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Maya Torres

Mr. Shepard, just hear me out on this one. Why can't we just...have class outside all the time? Books can be outside right, they'll be fine.

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

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"Mr. Shepard, just hear me out on this one. Why can't we just...have class outside all the time? Books can be outside right, they'll be fine."
- Maya Torres




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n i c k n a m e s x // x ”sunshine girl”

a g e x // x19

g e n d e r x // xcis-female

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

l o y a l t i e s x // xloyalist

r e l a t i o n s h i p x // x Maya is extremely close with her father Apollo (or Andy as he often insists on being called), not just because of their similar warm and open personalities, but also because of Maya's strained relationship with her mother. Apollo is everything her mother is not, supportive of her dreams, spontaneous, and willing to listen.
Maya is in virtual constant contact with her father via text, and generally sees him at least once a week.


r e p u t a t i o n x // x Everyone knows Maya's a bit of a partygirl, and if someone's in the know about that scene at Legacy, Maya's the one to ask. She has the sunny personality that makes her friends with pretty much everybody, leaving her few enemies, but not a lot of truly close friends either. Maya also has a reputation for being something of a beach hippie, reliable only in that you can find her near the water.
a m b i t i o n s x // x In her heart of hearts, Maya wants to be an artist, traveling along the coast gypsy style without attachments; free to paint and go where she pleases. It's a dream that has never sat well with her more practical minded mother, who would much rather she went to school for nursing in order to lead a very normal, very human lifestyle. While Maya isn't looking to lead any armies into battle, or fight off monsters, she is unwilling to suppress her heritage either, or deny who she truly is. But even her minimalist version of freedom takes money, and you can't make a living as an artist without some connections, making the Agon a viable option. It was her recent prophetic dreams however, that has led Maya to enter in earnest. There's a pit in her stomach, a feeling that she needs to be there.






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5’3

w e i g h t x // x120 lbs

o d d i t i e s x // xMaya has an extremely expressive face. There is no hiding what she's feeling, and it's always there for someone to read if they care to look.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xMaya has something of an eclectic style, indulging in everything from band tees, to the most girlish of dresses. She favors a comfortable, breezy, and beachy look, wearing whites and blues more often than not. Her hair is usually kept in loose curls that dangle past her shoulders, and is carefully styled to look more effortless than they really are. Maya tends to have a warm disposition, and she moves with a self-assurance that is infectious to others. While she does not have the natural swagger, or amorous appeal of the children of Aphrodite, there is a presence about her that attracts others.






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P O W E R S

e n h a n c e d x // x Maya has the enhanced reflexes and endurance that most demigods enjoy to some extend. They aren’t superhuman, like someone of her siblings, but they are peak human.

p r e m o n i t i o n s x // x Whether she hates them or not, Maya is a surprisingly powerful oracle, catching clear glimpses of the future that warn of danger when she cares to dissect them. This rare gift makes her a powerful, if unreliable, addition to the team.

a r c h e r y x // x While Maya is not as practiced with a bow as some of her siblings, Maya is still a solid shot in a pinch, and it is her combative weapon of choice.



S T R E N G T H S

m e d i cx // x Maya is in Legacy's gateway to nursing track, leaving her with a higher level of knowledge regarding the human body, emergency medicines, and first-aid/CPR.y

p e o p l e x // x Maya has always been a people person, and her genial, sunny disposition means she usually has little difficulty mingling with her peers, and getting along with people, and they often feel open to talking to her about all kinds of things.

a r t x // x Maya has an artist's eye and touch. She's a skilled hand with a guitar, and has a fascination with color that gives her a large, if specialized knowledge base. She is also very creative, and while this is often confined to a canvas, or occasional event planning, that energy could be applied elsewhere if properly directed.



W E A K N E S S E S

m i g r a i n e s x // x Maya's oracle premonitions have the potential to be very useful, but physically they are draining, and leave her with skull splitting migraines that can be pretty debilitating.

c o m b a t x // x Maya’s value to her team is not in her ability to fight. While not entirely helpless by any means, she’s no brawn, and in close quarters with a true threat, Maya is likely to be more liability than asset.

i n d e c i s i v e x // x Maya can be very stubborn once a decision is made, or a course of action is set, but she has a lot of difficulty getting to that point. Sometimes being privy to the future, and the fickle inconclusive nature of many of her visions, makes her hyper away of the consequences of small choices. Because of this, she often second guesses, and waffles when it comes to big decisions.



F E A R S

f u t u r e x // x Ironic for someone with the sight, she's aware. Being stuck in a lifestyle she hates, because it is practical however, is a fate for herself she greatly fears.

s n a k e s x // x "Nope, nooooo, no, no, no, no, NO!" Those suckers really freak her out.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Maya has always been known as something of a free spirit, and extremely strong willed. When she has a mind to do something, very little can dissuade her from that path, for better or worse. This proclivity to follow her instincts and her heart can sometimes border on selfishness, at least according to her family, but having the conviction to go after the things she wants from life is not something Maya views as a detriment. She also is notoriously curious, which can often get her into trouble when she straying into other people’s concerns. Maya is however confident by nature, and usually approaches people and challenges with an air of ease that some envy. In a demigod prone to showboating, that might have been insufferable, but with Maya’s more laid back demeanor and noncompetitive tendencies, people often find that appealing.

At school, Maya is rather friendly, and has never given over to the clique mentality that often permeates Legacy Academy, rather bouncing around many different groups. Maya is comfortable in her own skin, and often indulges in quiet alone time to both think and paint. Like the sun however, she tends to attract people, and she is rarely alone for long. Her sense of humor is sly, if somewhat corny, but Maya has a reputation for loving to laugh. Regardless of this outgoing nature, there is an underlying flightiness and lack of substance to many of her relationships; romantic or otherwise. Very few people see past the sunny mask into the pit of insecurity that lays beneath.

While Maya loves her family, she often feels out of place with them, like a warped puzzle piece that no longer fits properly. As she’s gotten older, this feeling has only gotten worse, especially coupled with Maya increasing estrangement from her mother. People often like Maya on a surface level, or the idea of her, but she’s often found that they don’t stick around long past that point. This is especially true with regards to her visions, as some of her first friends at the academy befriended her specifically for that reason. While a younger Maya learned the hard way that people who are only kind to you because of what you can do for them are not true friends, it left her with a wariness for anyone who took too strong an interest in her capabilities.






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H I S T O R Y


Angela Torres met Apollo quite unexpectedly as a young woman while on duty at St. Agatha’s Teaching Hospital. She knew him then only as “Dr. Andrew Harper”, a highly respected medical consultant who specialized in experimental medical treatments for terminal patients. The first time they bumped into each other, Angie was not impressed. Dr. Harper had a reputation as a charmer, but she had too much ambition and self-respect to play the “nookie-nurse” with any of the doctors on call, especially not with one who was only visiting for the year. Despite her low key hostility, Apollo found Angie’s no-nonsense demeanor quite endearing, and reluctantly the two developed a warm working relationship. As the pair spent more time together, that bond blossomed into something more, and before long Angie realized she was pregnant. Marriage wasn’t exactly in the cards for Apollo, but he tried to make assurances to Angie that he would be there for her and their child. When Apollo revealed his true identity however, she was distraught. Wanting nothing more to do with him, Angela did her best to cut “Andrew Harper” out of her life; including transferring to a different hospital. She did not see the god again until she was in labor with Maya; there were complications. It was Apollo who stepped in to intervene on their behalf, saving both Angela and their daughter. While the romantic spark never recovered between the two, that day solidified an understanding that has allowed Apollo to be a part of his daughter’s life.

Unlike many demigods, Maya grew up basking in the warm attentions of her godly parent, visiting him virtually every weekend of her very normal childhood. She doesn’t really recall when she learned about her father’s godhood, but considering the box full of drawing from kindergarten featuring her father pulling a chariot with the sun hitched on back across the sky, it was early. Soon after, her mother married Darren, giving her a permanent father figure in her life, Maya’s bond with Apollo remained strong. Darren was a nice man, but he wasn’t her father, and as the Torres family expanded, Maya began to feel increasingly out of place. Because of that, and her premature knowledge, Maya began her instruction at Legacy Academy fairly early in the 4th grade. It may have only been a coincidence that her half-brother Mateo was born the same year.

Growing up, Maya was always a daydreamer, and never practical enough for her mother’s liking. While Maya loves her mother, the pair have never truly understood one another, Maya being so laid back and artistic, while her mother has always been driven and ambitious. For years, Angela has been pushing Maya toward a career in medicine, and while Maya has taken those classes at Legacy to appease her mother, she has no intention of pursuing that path. This tension has only grown worse as Maya’s gotten older, and pushed her even farther toward the more supportive arms of Apollo. The only thing the pair does agree on, is their apprehension of Maya’s visions. As she’s grown older, the visions have become longer, more detailed, and exceptionally more painful. Maya has no desire to be an oracle, or tied down to any powerful demigod organization looking to exploit her “gifts”. Besides one of her visions killing her, one of Maya’s greatest fears is being put in a position where she can’t say no. Currently, her plan after the Agon and finishing Legacy is to travel the country, painting as she goes, and possibly entering into a college program for Digital Design. A lot of that rides on the Agon though, and her ability the win the funds for this vision of freedom.





#21b794 x // x #21b794 x // x f a c e c l a i m // x Sarah Jeffery x // x c r e a t o r x // x Kohananinja x // x [color=21b794]c s [/color]x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Maya Torres's Story

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie chipped before the horror of what she’d led this conversation with really hit, soldiering on with no real cognizant control over what began spilling out of her mouth at this point. “I just mean, coral tones really work for you is all. Not that you don’t know that right?! You’re you! Everything looks good on you. Just the roses were a nice touch, very chic, and you know me, always appreciate a nod to the flower power!” Lottie laughed nervously.

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


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

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

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

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Percy hadn't been at the bar long. Definitely not long enough for Min to get a word in before a slender someone slid between him and the counter. He looked her up and down as her prominent cleavage was pressed against his bare chest. Cadence was always so subtle. "You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

Asher stunk of tobacco and weed. His hands on her waist pulled her in closer as he looked down at her with a piercingly intense gaze. "If you had bumped into anyone else, who knows what could have happened? You know, with all the nasty personalities in the Academy. They're all like snakes hidden in blades of tall grass, so you might want to watch your step." She wanted to reply, to ask what that made him. But before any words left her mouth, Asher had gone his own separate way.

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

She went to take a drink from her water and froze when Cadence placed both of her hands on her thighs. Lux looked down at the girl's hands as a manicured talon hooked itself in her fishnets. "The table isn't a place for a lady with this body. You should be out there enjoyin' yourself. Just a thought. Because if you don't, someone else will enjoy it for you," she leaned in and whispered in her ear, which made Lux shift in her seat uncomfortably.

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

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

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

“Did she try something?”

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

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

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As Reagan handed him a drink, Ali glanced into the glass, briefly considering what the concoction could be. Sure, he would probably have a bit more fun after a few drinks, but he was also partly convinced that Reagan just didn’t like it. He brought the plastic cup to his lips and took a big swig. The trick, as far as Ali was concerned, was swallowing before you really got the chance to taste it. That applied to more than just alcohol.

“There you guys are,” Ali didn’t fully turn when he heard Maya’s voice, instead he just turned his head in her general direction, hardly catching a full glance at Maya before she added, "You look so cute!" And wrapped him and Reagan both in a hug. This party couldn’t be too bad; he had two of his best friends here with him, and if he knew Maya and Reagan, they weren’t going to let him be miserable. As Maya let go, Ali turned to properly face her.

He tried not to laugh, but the outfit really caught him off guard. He covered his mouth with the side of his hand. Unfortunately, Reagan had to go and say, “Nice coconuts," And he couldn’t stop the short- but loud- burst of laughter that bubbled past his lips.

“Sorry,” He said to Maya, through a smile, “You look great.” Reagan was complimenting him next, and she kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” Reagan’s whole look reminded him a bit of the highlighter he used in history class, but he decided against making the comparison.

“Ali,” He turned his head after hearing his name, and Maya got his whole attention for a moment, “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.” He raised an eyebrow; that didn’t sound half bad. Generally, he trusted that Maya would know if he’d like something.

Then Reagan said, "I'm just glad he came!" He felt the light pressure on his arm as she spoke, knowing that she meant it. He rolled his eyes, though it was more of a playful gesture than done out of annoyance. He’d said he would be there, so he came. Reagan knew what she was doing, though. "We can go dance or ogle all the cute boys... Or both."

Immediately, a certain guy popped into Ali’s head, and for a short moment he found himself halfway looking through the crowd to spot him. Really, though, it wasn’t a good idea. He probably had someone else to entertain himself with by now, and Ali didn’t need a reminder that he wasn’t special.

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye.” He didn’t much like playing the wingman, but there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for those two. He held out a hand to Maya, a silent offer to lead her in a spin. They needed him to not be a downer, so he was going to have fun. Or at least act like he was having fun.

Besides, he didn’t mind dancing, and dancing with good friends was a lot of fun. He finished up the drink in his hand and offered an arm to both of the ladies. Wouldn’t want to lose them already.

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Maya Torres // Child of Apollo// Special // Location: Legacy Academy
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“Thanks!” Maya chirped, not the least bit perturbed by Ali’s laugh. She had very nice coconuts thanks, and she was happy to show them off a bit. She took Ali’s offered hand easily, giggling as he spun her for a quick twirl that left her grass over skirt whooshing about.


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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Maya Torres 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: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore Character Portrait: Elliot Mills
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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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sebastian rhodes
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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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reagan devereux
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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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lux slade
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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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ALI HUGHES
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i worried a lot. will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall i correct it?

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"I only have eyes for you."

Typically, Ali might have said something about how disappointing that was going to be for Reagan in a few years, but the spirit of the party had him in a lighter mood. “I’ll save a dance for you, then.” He said, as if he were expecting to be swarmed with gentlemen vying for his attention. But he noted how Reagan seemed flustered at his insistence that he tell her if she spotted anyone she liked, and a part of him knew he was going to pry into that later.

Getting through the crowd to find a suitable spot on the dance floor was less than ideal, but eventually the three of them found a little space to claim. Ali enjoyed himself, right down to the disco music and the cheesy dance moves. Really, if there was the potential that he was going to die tomorrow, he was glad to be spending this time with his two best friends. Reagan and Maya were always there for him- despite how annoying he was sure he could be- so really, he wasn’t sure there was anyone else he’d rather be dancing with. But, as often happens with demigods, the happy moment had to come to an end.

“Ali-!”

Hearing his name like that left Ali feeling, well, panicked. As he reached out to catch Maya, he felt instant relief that Reagan was there. It wasn’t that Maya was heavy, but he wasn’t sure he could have maneuvered himself to catch her properly on his own. She was dead weight though, and soon enough they had her kneeling on the ground. Ali stood to try and direct traffic to go around the girls instead of tripping over them. When Maya finally came to (why does every moment last an eternity in high stress situations?) gasping for air, Ali rushed to make sure Reagan did need any help steading her.

Ali nodded when Reagan asked him to grab some water for Maya. He could do that. So with little more than, “Yeah. I’ll find you.” He turned to go back through the party-goers in search of a bottle of water or… something. He wanted to grab the water and get to his friends. He knew that Maya would be fine, but it was still vaguely worrying, and if some water would potentially help then dammit he was going to get her some water.

It seemed that everyone who wanted water had already grabbed all the bottles up, because there didn’t seem to be a bottle left in the place… At least, according to the first few people he asked.

“I’ve got 7-Up.” Announced the person behind the bar.

Not water but, “Yeah, that’ll do.”

A few seconds more and Ali was making his way through the crowd again, plastic cup of lemon-lime soda in hand. When he finally hit the fresh air, he had to admit it was kind of refreshing. He hadn’t realized how claustrophobic the party really was until he’d stepped out of it. It only took a moment to find Maya and Reagan once he was outside, and he quickly made his way to the bench they were seated on. “Here,” He said, offering the cup to Maya, “I couldn’t find any water.” He gave an apologetic smile along with the soda, failing to mention that he hadn’t looked that hard.


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