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Lux Slade

Daughter of Apollo

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

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xxxL U X x S L A D E
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx l i g h t xx l u x xx \ ˈ l ə k s \ x





"No... I will not sing for you."
- Lux Slade




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n i c k n a m e s x // x slade ,xslay ,xx

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

h o m e t o w n x // xbronx, new york

g o d l y x p a r e n tx // xapollo

a g o n x r o l ex // xbrawn






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 6"

w e i g h t x // x125 lbs

h a i r x // xLux has short bleach blonde hair. More often than not, it is kept in natural, bordering on unruly waves. But even in their unkept style, it suites her personality and contrasts her soft features nicely.

e y e s x // xHer eyes seem to shift slightly depending on her mood and what she is wearing. They can be a bright brilliant blue or a pale icy grey, but always stay in the spectrum of blue to grey.

o d d i t i e s x // xBeing an orphan, Lux is covered with her fair share of scars. The most predominate is a 3in slash on her left wrist and another along her bottom lip. Other than that, she has one tattoo that she got in honor of her father, the only constant in her life.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xLux has doe eyes and plumps lips that accentuate her porcelain skin and baby doll like face. Freckles run along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose along with the tops of her shoulders. She has the appearance of the sweet girl next door but she is anything but that. She looks petite and fragile, but her small frame is entirely muscle. Although she looks like she could have been the prom queen, she contradicts that in every way beyond genetics. Lux is, without a doubt, a tomboy. She can count the number of times she's worn a dress on one hand. Her style is rugged and grungy. Almost every piece of clothing of hers is camo, a band T or ripped jeans. She doesn't wear anything that takes her longer than 5 minutes to put on. And her knowledge about makeup is the same as her knowledge about Chinese... nonexistent.






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I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


e n h a n c e d x p h y s i c a l x a b i l i t y x // x Lux's inheritance from her father was not the more well known foresight or musical ability. Instead in came in the form of her physicality. Of course, it does not to compare to those born of Ares, but it heightens her capabilities higher than that of a majority of demigods.

m u s i cx // x Not something she boosts or openly shares, but Lux has a natural talent when it comes to music. The rare time someone had heard her sing said her voice was enchanting, deep yet beautiful like an indy musician. And whenever she gets her hand on an instrument she knows how to play it without prior knowledge. But these are skills that she happily keeps secret.



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m a r k s m a n s h i p x // x This talent started with archery, which came easier to her like many children of Apollo. But, it has progressed into other projectiles like throwing knives, tomahawks and spears.

a g i l i t y x // x Lux is very quick and light footed. She can move seamlessly through obstacles and dodges. This also plays into her thought processes where she is always on her toes and capable of quick solutions.

h a n d x t o x h a n d x // x She is skilled at basic hand to hand combat, her knowledge stemming from her years in foster care and living on the streets. She doesn't know a method of martial arts, just adapted her own techniques.

e s c a p o l o g y x // x On more than a couple occasions she's been in handcuffs, locked in rooms or whatever else. She's grown a knack for escaping out of a lot of these situations.



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s w o r d m a n s h i p x // x Lux has maybe held a sword once. They're heavy and awkward in her opinion. She never had a desire to learn how to wield one because it would slow her down.

i n s o m n i a x // x It has been years since Lux has had a full night's sleep. She spends most of the night staring up at the ceiling or deep in her nightmares.

l o v e d x o n e s x // x There are very few people she holds dear. But whenever she lets someone close to her, she would do anything for that person... anything.

t r u s t x // x Lux has never been one to trust easily. It takes extra persistence to try and become close to her. This can tend to push people away from her and give her more enemies than friends.



M E T U M
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c o m p l e t e x d a r k n e s sx // x Being the daughter of a God of light, she has never been a fan of the dark. She can tolerate most darkness, but when it comes to utter pitch black darkness, she is terrified.

l o s i n g x h e r x f a t h e rx // x He has been the only constant in her life of shifting foster homes, and flakey friends. Without him, she wouldn't have anything to keep her on a straight path.

h e i g h t s x // x She'd prefer to avoid heights if possible. When she's up high enough, Lux tends to get vertigo which only adds to her fear of falling.

f a i l u r e x // x Her entire life she's been a disappointment and a failure. She joined the Agon to prove that she could do something with her life. Lux couldn't handle her father being disappointed in her.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxx sarcastic xx stubborn xx callous xx honest x



Lux has been through the ringer, to say the least. This has left a lasting effect on her as a person. One of the first things people notice about her is her quippy and snarky attitude. She is fluent in sarcasm and it is almost entirely the way she speaks. Of course, she does know how to be serious when the time calls for it. But in all other instances she reverts back to sarcasm. This also comes as a bit of a cooping mechanism. She doesn’t deal well with her troubles and loneliness, so she often uses humor as a shield. If someone is persistent enough with her to gain her trust, then those barricades will come down. But due to her overarching trust issues, she’d rather act like she doesn’t care and everything is a joke because she feels that way it’s harder for her to get hurt.

Thickheaded-ness has come to her naturally from her years in the foster system, juvenile facilities and whatever else. Lux has needed to be strong to survive the harsh world. So, on that same level she has also become very stubborn. She does not give in to others easily, if at all. It’s not necessarily that she thinks she is always right, but more along the lines to where she doesn’t trust other people’s motives. She can be stubborn about what she thinks is right, opening up to others or even when it comes to some of her selfless tendencies too. Lux can be persuaded a different direction but that takes more effort than what people are willing to put forward.

Between Lux’s sarcasm and stubbornness, she comes off very distant. This isn’t to say she is incapable of caring or anything along those lines, but she’s built up a thick shell that she no longer knows how to remove. Her guard is constantly up and she is always preparing for the worst. She tends to distance herself from the crowd, especially those who have an off-putting air about them that is on the other end of the spectrum to what she is. Like many things about her, there are depths and layers to her. There are some who know her beyond the surface level, it just depends a lot on the determination of someone to get to know her.

With all of Lux’s not so perfect qualities, one thing she is, is honest. She is not one to tell a lie or avoid the truth. In her opinion, life is too short to pretend to be anything she isn’t or to lie so that someone likes her. She doesn’t care or want anyone’s approval beside her father’s. So, she is truthful and honest. If people don’t like her blunt and raw honesty, then they can go away.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


There was a short time in Lux’s life where everything seemed to be perfect. Her mother, Vanessa, was a young struggling musician just trying to make her way in the world. She had no desire of becoming big and famous, just wanted to do what she loved for a living. She had barely been an adult when she met Apollo. He was drawn to her because of her raw musical talent, something he greatly appreciates in many humans. Their love was swift and short lived, as it’s said, Apollo’s love life is anything but easy. Quickly into their relationship together, Vanessa was pregnant with Lux.

Vanessa’s life seemed to be falling into place with the love of Apollo, her daughter and her music career finally seeming to take her places. Lux and her mother had a great bond, her father also making a point to be a major role in her life. Things were perfect in her eyes. That was until her 8th birthday. Her mother decided to “break the rules” and take Lux out exactly at midnight to get ice cream. Lux’s best memories were her mom’s spontaneous adventures. On their way home, they were singing in the car to her mother’s favorite 80s songs when a drunk driver was making his way in their direction. Vanessa tried to swerve out of the way but the driver broad sided their car, sending it over the bridge into the river.

Apollo was able to save Lux in the crash but not her mother. Lux can’t remember what happened or how she survived though, and has no idea it was her father’s doing. One minute she saw the river flooding in through the door jams and air vents, then the next thing she knew she was waking up in a hospital bed, her father in the chair beside her. Lux was distraught for days. She begged her father to the point of body convulsing tears for him to take her with him. Her sobs often times bringing tears to his own eyes. He couldn’t take her with him, no matter how much he wanted to, but promised to always be there for her.

Lux has never resented her father for not being able to take her with him. Especially as she grew older and he told of his true identity. But, that didn’t make her life any easier. Since the death of her mother she was constantly rotated from orphanage and foster home until they found her too difficult to handle. She was unruly, stubborn and constantly running away. By the age of 14 she had had her fair share of nights in juvenile facilities for breaking and entering and theft. Her crimes were never big, but more of a cry for attention. She was invisible unless she was in trouble. It was her way of cooping with everything that happened to her.

When she was 16, Lux reached her lowest point. Kicked out of every foster home and orphanage, she was left to fend for herself on the rough streets of the Bronx. Every day she sat on the corner of the street begging for whatever money she could get. The nights were worse. Men tried to put big bills in her hands in exchange for special favors down dark alleyways. She always refused. Lux was never desperate enough for that. One night, a man who had been harassing her every evening for over a week came to her, but this time wouldn’t take no for an answer. He left her there, crumbled on the ground, clothes half torn off and cheeks stained with tears. A $100 bill thrown at her for her troubles.

Distraught with body racking fear and grief, Lux couldn’t move herself from that place behind the dumpster in the alley. She had lost all desire to live, and was intent on bringing her struggles to an end. Apollo arrived just before she was able to slit her second wrist and took her to the Legacy Academy for Higher Learning. Although he never forgave himself for not being there, he always made sure to be ever present in her life. Since that night, Lux has looked forward to what life had to offer. She has looked at the Academy and the Agon as her chance to make something positive out of her life and finally turn it in a better direction.





h e x c o d e x // x #ac945a x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x mackenzie davis x // x c r e a t o r x // x mjolnir x // x c s x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Lux Slade'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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok, now you're being dramatic."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Ann Akimiya Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su
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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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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: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su 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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Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate
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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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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.

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For one long, torturous moment, Wes was afraid she’d say no. The hesitation was clear to see, every line of Lux’s body rigid as she looked at his hand, outstretched and waiting. Wes wasn’t used to this feeling, like balancing on creaking branches that could give way at any moment. It was unpredictable, and exhilarating in a way that left him feeling more flushed than the glass of whiskey he’d left behind. Wes had yet to decide if he hated it, or needed another hit. Then she took his hand, and rational thought wasn’t calling the shots anymore. Gently, he pulled her onto the dance floor, and as the opening notes of what would clearly be a slow song rang out, he moved a hand to her hip, grip possessive but painfully polite, despite his clear desire to run it lower. He didn’t have permission yet though, that clear and unambiguous yes that this dance they’d been doing around each other for a while now had left Wes aching for. However much it perturbed him to admit it.

I've gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over


The song playing in the background felt glaringly ironic, but Wes felt too hyper aware to truly enjoy it as he normally might. The floor had flooded with other couples pushing into the throng, and the lack of space seemed to draw them closer. The heat from where they touched, the scent of her shampoo, his senses were absorbed by her, muddled, taking in a thousand details at once and properly processing none. Wes’s face dipped closer to Lux, lips nearly grazing her ear. He aimed for smoothness, intent on saying something cheeky about her hat that would surely have them settle into their more comfortable playful bickering. Put them both back on even footing.

In my life, there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again


“Promise me...you’ll be careful tomorrow.” Wes didn’t mean to say it, a halting plea that confessed too much, an anxiety he’d been fighting back for days. The key to a good strategy was detachment, a willingness to sacrifice a piece on the board if it served a greater purpose toward victory. You never win the game with all your pawns still standing, and it was dangerous to try. He couldn’t detach from Lux though, and she’d stopped being a pawn in his eyes a long time ago. It was a distraction, an exploitable weakness that part of Wes hated himself for. Another part didn’t care though, embraced it with a frighteningly possessive abandon, and Wes was too much of a tactician to see any value in deluding himself about it. Lux had become a piece on his board that was both a weapon, and to be protected at all costs. Fundamentally incompatible roles that left him feeling off center.

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

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"Well, given you’ve just ruled out the first two items on my bucket list…" Percy laughed shrugging his shoulders. Last time he checked, he was a son of Hephaestus, which didn't give him much in the realm of 'wish granting' when it came to the absurd and unobtainable. But, breaking into Leland's office and covering it with booby traps or stealing someone's underwear, that was far more in his wheel house.

Percy kept bobbing and swaying to the music while keeping his attention fixed on Min, waiting for his response. He was so in the mood to cause some trouble. "I just want to do something really, really dumb. Like something stupidly ridiculous, like…" He nodded his head in agreement, loving where this was going. Gods love Min, he always had to beat around the bush before getting to the point which only made Percy grow more impatient in hearing the answer.

"Something that will make us shake our heads when we’re older and wiser. And I want to do it with my best friend."

He let out a deep breath between his lips, making a raspberry noise as Min still didn't give a plain answer. As they stood their, the music on the dance floor slowed into something most of the hormone raging demigods would love, that allowed them to press bodies and whisper sweet nothings. Percy stepped closer to Min, slipping his hands under the fur coat to rest on his partner's hips. He moved them in circles, watching and waiting to see if he'd spit it out. But eventually he couldn't wait any longer.

"Alright you, out with it." He held Min's waist a little tighter and gave him a playful shake. "You can't tempt me with something dumb and not tell me what it is."




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Lux couldn't help but wonder if it was almost planned. It seemed as he had her hand in his and lead her to the dance floor, the music shifted. It went from some loud, obnoxious music that sounded like a transformer in a blender, to a song... a real song. A... A love song? Oh, for the love of the Gods. It was enough to make many people roll their eyes at the borderline hallmark movie moment. But just the smallest part of her kind of liked it. That gross girl who wanted the storybook love story. The part of her that died years ago.

She stood there, awkward, a deer in headlights. Lux instantly regretted accepting the invitation and contemplated retreating. But then Wes's hand found her waist. His touch was so warm she felt it through her clothes. His hand didn't rest on her side, but held it, firmly, possessively. Like he had to make sure she wouldn't slip away, while also letting anyone else, who might think otherwise, that she was his. Even if they never said it to one another.

People crowded the dance floor, pushing them closer together. Or was that Wes pulling her toward him? Soon enough, Lux's chest was lightly brushing his pressed suit. Her own hands hesitated on his upper arms for a long while before she finally gave in, letting them run along his shoulders and rest at the base of his neck.

Lux never noticed Wes's scent before that day. Usually, she never allowed herself to get close enough. But swaying there with him, it's all she could smell. It was musky and intoxicating. And as if Wes knew what was going through her head, his head lowered. She swallowed a lump in her throat as check just barely brushed along hers, leaving her face hidden in the nape of his neck, consumed in his warmth and scent. Subconsciously, she found her arms tightening around him as he closed more of the distance.

"Promise me...you’ll be careful tomorrow."

How could she promise something like that? It was the Agon. They knew what happened before and what could happen to them just as easily. They could die... They both could. The knot twisted in her gut at the thought. Her own death wasn't something she couldn't face. Death didn't scare her. But his... And she was a brawn. The muscle always died first. She hated that he asked this, that he had to act on whatever this unspoken thing was now. The timing was horrible.

Hearing Wes plead for her well being was wonderful... and terrifying. He was always so composed, cold and stoic. But in that moment he let the crack in his facade grow to show a light to her she hadn't yet seen. She wanted nothing more than to explore this side of him deeper. But it complicated everything. Lux enter the Agon recklessly. She hadn't a care for her own well being and was half convinced she die in a blaze of glory. And now it all changed, he just proved that. She was no longer living for just herself, but him too.

Lux didn't know if she could make that promise blindly. So, instead, she answered the only way she could. "Only if you promise the same," she whispered.

She was tempted to keep her face hidden in his shoulder for the remainder of the evening. But somehow Lux managed to slowly withdraw her head so that she might look up at him. The bright flashing lights made a halo around Wes's head, silhouetting out his face. She leaned in closer, ever so slightly, until she could finally see up into his eyes. Her gaze said many things... Many things she'd dare not voice, nor he. How neither of them could make that promise, no matter how much they wanted to for the other. How she was scared for the first time in so long. Or that it was the first time they were close... and quite possibly their last.





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Sebastian lead the seductive blonde out onto the dance floor. She was giggly from far too many drinks and with every couple of steps her hands wondered under his jacket or into his pockets. Not that he was complaining. Every so often he give her a gentle kiss to the neck or a nibble on her earlobe. It seemed the banter and flirting made her all but putty in his hands. When they reached the middle of the large mass of slow dancing demigods, her own idea of dancing didn't quite qualify for the music that was playing.

His hands moved her her hips, not being the bashful sort. They both knew exactly what was happening that night and at this point, it was just foreplay with their clothes on. Seb let his hands wonder, even running along her supple bottom, giving it a playful squeeze. But she was not there for the slow dancing. She slowly turned around, pressing her back side up against him and began to sway. A mischievous grin graced his lips as he let her do as she pleased.

The dance floor swayed and flowed like a body of water, pushing and pulling people around the slow moving crowd. Seb paid no mind to where they moved, instead focused on the girl pressed against him. His hands wondered about her form, touching and caressing her in every way he could without getting screamed at by some of the uptight teachers. When they were temporarily out of sight of guardians wondering eyes, he sneak suggestive touches or seductive words that were foul enough to make Patrick Swayze blush.

Seb and his blonde moved with the flow of the crowd. To his surprise, it brought him right next to another pair. Two who meshed as well as oil and water. He didn't say anything at first, instead standing and watching them to see what happens next. At first it was a harmless slow dance, but then he saw their faces getting closer... Not to mention the mix of emotions and hormones that came off them like an over fragrant cheap perfume.

"If you're going to fuck her, might as well get it over with and move on." Call it a cock block, but Seb was doing Wes a favor. "I doubt she's worth anything else," he concluded, looking her up and down with a sneer.

Whatever happiness that might have been on Lux's face faded as her arms slowly fell from around him. She looked between the two men, then pushed past Seb as she left. She shoved past the slowly dancers, weaving her way through the crowd until she broke free of the dance floor. Once there weren't bodies pressed to every side of her, Lux sighed, feeling like she could finally breathe. Her gaze scanned the party but she decided she'd had enough and made her way to the exit.

"Are you satisfied now? You've slummed it... Gotten her to like you so she'll protect your ass in the Agon. Don't tell me you fell for your own lies?" Seb gave the blonde before him one final kiss on the shoulder and a slap on the bum before handing her over to Wes. "A gift... stick to what you're good at."