive anger inside of her that flared up at the smallest of triggers, which was difficult for her parents to adjust to after raising her as quite a well-mannered child. However, they could see clearly that Khayla was just as confused as anybody, as her bad moods were often followed by days of guilt-ridden tears or social withdrawal.

The most alarming thing about Khayla's mood swings was that, as she grew in age, her enhanced strength became more and more apparent. At the age of twelve, she possessed enough raw strength in her legs enough to kick a hole straight through her bedroom door and even managed to punt one of Jon's garden gnomes down the length of several streets.

Jon suggested that perhaps what Khayla needed was an outlet for all the pent-up frustration she was feeling. If she took up a sport or a physical activity of some kind, she might receive enough stimulation that she would settle down a bit at home. Eva was reluctant but agreed after some persuasion, and shortly after, Khayla was signed up for a junior football club in the next town over. Although it was a bit of an unfair advantage, what with her being the offspring of a literal god, the coach said she was easily one of the most talented players he'd seen in a long time. She could outrun and outmanoeuvre any of her teammates without breaking a sweat, and her shots were impossible to block just from the sheer impact of the ball. She actually frightened the goalies, which Jon found absolutely hilarious.

This was around the time that Ares' visits became more frequent. Without ever having met each other (and without Khayla knowing of his existence) they shared their love of sports as he semi-regularly attended her games. Still, Khayla's spot on the team was a shaky one at the best of times. She became known for her explosive temper on the field and ended up sitting on the sidelines for far more games than her coach was happy with. Unbeknown to her, her last match would also be her last day on Earth.

It was a 3-0 game in favour of Khayla's team - another easy win, she figured. Knowing they couldn't bring the score back around, one of the opposing team's players (a sore loser seeking petty revenge) singled her out on the field in the last few minutes of the game. The girl slide-tackled Khayla in an obvious foul move, aiming for her legs and causing her to topple awkwardly on her side. They were pulled apart before a physical fight broke out but Khayla's anger had been effectively triggered. When the whistle blew to resume, she was out for blood. All it took was a single kick; a nasty blow directly to the knee. The girl's body flipped over itself and landed in a heap, one leg bent in entirely the wrong direction, before a blood-curdling scream forced a stunned silence from the audience and other players alike. All Khayla can remember from that point onward was a heavily-muscled pair of arms wrapping around her from behind and before she knew it, she was being carried off the pitch.

Eva tried her best to explain the whole thing, she really did, but there wasn't a single combination of words that could make it any easier for Khayla to process. One moment, she had been an ordinary 12-year-old (albeit a weirdly strong and destructive 12-year-old) and the next, she was the half-child of a god who wanted to take her away to a strange place she'd never heard of. Away from her family, friends, and the home that she loved. She was to enrol in a school for other children like her and maybe, if she was good, she could come home again when she was ready.

Her life, she realised, had become incredibly unfair.

━━ ARES 》
Khayla's relationship with Ares is very uneasy, if not outright hostile on her part. In her mind, he is the source of everything that ruined her otherwise favourable life on Earth. He's the one that ripped her away from her true family and threw her into the Academy with a sort of 'sink or swim' attitude. It was from him that she gained her inherent temper in the first place and his lack of intervention that let it get so out of control. Deep down, she knows it's unfair of her to feel that way and that he truly had the best of intentions, but it's easier for her to push all of that blame and hate onto him instead of coping with the guilt herself. Khayla refuses to acknowledge Ares as her father at the best of times, adamantly protesting that her step-dad, Jon, is the only father figure she's ever wanted or needed in life.

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Khayla Sinclair's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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“WOOOOOOOO! LIZARDS RULE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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