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Talia Grigori

Daughter of Hades || Surrounded By Shadows

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a character in “In Demigods We Trust”, originally authored by Bartholomew Finch, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"Terror made me cruel..."}
- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights




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| N A M E |
Vitalia Ramona Grigori

| N I C K N A M E |
Talia
| A G E |
16
| G E N D E R |
Female
| P A R E N T |
Hades
| B I R T H D A T E |
November 15th; Scorpio

| E T H N I C I T Y |
Russian

| S E X U A L I T Y |
Panromantic; Asexual




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{"We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us. "}
- Liam Callanan, The Cloud Atlas


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| H E I G H T |
5’7”
| W E I G H T |
122lbs
| E Y E C O L O R |
Light Blue
| H A I R C O L O R |
Blonde
| A P P E A R A N C E |
Tall and slim, not very muscular but not fat either. Shes got fair skin, long blonde hair, and blue eyes which is a family trait coming from her mothers side. Her style never varies much, and she often stays consistent with her hair and make up. No matter what she always braids her hair, always does her make up in dark shades, and always puts on dark clothing no matter how hot it is. She wears lots of leather and dark clothing. She has various piercings and tattoos, most of her tattoos resembling things that are very near and dear to her heart. Such as the pattern of buttercups (flowers) tattoo'd on her upper arm, and the various swirling names on the branches of a tree on her left hip/back region (Containing her families names.) Her zodiac (Scorpio) is tattoo'd in the form of scorpion bearing a tailed M on her collar bone, just high enough that its stinger can be seen if she wears low cut shirts. Finally she has the worlds "Still Standing" in Russian on both of her legs, the word still being placed on her left and Standing on her right.

| O D D I T I E S |
Watered down Russian Accent





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{"There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in constrast."}
- Charles Dickens







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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦ Sarcastic ✧ Controlling ✦ ✧ Adaptive ✦ Observant

Talia is your average moody teenager - only, shes got a good reason to be. Okay, not that good of a reason, but non-the-less she is moody and there's not much to stop it. While she can be pretty cheerful (or as cheerful as her perpetual sense of anger will let her) she can also be a handful and for the people who have to deal with her it can be a bit much. Shes a sarcastic little spitfire, with a way of taking words and twisting them into something else. She seems to hear what she wants to hear, and often develops a case of selective hearing when people try and talk to her about whats bothering her. She hates small-talk, but she doesn't exactly hate people who talk to her. She likes having friends, and she likes being around them, its just that the way she is, her constant mood swings are a bit of a problem. While she admits that it is a problem she has yet to do anything to really fix it. Especially since her mouth has often gotten her into more trouble than what its worth.

On another side of the spectrum Talia is rather adaptive to her situation. She learns when she needs to, does research if need be, and always tries to maintain her ability to quickly keep up with the change happening around her. Its a pretty big balancing act for someone who has spent much of her life in one place, but she manages it quite well. Shes also rather observant, more so than what she should be at such a young age. While you may think she is being quiet because she has nothing to say, it is more likely that she is listening and watching those around her. She gathers secrets like a spider catches flies - but she isn't the kind to blackmail anyone. Simply uses her powers of observation to keep tabs on those around her - you never know whose a good or bad guy.

From her father she developed a bit of his peacekeeping sensibility - shes always ready to fight with others herself but when it comes to anyone else fighting friends/family she is likely to step in and try and stop it. Unfortunately she did not develop his calm; which she could have very much needed considering her angsty teenage mood swings. However there are a few situations in which Talia is completely at peace; 1) Being around her family, and 2) being when she has full control over a situation. A lack of control often makes her feel lost, or weak, and often causes her to lash out more often then not. But when she has control, and an uninterrupted routine she can function quite well.

Some would say shes rather childish still for a 16 year old; and she would reply that she is still trying to shake off the years of damage done by her mother. Sure its a flimsy excuse now that shes away from the woman who practically ignored her every need for a parental figure, but its still a valid reason for her to act out and seek attention based on her own thoughts.






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{“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.” }
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar




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| P O W E R S |
✧Netherkinesis - Excels in communicating with spirits, but unfortunately has little control over summoning or manipulating them. Which she finds very aggravating.

✧Umbrakinesis - Her strongest and most potent ability, she finds controlling shadows extremely easy, and is at her strongest swathed in darkness.

✧Currency Manipulation - She often struggles with this power, another sore point with her. While with high concentration she can achieve this sort of manipulation, she still has to use a lot of concentration for it.

| S T R E N G T H S |At Least five. Repeat if needed.
✦Speaks Her Mind – Talia isn’t afraid to say what shes thinking, and in that respect most would consider this a weakness. She considers it her greatest strength, as it shows she isn’t a liar.
✧Learns Quickly – She has always been someone who adapts fast, and learns faster. She consumes knowledge at a rapid pace; but she doesn’t always use it.
✦Thinks Fast – In stressful or high intensity situations she is capable of finding a solution to a problem on the spot, giving her an edge up when it comes to danger.
✧Intelligent – Because she uses her mind the most she is rather intelligent, whether she uses this intelligence for her benefit or not is up to her; most of the time she does not unless she needs to.
✦Strong Willed – she is exceptionally strong willed, refusing to bend over backwards for anyone else; this makes her somewhat averse to authority though.

| W E A K N E S S E S |As many or more as Strengths. Repeat if needed.
✦Weak; Physically – She doesn’t spend much time doing exercise, she does take a gym class but she only works half as hard as anyone else.
✧Needy – She is kind of dependent emotionally on other people, she can live without them of course, but when they are in her life she likes to think that they are her world.
✦Sarcastic – Her sarcasm isn’t usually the nice, playful teasing kind, but more so the rude kind. Which usually results in bad views towards her.
✧Perpetually Angry – While she can be happy, and act cheerful, she seems to always have a perpetual air of anger that never leaves. People often think she is angry with them, even when she isn’t.
✦Stone Walls – She doesn’t like people to know what she is feeling, or thinking, so she does a lot of stone walling.




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{“You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.” }
- ― Megan Chance, The Spiritualist




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| H O B B I E S |
✦ Photography – “I like taking pictures of things, I’m not very good, but I think it’s pretty cool.”
✧ Scrap Booking – “Okay yeah, its totally lame but if I’m going to take the pictures I might as well do something cool with them.”
✦ Skating – “As you can tell most of my hobbies are weirdly hipster or lame, oh well.”

| H A B I T S |
✧Pulling Out Hair – “I know it’s a super bad habit, but I only do it when I’m stressed.”
✦Cracking Her Knuckles – “I do it so much it’s become annoying even to me…”
✧Bouncing Her Leg – “All the time, without even knowing it, I hate it but can’t stop.”

| L I K E S |
✦Winter – The dreary landscape during winter is her favorite.
✧Darkness – This goes without saying.
✦Rock Music – she isn’t fond of any other music.
✧Cats – She relates to them in a way.
✦Pool – She’s pretty good at it.

| D I S L I K E S |
✦Summer – She isn’t fond of the heat.
✧Children – Shes perfectly fine with her own siblings, but any other kid is annoying to her.
✦Small Dogs – Big ones are fine, small ones are annoying.
✧Small Spaces – she hates being trapped.
✦Prejudice – Talia can be rude, she can be mean, and she above all else can come off as snobbish, but she is in no way Prejudice against anyone.

| G O A L S |At least three. Repeat if needed.
✦ Full Control - She knows it may be unrealistic, but someday, she hopes to have control over every aspect of her godly powers.
✧ Riches - While she didn't grow up in low class poverty she did toe the line between that and middle class, where many of her clothes were thrift shop bought and passed down to the twins as the years went on. They ate a lot of simple throw together dinners, and never got to go out and enjoy family time together. She wants her life to be different.
✦Overcome Fears - While she has yet to achieve this she wants to overcome her fears and put her weaknesses behind her.

| F E A R S |At least three. Repeat if needed.
✧Fire - A rather bad experience trying to cook her own dinner as a kid led her to this fear, she can barely touch a stove anymore and gets nervous even at the smallest of flames.
✦ Gore - Okay, so yeah she likes darkness and all that crap but shes really not a fan of organs, blood, or anything else related to viscera.
✧ Claustrophobia - Small spaces are a big nope.





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{“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” }
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina




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| B I R T H P L A C E |
Saint Petersburg, Russia

| H I S T O R Y |

As a child, Talia knew no difference between her step-father and the father of hers that her mother spoke often of, and in fact for a long time there after she had believed her step-father to actually be her father. Until that is the fighting started, and the man had confessed to Talia that though he had allowed her to call him her father he had in fact never been her father at all. It was, to a 5 year old that is, a rather devastating moment in her life - and she honestly did not want to believe it. Worse was that she really didn't understand quite what that meant. So he wasn't her father...then who was? She wondered if her little brother Timur was fatherless as well, but that became known when her now ex-step-father asked for partial custody of him and not for her. Another thing that caused her to hate the man.

Again, not even a year later her mother met another man, became pregnant once more and birthed the twins that following year. At this point, 6 - nearly 7 - years old she was fully able to start asking questions. Who is he? Whats he like? Did mom actually know him? That last question got her a prompt smack to her face; her mother hadn't quite been prepared to be questioned so thoroughly by her six year old and had felt bad about it immediately. But she was still sternly refusing to tell Talia anything. Talia didn't know why until she got older and realized her mothers selfish ways.

She grew up in a household with a mother that was more like a friend or sister, always bidding for her and her siblings favor, but never really taking care of or guiding them in life. Its no surprise when she decided to quit going to school one day; and proceeded to skip school for weeks afterward. Her mother didn't even know until the schools calls finally got through to her. And she didn't seem to care. "If its what you want honey," She would say, or "Just come home when your done." Talia fell into a crowd that wasn't quite bad, but they weren't good either.

She was twelve when she got her first piercing, fourteen when she started piling on the tattoos. She didn't see anything wrong with it, and honestly she was just waiting for her mother to tell her that enough was enough - she never did. From her fourteenth birthday onward she ran the streets with a pack of unruly, and uncared for children. It was on such an outing that her powers began to manifest, she had felt it first in the shadows of a dirty alley. The shadows around her moving unnaturally, she had been afraid - and then all at once she was not. She could feel the power, running through her.

Talia went home that day, she confronted her mother and this time she didn't back down. Accusations were thrown back and forth, in Talias eyes the mother that had never truly been there was a whore, for using her habit of sleeping around to try and lie to Talia. But Talia knew how to tell when her mother was lying - she pushed, and pushed until finally - she gave a name. Hades.

Now, her first thought was not - my father is a Greek God. But after meeting him (there was no choice really her powers had begun to manifest in ways that were entirely out of her control.) She understood immediately that her life was changing. While she rejected him at first (who was he to suddenly tell her she needed to go to some random school to train, when she barely even knew him.) But somehow he managed to convince her. And she found that despite being entirely un-amused by him (at least for a while.) she had to reign in some control over the shadows that seemed to dance about wherever she went.



| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Hades| "Considering I didn't know the guy for half my life, it came as a pretty big surprise when he weaseled his way in. Sure at first he was really annoying with the you've got gods blood in you and powers yadda yadda bullcrap. But then I started warming up to him. I mean, hes eccentric as hell and more like a weird uncle, but I've grown rather fond of the antics at this point. We don't spend much time around each other, but I've still grown sort of embarrassingly attached to the idea of him."

Vera Grigori 35| "I'm close with my mom, but kinda too close. I mean, she was pretty young when she met Hades so when I came about it was pretty much like a baby raising a baby. when I got old enough we were more like friends than mother and daughter - which was not a good thing really. I love her and all, but I really could have done with some parenting."

Roza and Uliana Grigori 10| "the twins were born last, they came with step-dad number 2. I'm pretty close with them, I mean, I was more of a parent than mom was a parent but that's besides the point. We enjoyed each others company, and I made it my job to protect them no matter what.

Timur Grigori 15| "My little brother, he came a year after but he likes to pretend hes older than me. Always giving me life advice, always pretending to be an adult - well I've got news buddy, you aren't an adult. Anyway he isn't so bad if you can look past the whole I'm a grown up in a 15 year old body type thing."





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{“My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end.”}
- Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title





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| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Bartholomew Finch

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Talia Grigori's Story

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The tower stands as tall as any man made construct, it looms over the island of Aeaea, keeping a watchful eye over the island, and standing as a reminder of the Gods presence to the Demigods that take residence on it's shores, and within it's walls no mortal, human or otherwise, has stepped foot inside of it. At the top of the tower, in it's highest inner sanctum rests the Chamber of Council, a meeting place for the Gods to discuss the state of affairs, and other topics that they deem worthy of their time.

In the Chamber of Council, on the first day of the fall semester for the academy, and the day where most of it's students are returning from summer break, on this day Zeus has called forth a meeting. The inside of the chamber is a large, open clear sky with no sighs of a door, or any sighs that it is in fact a room. "I have gathered you all here today to discuss a disturbing vision Apollo has had. Apollo if you will." Zeus stated, his voice being thunderous, and commanding, as one would expect the king of the Gods to sound.

"Right, thank you for such a stellar introduction." Apollo smirked, but was responded by an annoyed groan by Zeus before he returned to the topic at hand. "Well lads, and lasses, I've recently had a vision that I feel like I should share with the group. You know, as the humans say sharing is caring." "Get to the point idiota!" Ares snarled at him, which was followed by a chuckle by Hermes. Zeus shoot a quick glare at both of them that caused them to shut right up. "Anyways, my vision is about the academy, and I believe that it will come to pass soon."

"I saw blood, a river of it. An invasion of Minotaurs, and iron birds. The sky shattering to pieces, and the tower here crumbling."
Apollo explained. "What bothers me the most is that it was.....hazy, unclear. It reminded me...." Before Apollo finished his sentence he looked over at Zeus, as if asking him permission to go forward. Zeus gave him a nod to proceed. "It reminds me of the fall of Olympus....it's....as jumbled, and foggy as it was. It was too late when I got my vision about Olympus, I fear it might be too late for Aeaea."

"Minotaurs? That's impossible! They were killed off, me and Artemis made sure of that." Ares stated as he pointed over to Artemis, who merely grunted in agreeance. "And as always Ares you entirely missed the point." Athena chimed in. "This is troublesome. This is obviously related. The question is how. How can these events be related if they are millennia apart?" Athena pondered as she rubbed her chin. "I have been saying it for decades, we need to shore up our defenses! Increase patrols, personal, better weaponry, and equipment!" Ares stated. "If it was up to you dear brother this entire island would become a military compound rather than a place of learning."

"And would that be a bad thing? What are we preparing them for if not to fight in our name?" Artemis chimed in. "War is not something that a civilized people work towards." Athena stated in her ever present cold manner. "Pfft, war is the law of nature. Survival of the fittest, the weak will be rooted out in it's embrace." Ares growled. Before another word could be said shadows suddenly appeared within the center of the room, forming into a doorway that Hades stepped out of.

"Well I hope I didn't miss anything too interesting." Hades said as he took off his red tinted sunglasses, and placed it in his overcoat's pocket. "Nice of you to finally join us brother." Poseidon said in an annoyed tone. "Well you know me little brother, always have to make an entrance." He smirked. "We were discussing a vision I had, about the destruction of the academy, and the island." Apollo stated, bringing him up to speed. "Oh, well that does sound like it may be a problem. Let me know how it turns out for you. I have my own dealings to take care of, the Underworld doesn't run itself you know."

"We must prepare ourselves. Ares, you are correct, we must shore up our defenses. You are also correct Athena, we can not turn this island into a military base, we must not tip off those that work against us that we know something." Zeus ordered as he finally spoke again after taking in everything. "Ares, Hephaestus you two will enhance our defenses, and prepare our security forces for anything that may happen. Artemis, Athena I want you two to help Apollo make sense of his visions. As for the rest of you it shall be business as usual. Keep a watchful eye out for anything that may be out of the ordinary. That is all, you are dismissed."

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"Boom! There goes your head!" "No fair, you always know where the rocket launchers spawn! Cheater!" "I'm sorry you suck so bad." This type of talk went on between a young Jensen, and his little brother Nolan as they played a video game. "So where do you want to lose at next? Beaver Creek?" Jensen then looked over at his brother. Nolan was leaning against the wall in the far back, with a large chunk of his shirt burnt off, and a large burn on his chest. Jensen, on instinct, rushed to his brother's side, who was shaking, and gasping for air.

"Nolan!" Jensen shouted as he got over to his brother. He lightly slapped Nolan on his face, and tried shaking him to wake him up. Then Nolan just completely turned into ash. Jensen stood there in shock as the remains of his brother slipped through his fingers. The surroundings then changed around Jensen, now being in a cemetery, and standing over a grave marked with Nolan's name. Jensen looked down, and at the other graves lined up in the row. The names were familiar. Amanda Cartwright, Isaac Herbert, Grayson Foster, Keo Kealoha, Kai Kealoha, and the list goes on. All people he goes to school with.

Jensen stared at the names, especially Amanda's as he began hyperventilating. Panic then began to set in as he stepped away from the graves. Jensen bumped into something, stopping him from moving backwards. He turned around to see it was Zeus towering over him. "It's only a matter of time Jensen. It's only a matter of time before you destroy everything." Zeus said as he pushed Jensen forward. "Like....You....Always....Do." Zeus said as he poked Jensen in the chest with each word. Jensen then fell back into a open grave, seemingly falling for miles.

Jensen's eyes shot open as he awoke in his bed. He ran his hand down his face, and looked over beside him to see Amanda still asleep. Jensen looked over at his clock on his nightstand, it was nearly seven o'clock now. Jensen sat up as slowly as he could, and got out of bed, trying not to wake Amanda up. He knelled down, and pulled out a suitcase underneath his bed, and opened it up, taking out a couple boxes from it. Presents he got for Amanda during his summer break. Though they were all but boyfriend and girlfriend, just not officially. Jensen likes his privacy, and so they're on the down low, though he's pretty sure most, if not all of the students at the know they are seeing each other.

Jensen looked over at Amanda, and let out a sigh. 'What am I doing?' He wondered to himself as he watched her. Jensen laid down next to Amanda, and wrapped his arm around her, and began kissing her below her ear, and down her neck. "Hey, time to get up." He said, trying to give her as pleasant a wake up call as possible. He placed his hand on her chin, and gently pushed her to face him, and then he passionately kissed her on the lips.

"Oh! I didn't have the time to tell you this last night, but I got you a little something over the break. Well a couple of little things." He said as he placed the boxes he took from his suitcase, and placed them on the bed. He opened them up, one contained a first edition Outlander novel, another had four multi color seashells, and then a smaller box that contained seashell necklace. "Didn't know if you had the book or not, I know you like those romance novels so I got it for you. And I know how much you like shells, so....uh there you go. Hope you like them, not much of a gift giver."

Jensen's phone then made a noise, signaling that he got a text message. Jensen leaned over, and grabbed his phone to read the message.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Club meeting at the usual spot. Now.}


Jensen sighed as he closed out of his messages.

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Isaac's head bobbed up and down as he listened to his music blasting loudly as he worked on a circuit board. He worked on the circuit board with a pair of goggles pushed down on his face to protect his eyes from sparks that would fly off from the circuit. He was in his secret lab where he works on his more sensitive projects. Behind him stood several tall figures each covered with a sheet.

Isaac then heard his phone going off, signaling that he got a text. He sighed as he laid his tools down, and calmly lifted his goggles up to rest on his forehead. Isaac flicked his wrist to bring up his text messages. Though to anyone seeing him, if there was anyone around to see him he'd just look like he was spazing out.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Time for a club meeting. Coming to you. The Thunderer will be along shortly.}


Isaac rolled his rolled. The Thunderer, Jensen. Ugh. How he ever got stuck with working with that idiot was beyond him. Though he did have his uses. He was useful as a power source when he needed a lot of energy, and he couldn't very well plug into any old outlet. And Jensen was also rather strong, almost abnormally strong for a Demigod of Zeus. But still, being the only person that he could really work with was rather bothersome.

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There isn't much to say in terms of how Talias break went. She went home, saw her mom and sisters for a short while, and then returned to the island where she settled in with the crowd that lived there in the town area of the island. She had stayed relatively busy, practicing what she knew and what she didn't know. Trying to feel more at home on the island, but she hadn't felt home anywhere for years. She had at one point seen Hades - in a passing glimpse of course as he went on his way to the forbidden tower, she did not know if her presence was noted, or if allowing the shadows to mask her kept her hidden. These things were still new to her, really, but she knew the more practice she got the better. Either way she did not pursue her interest in the tower, as she had already learned her lesson the hard way the punishment that came from even acting interested in checking out the inside.

Instead she had returned to the town, and mingled with the crowds there. She had set up an okay rapport with some of the people there, often finding herself wasting her days in the cafes or shops. Most, if not all of her current dorm decorations had come from the shops, and she just couldn't live without coffee on a daily basis. It was easier on the island, no matter if it felt like home or not. Because at least on Aeaea she had people who could understand her, and teachers who were willing to be more of an authority role than anyone else in her life ever wanted to be.

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Everyone who had left for break had started to filter back in, a slow trickle of students at first until more and more began to arrive. The ones like her, who hadn't left for the duration of the break were finally joined by their fellows. Talia had settled back into her dorm happily, cleaning up her room and placing new trinkets bought from the shops on the shelves lining her walls. She had to make it feel more like home somehow. With that finished she had time to kill, and she didn't feel like spending it cooped up in her room.

Heading into the town sounded the best, she had been frequenting there a lot lately and she figured it would be a bit more lively at least with the students all coming back in. she could head towards a Cafe, grab a cup of joe, and possibly walk around until she felt comfortable again with the addition of all the people around her. Out in the hallways she could hear some students, younger ones probably if anything could be told by their rapid speaking and excited yelling. She had been like that at one point, perhaps not quite so loud, but she had been excited to be amongst people alike her.

Passing by a particularly large group, she feels a sharp jab in her side. A shoulder colliding with her on purpose...no, she frowns, looking back at the nameless face as the group continues walking past not on purpose at all. No use getting upset over nothing. She pushes onwards, away from the dorms.



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Cas was entirely sure that if Reagans mom knew they had kissed before, that would be the end of their platonic relationship. She would probably marry the two of them herself. That was a funny image enough to get him laughing again. "Expect anything less?" she says when he mentions the presents. Nope, he really doesn’t expect anything less.

Reagan had teased him on the way to the dorm, something he thought about before when he flopped onto the bed. "What? Tired of you?" She said it so sarcastically that he winced, uttering a non-serious ‘ouch’ under his breath. She could be real prickly sometimes, but he knew she wasn’t being serious at that moment. He doesn’t say anything else, just watches her as she leans over to grab her bag. “We probably should see these 'gifts' mom spoke of." He couldn’t agree more, and he knew his eagerness was probably showing. After a moment of watching her dig she came up with the presents, the 2 separate gifts wrapped up in a string. "It looks like cookies, socks, another hoodie andddd... another beanie for you good sir." Score! He catches the bundle gladly.

Quickly unwrapping the gifts, making a small mess of Reagans bed. He quickly pulls off the faded black beanie that he had been wearing before, and replaces it with the new one. Before tearing into the cookies. He really should save them, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying at least one. “Man, she always gives us the best gifts.” He carefully packs the socks away into his bag, vowing to later throw out all his old holey and torn up ones. He always went through socks faster at an alarming pace.

"And cookies, socks, another bikini and... uh oh." Reagan holds up the newest Call of Duty. "Looks like a tournament is in store my young padawan." Cas nods, completely excited for the marathon they’ll probably be having later. He chews on the last bite of his cookie, savoring the flavor. Moving to sit up on the bed so that he doesn’t choke himself and look like an idiot for it. Which was something that happened on a daily basis anyways. He watches Ray reach under the bed again, the confusion must be obvious on his face. "I got you a couple things too." He opens his mouth to protest, "Shush... I made them." She holds up her hands, shushing him. He closes his mouth with a small stricken frown.

He takes the first present she holds out towards him, examining the leather band necklace with growing surprise. The charm was a guitar pick, imprinted with a lip shape on it. He quirks a small smile. "You know... So you never forget how we became friends." She makes a kissy face at him, and that alone is enough to return him to a happy mood. “Like I could forget, it's not everyday a stranger kisses you to save you from trouble.” he smiles, then whispers “Thank you Ray.” But it looks like she isn’t done because she them pulls out a larger present. A collage of pictures featuring them together. He scans the images, nostalgia overwhelming him a bit.

"This was that time I finally got you in the pool with me. And that was the first time I brought you home on break with me. Oh yeah and this was when my mom unofficially made you her son... Photo credit for most of these goes to mom." He remembers all of those moments with the sort of clarity that most don’t have. He touches the edges of the photos when she passes the collage to him, he opens his mouth to speak but is robbed of words. Emotions running high, but Cas isn’t someone who cries easy. For the first time in a long time he wonders what he would do without Reagan there by his side.

He turns to look at her, to thank her for this amazing gift when he notices that she is no longer smiling so brightly. "What are we going to do when we graduate?" The words hit him like a bucket of ice, freezing his blood. What were they going to do? What was he going to do. He hadn’t thought that far, or, he hadn’t ever wanted to think that far ahead. The Academy had been what brought them together in the first place, it was where they spent their days near constantly with each other. Cas was at a loss without her, they were inseparable. But that was because they could be around each other 24/7, the shared school made sure of that. "... Would you come live with mom and I?... Because you know if you disappeared I wouldn't be the only one who missed you. And you know mom would let you come live with us permanently.” He had placed some thought into it before.

But Cas, being who he is had never thought that it would be possible. He didn’t want to burden them, even though he knew he wasn’t a burden. His own anxiety wouldn’t let him think otherwise. He realizes he’s freaking out a little bit when his hands start shaking, so he takes a few measured breaths before speaking. Getting worked up won’t help anything. “I…” He flails for words, chewing at the inside of his lip for a moment. “I think that would be great.” He answers at last, lamely, choosing not the voice his fears in the end.

“We can always work out the details later,” He says. “But I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t.” He smiles again, trying to alleviate the tension in the room. “You’re my best friend Ray, and the first person who made me feel like I could do better so whatever it takes.”

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"Do you really have to go?" Jasmine looks up the doorway of her childhood bedroom, catching sight of a brown stain on the ceiling before trailing her eyes downward to stop on Anya. Her little sister dressed to the nines in an outfit that was once Jasmines before she began to dress in her unusual fashion. Anya approaches her bedside quickly, forcefully pushing Jazz to the side in order to lay down next to her. "I'm going to miss you." Her little sister mumbles around a clenched frown.

"I know," Jazz replies, "I'd take you guys with me if I could." Anya groans. Jazz rolls off the bed and turns towards her hanging mirror. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes. "So why can't you?" Anya gripes, sitting up now, blatantly pouting with her arms crossed. Jazz would tease her about acting like a kid if she thought it wouldn't upset her so much.
"Dad wants you to finish school, you know that, besides this is my last year An." Jazz half turns, still checking over her appearance in the mirror. Its going to take a damn long time to get to Aeaea if she continues to dally but she honestly could care less about schedules. "Dad sucks," her sister complains. She doesn't press the issue, thank god. Jazz removes herself from in front of the mirror and goes to pack up the rest of her belongings. Mostly spare outfits and a few DVDs bought over the summer to watch with friends later. As well as hiding away a few new weapons for her antique collection.

After eating breakfast with the family, she packs away into the car with her sister. John had work that morning, so he couldn't wave her off at the airport. Her sister at least didn't have school until later that day. By the time they pull into a free parking space Jazz is well and truly beginning to miss home already. "Be good An, stay in school." She whispers in her sisters ear as they hug. Anya pulls away, visibly rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you better text me!"

"You bet your ass I will," Jazz replies.

The flight is too long, and too boring. Jazz passes her time by manifesting tiny handheld weapons, making sure that nobody sees her while doing so. Practicing helps her concentrate, and that keeps her from going completely stir crazy. The rest of the trip passes without incident, ending with her at the island, standing in the middle of her dorm with two suitcases full to the brim with crap to stuff her room with. She works quickly to unpack. She shoots her sister a quick text once shes gone to let her know she arrived.

Incoming Message From: An

"GOOD! Dad says to stay safe, no trouble, and no more calls from teachers about fighting."

Jazz smiles to herself, shooting her sister a delightfully snarky reply. Boredom has already set in, the island isn't fun unless friends are around. She sheds a few layers of clothes before going out. The hot sun shining against her shoulders will no doubt tan the pallid skin in no time. She heads into the town, wandering aimlessly until she catches sight of a familiar face. Vitalia Grigori, not exactly a friend but Jazz has slowly been working on that.

"Vitalia! Hey!" Jazz enters the Café excitedly, waving a small hello to the Barista. Another 'friend' of hers, "The usual please Shara," She says in passing and goes to sit with the younger blonde girl. Uninvited, but clearly not bothering to be bashful about their encounter. "I hope you don't mind," Jazz says, motioning broadly to the table, "So how was your summer?"




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“Good morning Vietnam!”

Poor Jo had been sleeping so soundly. And rightfully so, considering the events of last night. She only had one beer at the bonfire, but she had gotten drunk on something else. Something blonde, electric, and very, very… tiring. Her limbs screamed in resistance as she struggled to lift her head from the soft, warm bed. They screamed so much so that Jo listened and let herself flop back down, clinging to the source of warmth that was lying sprawled in the bed by her. Perhaps what she heard was just a part of her dream…

“Wake up, princess!”

That one was what woke Jo up fully. She jerked to attention, immediately grabbed the blankets and pulling them up to cover her bare body. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the amount of light in the room, so she had to blink rapidly. But once Jo was able to see who was in the room with her, she groaned inwardly. She could practically sense the amount of shit she was going to get for this later.

"Why, Miss Lysandra... Fornicating with a student? What would Artemis think?"

Jo huffed and sat up, making sure to keep the sheet over herself. “Like I give a shit about what Arte thinks. If anything, Zeus would have a problem with me sleeping with his favorite daughter.” She grabbed her pillow, staring rather sternly at Dimitri. “Other than the gods, the only person who’d have a problem with this would be the headmistress, but we’re going to keep this on the down low, right?” Without even waiting for the boy’s response, Jo leapt forward in a very cat like manner. She shoved the pillow over Dimitri’s face and knocked him backwards, stunning him for long enough for her to be able to put on most of her clothes. Her shirt and shorts were on, but her undergarments remained strewn across the floor. She had plenty more at home.

“Hey, what time is… fuck.” Once Jo caught sight of the clock, noticing the time, her eyes went wide. “Shit shit shit… I gotta report to the headmistress in less than an hour. Going over daily plans and junk. So that means I gotta fly.” Jo hopped over Alex’s bed to the window, practically throwing it open. She turned back and flashed her million dollar smile. “See you in class, Alex. Or perhaps after it.” And with a wink, Jo’s human body was suddenly replaced with that of a Peregrine Falcon. And with a screech, she was off like a bullet, flying through Alex’s window. The redhead thanked the gods that this particular falcon was so, ahem, god-damn fast.

Before even twenty minutes went by, Jo had entered her house, showered, and got dressed. She soared to the headmistress’ office, along with the rest of the staff. They were given a run down on the plan for the day, and Jo was given her schedule. She had a bit of time before first bell would ring. So, she sauntered out of the building and to the little town square. Jo blasted music into her headphones, but the second she entered the cafe, she flipped the headphones around, turning them into speakers.

Jo sang loudly to both parts of the song, not minding the stares she was getting. The redhead, quite literally, danced over to the counter. The barista, a… friend, if you could call another one of her casual-sex-buddies simply a friend, asked what she wanted. “Ta- Do what I want, do what I want with your booody! Jo did a quick spin, her hips shaking and her head being tossed from side to side. “The usual please, sweetcheeks.” Jo stepped aside to wait for her coffee, but another person stepped forward to order. With a beaming smile, she grabbed the random woman and began dancing with her. She seemed confused at first, but Jo’s charm won over. Yeah we takin’ these haters and we roughin’ them up- She let the woman go to order her coffee, only to stop midstep and throw her head back, bellowing out the line, And we laying the club like we don’t give a fuuuuuck! The barista slid her coffee over, Jo took a sip and winked at the barista, who promptly blushed. It was like she was in her own little music video.

Jo was about to dance out of the store when she spotted a couple of familiar faces. “Hey, Jazz! And Talia! How’s it hanging?” She plopped down next to the two, taking a big swig of the coffee.

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The motion of her father's routine days always saddened her. And even when she tried to give him encouragement to go out and put himself on the market again, Aphrodite seemed set on countering Cassandra's efforts and unallowing Bill to move on. So she arrived at the academy days earlier to purely escape that environment and settle in with ease. Those few days without her roomie often seemed dull but she got by. Cassandra always did.

Tucked in her bed and sound asleep she was awoken by heavy, otherwise to suggest tired footing and little whines and complaints of a pair. Her sleepy mind took a while to process that it meant visitors but above all, the return of Gabby. Excitement and energy swarmed over mind and she threw her covers off and jogged cautiously to Gab's room in the dark careful not to wake the other visitor. But once she reached Gabriella's room, all the self-conscious of how quiet she had to be was gone and she pounced on the lump she could make out on the bed. "Rah!" She giggled. "Hello gorgeous!" Cassie started to bounce on the mattress with all fours and lay a firm kiss on Gab's head with a dramatic, "mwah!" sound. Then giggled. "How rude of you to sneak in and not even say hello to me. After all we've been through." Cassandra tucked her own stray hairs away and molded her shape beside Gabby. "Did you have a good break at least?" She smiled warmly. Cassandra was particularly playful and affectionate with her room mate after the long break, it wasn't always this bad.

When Cassie spotted the time though, she wasn't sorry she had jumped all over Gabrielle, but more sorry she was losing her own beauty sleep. "Oh goodness I need a few more hours." She said, genuinely startled and scrambled over her dear friend and retreated back to her own bed.
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When Cassie woke she showered and got dressed, tip-toeing out of the dorm whispering, "Morning Raven" to the girl she could now identify on the couch with the help of the morning sun, though the girl looked out cold.

Cassandra made her way quite briskly to a source of coffee while other morning birds started their day working out. But she wasn't the only one at the cafe. She exchanged quite a warm smile with the others and stepped out with her plastic cup catching Duke quite flustered. Cassandra invited himself in his company, walking quite hurriedly to keep in step with his long strides. The grace of Aphrodite letting her pull it off with a natural bloom and without spillage of her drink "What's eating you, Rocky?"

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Reagans sudden movement shook him from whatever fog had descended over him, and he felt her shift to wrap her arms around him. Resting her cheek on his shoulder, a feeling that was not entirely unfamiliar washes over him. Something he can’t exactly place, but he understands that it feels safe and warm all the same. “Nothing or no one will tear us apart!” He misses the weight of her when she pulls back to look him in the eyes. And that determination in her words, without a single ounce of dishonesty is enough for him to realize that his fears are just that – fears that won’t ever come true because no matter what he’s found family with Reagan. "You hear me Cassidy Daly? You're stuck with me if you like it or not!" Cas almost laughs, almost pulling a face at the use of his full name. Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad coming from her lips. “I don’t think I could ever hate being stuck with you,” He whispers, completely honest.

"Well good because mom's already kinda preparing the house for you to live there." She looks up at Cas, and he does pull a face them. He never would have expected any different, panic mode had only momentarily blinded him from the reality of his life. "She's pulling out all the stops..." He rolls his eyes alongside her, knowing full well that all the stops have probably been demolished already or are soon to be demolished. "Ok well she bought a second dresser for my bedroom for your stuff and is getting a heavy duty washer and drier that can handle your funk." She sticks her tongue out at him playfully, and he is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as all of his earlier panic subsides. This is real, Reagan is real, and Cas can’t keep putting himself in this strange sort of mindset where he feels like the other shoe is going to drop – it’s been enough years that he should realize by now that this friendship isn’t going to end, ever.

“Like you’re any better,” He snipes back, “Its either chlorine or sea salt with you.” What follows is nothing short of an uncomfortable silence where Reagan stares at him for a ridiculous amount of time. He shifts a little, wondering if his teasing hurt her feelings or something but after a while she makes a funny face and turns away to go braid her hair. He admires her skill, while letting the silence fall comfortably over them. There’s something wrong, he can feel it in the way that she can usually tell when he’s feeling off. But assumes its run off from the earlier tension in the room.

"So what did you want to do today?" She glances over her shoulder at him, raising a brow. "Let's just... Do something that gets us out of the dorms." His agreeance is whole hearted, if anything the rapid switch of emotions that just happened is going to give him whiplash, escape is exactly what they need to do. He waits for her to get changed before answering.

“Lets hit the town, there’s got to be something interesting to do.” He doesn’t outright mention making any trouble, but knowing the two of them it’ll follow with time. “Or we could just go down to the beach, get our sun-tan on, I know how much you like seeing me without a shirt on.” He flexes and smiles goofily. He asks, standing and heading for the mirror to make sure he’s looking halfway decent. When finished with that activity he turns to face her, barely masking the concern that’s decided to invade him, “Are you alright? You seem a little off.” He decides against getting too serious, not wanting to ruin the new good vibes in the room. “Not that you aren’t always a little off,” He snarks, lightly tapping her head as he passes by.




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Talia had been dutifully ignoring the masses entering the Café up until the point she could no longer do so. "Vitalia! Hey!" Jasmine Saule – an unusual girl, not exactly someone Talia would approach on her own given a choice. But Jazz isn’t exactly one to give choice, she made sure of that the second Talia tried to tell her off last year for digging too deep into Talia’s personal life; not to mention she acts like calling Talia anything other than Vitalia is some sort of personal offense.

But Talia would also be lying if she said she hadn’t grown a sort of grudging fondness for the overly exuberant Ares girl. If anything they had more in common with their shared delusions of being more than small balls of fiery anger. "I hope you don't mind," Jazz says, motioning broadly to the table, not at all, Talia thinks to herself glumly, as if she was given a choice "So how was your summer?" Jazz continues, undeterred by Talia’s absolute lack of response.

She opens her mouth to start in on a spiel about visiting her mother and sisters for a short while but before she can get a single syllable out another person has decided to join them. “Hey, Jazz! And Talia! How’s it hanging?” Miss Lysandra, another familiar but not altogether known face to Talia. At least she has the decency to not call her Vitalia, something that instantly warms Talia to her. Among other things, being that Jo has never done anything to cause Talia to dislike her; meaning on the short list of acquaintance/friends, Jo makes the cut. Even if she’s sort of intimidated by the fact that she’s almost the equivalent of a teacher. In fact, it’s beginning to dawn on her that she’s the youngest person at this table. This must be what her sisters feel like when they tag along with her over break to visit her own friends.

“It’s been…hanging I guess.” Talia makes a pained face, as if casually joking is physically harming her. Of all the moody, broody, teenagers here, Talia is certain she is in the top 3 of the list.

“Summer was boring, visited family then came back and wandered around a lot.” She shrugs, almost uncomfortable to indulge even this much, “All in all it wasn’t horrible, how about you guys?” She asks, hopefully deflecting Jazz’s attention to the more deserving redhead at the table. If anything is sure to make Talia uncomfortable its having the floor. Plus, if she’s going to make the effort this year to make sure-friends she’s got to learn about them.

She downs the rest of her drink in one show of spectacular idiocy, feeling a bit wired from the rush of caffeine that results and definitely feeling the burn as it slides down her throat. But against her better judgement orders another cup just to spite her own anxious feelings. No one ever accused her of being smart, or sociable, or really anything at all.

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