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In Demigods We Trust

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Jessamine Belrosse [8] "I'm here because I want to leave the past behind, but I don't know if I can outrun it."
Reagan Davenport [8] "I am the ocean..."
Cassidy Daly [8] Son of Artemis | Hunting for Happiness
Dominika Orlov [7] "Show me how to fight, I'll show you how to win."
Miles Greyson [7] "... This place is the closest thing I've ever had to a home."
Kai Kealoha [6] "Have fun, live life, savor it, because it changes so much, you'll never get that second chance."
Keo Kealoha [6] "Remember to smile, even if it isn't real, people around you might feel better, and then you'll feel better."
Talia Grigori [6] Daughter of Hades || Surrounded By Shadows
Josette Lysandra [5] "Please, call me Jo. Miss Lysandra sounds... gross. Eck."

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Dimitri's expression changed to a more blank one. In general his family almost never cursed, so it was unusual to the son of Poseidon. However, Dimitri had done his share of studying his Greek deities over the past few months. If he had to take a guess as to who her dad was, it was either a mortal who had their priorities all screwed up or it was... "Zeus?" Dimitri asked, though he realized after why making that guess wasn't a great idea. Dimitri wasn't in particular afraid of Zeus because he wasn't very much on the god's radar at all. But, if this girl wasn't a child of Zeus, then he might have picked his words poorly.

"Not that I'm one to judge..." Dimitri tried to make some brightness in his estimate of her father, though at this point, he didn't feel very good about it. "Sorry, that ain't somethin' that usually happens. Just tryin' to make a good guess from what I've learned." The demigod shrugged slightly, deciding to take the honest path, which was something much more his nature. One of Dimitri's greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses was his lack of ability to comprehend social anxiety or awkwardness. Neither situation had ever appeared in from of him, so he had grown up unaware of their existence.

He was still trying to gather how he felt about the first impression with this girl. She wasn't the most fond of him thus far, but Dimitri had considered that that could just be her usual personality. He hadn't ever heard an accent like hers, and he enjoyed accents foreign to his own a good deal. "I guess it ain't my business." Dimitri agreed. He offered his hand to her to shake, something he was taught to do when meeting a new person. "My name is Dimitri Midnight. I've been told to tell people that the surname is real."

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Reagan laughed shaking her head and burying her face in her palm as she watched him quickly make a mess of her bed just to remove his tattered beanie, replacing it with his new one. “Man, she always gives us the best gifts.” She wasn't going to deny it, her mom definitely knew what they liked... It's a mom thing.

Cas went to put up an argument when she told him about the gifts she made him, but she didn't care. He was her best friend and she wanted him to know how special he is to her. Reagan was able to make him smile once again when she made the kissy face towards him after giving him the necklace. “Like I could forget, it's not everyday a stranger kisses you to save you from trouble.” He then smiled and whispered, “Thank you Ray.” She grinned happily. It's true, and definitely a story they'll remember for a very long time.

Reagan could tell the pictures were making him a little emotional. Not to the point of crying, because it'd have to be something serious to make Cas cry. He didn't say anything which worried her a little, maybe he didn't like it? And as her thoughts went to a darker place and she spoke them out loud to him she saw his entire demeanor change. She didn't mean to upset him but she didn't want to be without him in her life anyways. Everyone here comes from different corners of the world and she couldn't bare to be away from him for more than a week.

Glancing down, Reagan saw Cas' hands begin to shake. Before he could say anything she quickly shifted onto her knees upon her bed, wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his shoulder. "Nothing or no one will tear us apart!" She shifted her weight back on her heels so that she could look into his eyes, "You hear me Cassidy Daly? Reagan knew he hated his full name but she said it show how serious she was while cupping his face in his hands. "You're stuck with me if you like it or not!"

“I… I think that would be great.” Cas finally said, referring to Reagan's comment about him coming to live permanently with her and her mom. “We can always work out the details later, But I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t." She lets out a soft sigh, moving to sit beside him and rest her head upon his shoulder. "Well good because mom's already kinda preparing the house for you to live there." She looked up at him slightly, "She's pulling out all the stops..." Then she rolled her eyes, laughing slightly. "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 stuck her tongue out playfully.

“You’re my best friend Ray, and the first person who made me feel like I could do better so whatever it takes.” Reagan smiled towards him before allowing her gaze to drift elsewhere. Something about what he said had an unsettling affect on her stomach. But what was it? She sat there thinking about it for a long moment until she began to realize. 'You're my best friend Ray.' Why did it bother her when he called her his best friend? That's what they were after all, they had been for years now. When the true realization hit her she sat up right, clearing her throat slightly. Oh my god... I like Cas. She left her gaze drift over towards him looking at him like it was the first time she's seen him.

When Reagan realized she was staring, she made a funny face towards him before hopping to her feet. She then walked over to the mirror and began to braid her hair. "So what did you want to do today?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, raising a brow. "Let's just... Do something that gets us out of the dorms." When she finished braiding her hair, she made her way to her dresser. She pulled out a few pieces of clothing and walked to the bathroom to change. If she wasn't wearing a bathing suit she would have just changed there but not if she had to get completely naked. After a moment or two Reagan walked back out wearing skinny jeans, a crop top T-shirt and a flannel.




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"Something bothering you then?" Miles ran a hand back through his unruly curls before looking over at Jess. "You could say that..." He looked down at his hands, "I just hate being stuck here all the time." That was all he was really going to say on the matter. He can't remember if she knew or not about the deal he made with Hermes to stay at school instead of going to jail. He knew if he broke the promise then he'd probably be arrested almost instantly. So instead he took his arrangement like a dry pill.

"It was the normal stuff you know. Training. Working out. Struggling to communicate with my mother, hardly hearing from dad, avoiding things, running. A lot of running actually," Jess said in reply to him inquiring about her summer. 'Sounds like our summers were similar... Other than the whole mom and dad, avoiding things." He laughed, "Just the working out, training and running." Miles smiled towards her.

"Miles!" He heard his name called, causing him to look in the direction of the call. Miles smiled and waved when he saw his other sister Giselle approaching. He then did a slight double take as he watched the more uncomfortable interchanges between Giselle and Jessamine, causing him to look down at his hands. "By the way, I literally ran into this guy this morning when I was running. Tall, handsome, didn't talk much, strong, and it was early too. Let me know if you know him, I gotta run grab my textbook for Biology, I left it in my room," Jess said before standing up and walking away. "A name would help you know!" He called after her.

Miles then moved to his feet, taking another drink from his water before turning to look towards Giselle. "Hey!... So did you have a good summer?" He gave his sister a quick hug, "Sorry I probably stink, I've been working out." He motioned towards the work out equipment.

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Jensen smiled at Amanda, glad that she liked her gifts. Of course he figured that she'd love them. He knew her pretty well after all. "Glad you like your gifts, they reminded me of you." He said with a charming grin. He looked at the presents that she got him, and smiled. "Oh so the shirt's for you? A few sizes too big don't you think? Well, I like it, so you're just gonna have to go topless I guess. Not that anybody would complain Beautiful." He teased as he put on the shirt she got him.

"Sure, I'm but your humble servant milady." He smirked as she turned around for him to put her necklace on. Once he put the necklace on her he gently kissed the back of her neck. "Have I mentioned lately how sexy you are?" He asked with a sly grin. Jensen's phone then rung with another text message. Jensen sighed, and rolled his eyes as he leaned over to check it.
{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Get to the clubhouse NOW}


"I gotta run babe." He sighed as he gave her a quick peak on the cheek. Jensen then proceeded to change out his pajama bottoms for a pair of blue jeans. Then opened the door to his bedroom to enter the apartment-like dorm that he shared with Grayson Foster. And as soon as he opened the door Gray happened to show up to drop a few things off in his room, and grab something. Jensen tried to play it cool, but he was slightly embarrassed to be caught with Amanda like that. He likes his privacy. It's something that he likes about Gray, he isn't that nosy, which works perfectly well for him.

"Um....bye?" He said as Gray left as abruptly as he came in. He turned to Amanda with a confused look. "Alright, I gotta go. Got stuff to do, talk to you later." He then gave Amanda a kiss goodbye, and was out the door. As he left a serious face came upon his face as he pulled out his phone to reply to his texts.
{To: Thomas Elliot}
{On my way. Got a little tied up. Nothing to worry about.}


Jensen quickly made his way to the meeting point, a area on the island that most don't know about. Jensen approached a stone wall, and placed his hand on a slightly out of place rock on the wall. A bright blue line swept across his palm that was soon followed by a chunk of rock coming down from the wall to reveal a hallway. As Jensen entered the hallway the doorway behind him closed up.

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Isaac sat there at his work station, tapping on the table. "Honey I'm home!" Jensen announced as he entered the room. "I can't contain my enthusiasm." Isaac sarcastically replied. "Where's the Bossman at? From his texts I would have thought this was a matter of life and death." Jensen asked as he looked at the large figures with the sheets covering them.

"Don't touch those dumbass! You'd just break 'em!" Isaac snapped at him. "Well if I could break them then they wouldn't be worth anything now would they?" Jensen smirked back. Isaac rolled his eyes in response. "So what took you so long? Was you with that whore you call a girlfriend?" Jensen clinched his fists, and yanked Isaac out of his chair, holding him up in the air by the collar of his shirt. "You call her that again, and I'll kill you!" He growled at him.

"That's quite enough Dickheads!" A loud, commanding, and Australian voice yelled at them. It came from Andrew Jones, the head of security, and powers/combat trainer at the school. "Lucky he showed up." Jensen stated as he dropped Isaac on the ground. "Alright Boss, what's all the hubbub?" Jensen asked as he folded his arms, and leaned against the wall.

"We need to touch base with one another. Isaac, how are things coming along here?" Andrew asked. "Well it's coming along. I worked through the summer, but I've only managed to get twelve, going on thirteen fully operational." Isaac stated as he gestured at the giant figures with the sheets covering them. "That's it?!" Jensen asked in a mocking tone. "I'm sorry, but building twelve badass machines that are capable of subduing ten different flavors of demigods is rather difficult!"

"Enough! These machines are capable of subduing the demigods correct?" Andrew asked, bringing them back on topic. "Yes, I hope you appreciate the genius in them as well. It was difficult to make a metal shell that is both strong enough to go against a Ares demigod, AND being resistant to the lightning attacks of a Zeus. And let us not forget the fact that I had to prevent them from being controlled by my siblings. It was ingenious of me-" "Carefully Bossman, might get ego jizz all over you." Jensen interrupted him. Isaac merely glared at him in response.

"Jensen, how was your summer vacation? Are the other cells prepared?" Andrew asked, once again bringing them back on topic. "Athens, Rome, and Thessaloniki are geared up. About twenty strong, and able demigods in each, but more are coming in. I gave the schematics that you wanted me to give them. They're getting more equipment in. Helicopters, boats, just about everything. They're be ready when we make our move. Of course all that won't matter if the damn shield is still up." Jensen answered.

"Don't worry about that. The shield shall be down by the end of the month. Just be sure to be prepared for when it comes." Andrew stated. "Right, but the demigods here....they aren't gonna be hurt right?" Jensen hesitantly asked. "Going soft Thunderer?" Isaac smirked. Andrew glared at Isaac. "Fine, no. Our 'peers' shouldn't be harmed, I built my machines to subdue them, not kill them. They should be able to disable most of them before our forces come in." Isaac stated.

Andrew then pulled down the sheet off of one of the machines, revealing a large, nearly ten foot tall mechanical Minotaur. "You better go boys. It's a school day after all, wouldn't want to be missed."

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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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“Like you’re any better,” Cas said, causing Reagan to turn her head towards him curiously. “Its either chlorine or sea salt with you.” She laughed as she put on all her jewelry before making her way back over to the bed. "Well obviously if you had a problem with it you wouldn't spend more nights in my bed than your own." Reagan put on her shoes and began lacing them up but froze a few moments in. Her brows furrowing and lips pursing. "I... didn't mean it like that." She chuckled awkwardly before continuing to tie her shoes.

Once she was finished getting ready, Cas answered her question, obviously agreeing about wanting to get out. “Lets hit the town, there’s got to be something interesting to do... 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 then flexed his muscles while smiling towards her. Reagan follows him over to the mirror as he checks his appearance. She stepped onto her tip toes behind him, fixing his hair before making a silly face at him over his shoulder into the mirror.

"True. But I can see you without a shirt on whenever I want." Reagan grasps the hem of his shirt to reveal his bare skin under the shirt. She then playfully slapped his abdomen. "But we don't need you scarring the coeds with your pasty white ass." With that she released the edge of his shirt and turning away slightly before she blushed. Reagan didn't know what was up with herself. She's seen Cas half naked more times than she could count without a single issue. And now she could barely do it without blushing or becoming sheepish. God dammit. She thought to herself, rubbing her face to try and slap some sense into herself.

“Are you alright? You seem a little off.” Reagan pivoted around to look over at him, attempting her best smile but it just came off as a weak lackluster tug of her lips. She knew she couldn't hide anything from Cas no matter how hard she tried. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said under her breath. “Not that you aren’t always a little off,” Cas added sarcastically as he passed her while patting her head, which caused her to chuckle. "Oh you love it."

Before they headed out, Reagan sifted through her purse, smiling when she saw her haul of money she got from life guarding. She returned to Cas, hooking her arm with his as she lead him out of her room. "What do you say to me popping that tattoo cherry of yours?" Reagan rose her brows suggestively before shimming her shoulders playfully. "My treat... I'll even get one too and let you choose what and where." She then held up her index finger to add, "But I'm not getting a penis in the center of my forehead."

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