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Greer Savage

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

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a character in “Land of Gods and Monsters”, originally authored by bombinate, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Greer Savage There are no shortcuts
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            Name: . . . Greer Marnie Savage. ..
            Nicknames: . . . Marnie..[family or close friends only]
            Age: . . . Eighteen, 11th April
            Gender: . . . Female
            Sexuality: . . . Bisexual

            Godly Parent: . . . Hera
            Hometown: . . . Toronto, Canada
            Ethnicity: . . . Swedish-Canadian

            Dialogue colour: . . . #a07d84
            Playlist: . . . tbd

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        Eye colour: . . . Brown. . . . .. . . . . . Hair colour: . . . Dark blonde
        Height: . . . 173cm; 5'8" . . . . . . . . . . Weight: . . . 59kg; 130lb

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        Tall and slim, Greer's body is lean muscle and willowy limbs. Waves of dark blonde hair fall down her back, usually left loose or pulled into a simple knot. Her eyes are a dark brown, intense if met in a stare, warmer when she's laughing. Full lips and striking cheekbones are accentuated by the occasional use of makeup, usually simple additions such as mascara or blush, a touch of lipstick. Her clothes similarly accentuate her body, fashionable items fitted to her form, comfortable while also complementing her pale skin. Heels are usually reserved for formal occasions, the same with excessive jewellery. Though, a small golden necklace is worn all the time, a present from her mortal grandmother. The girl has a few scars, testament to her adventurous childhood. The most noticeable is the mark on her shin from falling out of a tree, the same accident leaving her with a smaller scar just below her hairline on her forehead. Greer has no tattoos yet, and though she's previously had her ears pierced, she usually wears either plain golden studs or nothing at all.



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    Reputation: . . .Greer is fairly well known throughout Legacy, whether in a good or bad way depends on the company. She's a fun girl to be around, if sometimes a touch intense. She's always present at parties, thrives around people, though can come off a touch antagonistic when that jealous side appears.
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    Physical Prowess: . . . Though not as exceptional as the children of Zeus or Ares, Hera's children are nonetheless talented in physical fields. Greer is no different. She's a good fighter, hones her strengths to push herself further, is quick on her feet, and has exceptional reflexes. Ambition spurns her forward, while intelligence allows her to make fast decisions to help her in battle.

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        Ambition and intelligence are a good combination, and luckily for Greer, she's been gifted with both. A quick thinker and dedicated worker, she rarely finds herself falling behind in school work. Concepts are learned easily, and any that take a bit longer to understand are studied with patience and determination. That ambitious side of Greer constantly pushes her to succeed. She likes achieving her best and pushing the limits of what she's capable of, be it in her academic grades or her physical activities. She possesses a definite competitive streak too, and rarely turns down wagers, regardless of what's at stake.

        While her book smarts are undoubtable, the girl possesses a decent amount of social intelligence too. Extroverted and hardly shy about approaching others, Greer has made several friends with an open smile and willingness to talk. She likes being surrounded by friends, laughs freely at any joke that catches her attention, and is always up for a party should one arise. She'll happily flirt with anyone who catches her eye; an amorous smile and playful arch of her brow as she gently teases them. Of course, jealousy appears on occasion, frequently if she finds herself watching the guy or girl she likes flirting with someone else.

        Similarly, like her mother, Greer can hold a grudge. Far beyond the usual cold shoulder or apathetic roll of the eyes, Greer's grudges turn spiteful and last a long time. Her distaste for whoever has wronged her becomes a palpable aura that will quickly turn caustic if not remedied. Heated glares are usually aimed at the culprit, followed by biting insults. Greer is smart about her taunts though, whispers them so teachers can't hear or saves them for out of class. She does not forgive easily, her memory rarely wavering too, and even when forgiveness is granted, she'll always remember how someone wronged her.

        Luckily, Greer's grudges are only reserved for those who have deeply hurt herself or her close friends. Patience and a generally easy nature sees her forgive most small insults. She's easy to get along with otherwise, a vibrant member of Legacy with a love of dry humour and junk food. Her determination can frequently turn to stubbornness in some instances. The girl likes leading from the front, and finds it hard to keep her mouth shut when forced to follow someone else's leadership, especially if the individual leading her is less equipped for the job than she is.


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    Athletic: . . . Fit, coordinated, and a lover of exercise, Greer is a decent hand at most sports, and as an extension, unarmed or armed combat. If she had to pick a favourite sport, it would be soccer. A favourite weapon would be duel batons.
    Intelligent: . . . Determination and natural quick wit helps Greer at her studies. In particular she excels in the sciences, even if mathematics sometimes takes a bit longer to figure out.
    Ambitious: . . . As has been mentioned before, ambition is an inherent part of Greer's personality. She is constantly setting goals and working to meet them, pushing herself forward.
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    Her grudges: . . .She holds onto them for too long at times. Forgiveness is a virtue and at times Greer could stand to be a bit more forgiving.
    Archery: . . . Though naturally athletic, Greer has never shown much talent for the bow and arrow. Despite offers of training from visiting Amazons, she's steered clear of the weapon in favour of close combat methods instead.
    Dogs: . . . Greer is allergic to dogs. Big or small, they'll make her eyes go puffy and see her breaking out into coughing fits. It's a shame really, since small dogs are so cute. Big dogs she can take or leave.

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      Peacocks, lilies, lions, panthers, and most other symbols of her mother. Soccer, football is one of her favourite sports. Running, casual runs help clear Greer's head. Wagers, competition, nothing like the thrill of a race, especially if there's something on the line. Old romance movies, they're classics! The Amazons, they were rolemodels for Greer growing up. Strong woman, they earn her respect that much more easily. They're also what's inspired her love of feminism.
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      Dishonesty, Greer doesn't like being lied to. The cold, you'll always find Greer wrapped up excessively in winter. Mansplaining, does anyone actually like it? Losing, Greers a good loser, accepts defeat with a nod of congratulations to the victor, but that doesn't mean that she likes losing. Maths, it's probably the subject that she takes the longest to understand. Big dogs, no thanks. She'd much rather be around big cats.
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      Twirls the ends of her hair, typically while studying. Can't go past a cat without stopping to pet it, will usually crouch down and coo at it if alone too. Pinches the bridge of her nose, usually when exasperated with someone.

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        Greer has never been left lacking when it comes to her mother. Hera appears on birthdays, offers advice and gifts when needed, and has been a solid presence in Greer's life. When Hera hasn't been around, Greer has instead been able to turn to the Amazons for advice.

      History

        Hera met Jacob Savage quite by chance at a local market, where something about the American-born Swede caught her attention. Their love affair was brief, the only reminder the daughter left in Jacob's care some months later. Jacob, a rising architect in Toronto, wasn't quite ready to raise a child alone. Luckily for him, his mother was more than willing to help. Greer was raised by both father and grandmother, learned early on from her grandma that women could be strong and successful. Greer still remembers one of her early birthdays, where Hera sat regally like the true queen she was and smiled approvingly as she overheard Greer's grandmother passing on words of empowerment.

        Nothing dramatic occurred during Greer's early years. With an aunt and cousins living in Sweden, she made a few trips to her father's native land, learned a bit of the language. Though, never enough to be considered fluent. It was during one trip to Sweden that she met an Amazon for the first time. The warrior woman gave Greer a gift from her mother, and left with a smile. Such events weren't unheard of, and Greer was always ready with a million questions to ask when the Amazons appeared. They were decidedly easier to get answers out of than her mother.

        Greer was twelve when her grandmother passed away, a loss that hit her hard. Hera appeared not long after, offering a small ounce of comfort and advice to continue on and make her grandmother proud. Hera told Greer about Legacy, and a month later Greer found herself at the academy. Now a senior, she's entering the Agon determined to win, for herself, her mother, and her grandmother.


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Face claim: . . . Bridget Satterlee
Coding inspo: . . . Achelois

So begins...

Greer Savage's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Greer Savage
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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 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 kind of 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. A decade wasn’t a comparatively long period of time, 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. Ten 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’d engaged in a few drunken mistakes 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
whatever it was they were doing here, was beyond his logic, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from it either; betrayal or not.

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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 jewels 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 over dressed 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 dancefloor
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 Greer (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 in with the accompanying LED sting 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
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“Ah come ooooon! Ye don’t wanta overheat do ya? Ye’ll feel looooads better witha clunky thing off; dress for 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.

“Take a hike ginger, they’re not interested.” Abby muscled her way 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! That’s my stash there! Ye’ve got to be showin a bit more skin ‘n that te be gettin anything for free!” The leprechaun had the audacity to laugh, 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 ponce was upright by the bar, and a flash of red later he was a good ten 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 he didn’t have to do that.” 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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Character Portrait: Joaquin Wolf Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Greer Savage Character Portrait: Ellis Buckley
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GREER SAVAGE
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Daughter of Hera - Brains - Outfit - #a07d84

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"Look, I'm just gonna put it out there... I'm-..." A hiccup tore through the drunk's frame, his slurred words stuttering on his tongue as the interruption caused his attention to temporarily drift, hazy eyes focusing on some spot behind Greer's shoulder before returning to her breasts. Only after a pointed cough did the demigod raise his gaze to the blonde's face, sloppy smile grinning wider as he swayed closer. "We're, like, a good pair. Compati-... compatible I mean."

"Mmhmm." Greer hummed in agreement, humouring her peer as he sloshed back another sip of his alcohol. She bit back a grin and leaned in, her own half-empty drink clutched in her hand. "You know, I find that all the guys I'm truly compatible with have a really spontaneous side."

"Oh yeah! That's me. Mr Spontaneity." The son of Zeus slurred his words so much that Greer almost missed them, but she'd been around enough drunks before to translate slurring into relatively sober-talk. Or, as near sober as she could be after a drink and a half of whatever was on tap.

Raising her brows questioningly, Greer faked scepticism, "I'm not sure..."

"No, Greer, trust me, I'm-..." -hiccup- "...-super in the moment. Watch me."

Greer fought and lost a battle to restrain her laugh, the sound erupting from her lips as the demigod proceeded to prove his spontaneity by wiggling his arms around in what some might consider a dance. He looked more like a bloated, dying jellyfish.

"Well... " Greer cleared her throat, leaning in closer as her plot reached climax, "That's not much proof, but you could... She paused for effect.

"I could what?"

"No, nothing, it's stupid. You wouldn't do it."

"I would!"

"Are you sure?"

"Try me babe."

With a faux-casual shrug, Greer relented. "How about you streak? Liven the party up a bit?"

The son of Zeus was out of his clothes in no time, stumbling slightly as he cheered into the deafening party music, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the plastic cup over his head. Greer, keeping her gaze on his face, laughed loudly as he threw off his last item of clothing before proceeding to start his lap through the party. His naked state caused more than a few concerned students to jump out of his way, and Greer thought Ellis Buckley might pass-out with disgust when the naked demigod almost fell straight into him.

Shaking her head, the daughter of Hera left her friend's clothes piled where they fell, sure that some son of Hermes with enough initiative would know what to do with the clothing. Instead, Greer headed towards one of the bars, needing to refill her emptying cup. She didn't plan on getting drunk tonight, not when she needed her head working for the Agon, but a little liquid warmth never hurt. She was just in time to see Abby Jarvis providing her own sort of entertainment for the party, which took the form of her beating him a particularly irritating redhead.

"You sure know how to liven up a party." Greer grinned as she came up beside the daughter of Ares. She nodded a greeting at the other girls, not really knowing Lottie or her friends all that well. "Do you think if I asked nicely you'd knock-out some other idiots too?"

She was teasing of course, but as she went to add in a comment stating as much Greer heard a shout of the music that belonged to the son of Zeus she'd just convinced to streak, "My clothes! Where are my clothes?!"




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Ellis was here, alone. He didn't know what was worse, that he was actually here at the party, or that he was alone. Being here, at the party meant that he was suddenly surrounded by numerous people he disliked and deliberately tried to avoid during school. Being here alone meant that he had no one to handle conversation when he himself didn't want to. Of course, being alone meant that he was able to slink back into the shadows whenever he wanted, unobserved by the majority of the drinking and dancing neon-clad revellers.

The quiet son of Hades planned on doing just that - the slinking into the shadows, not joining the neon revellers - but just as his eyes were searching for an appropriately dark corner to hide in, a rather loud, inebriated and naked son of Zeus hollered something into the air, almost tripped on his own feet, and half fell into the much smaller, and much more sober Ellis.

"SORRY KID!" The streaker apologised, slurring in Ellis' ear as he used Ellis to steady himself. As soon as he had his feet, the nude demigod let out another loud shout of energy - almost deafening Ellis in the process - and proceeded to run off again. Ellis stood stock still for a while, his face red, his body itching with the need to clean himself now.

Suppressing a shudder and avoiding the eyes of anyone who had seen the incident, Ellis quickly made an escape for the nearest corner, breathing a sigh of relief as he wrapped the silky shadows around his shoulders. Of course, given all the neon lights washing over the party, it was hard to maintain the shadows, which only made Ellis frown more as his eyes scanned the party for the girl who had forced him into coming in the first place.

"I swear, if Aya isn't here soon I'm leaving." Ellis muttered to himself, stepping back and out of the way of a pair of inebriated twin daughters of Poseidon.

He went stumbling back again as the dancing crowd pushed towards him, and quickly Ellis decided that his position wasn't safe. He edged his way around the crowd until finding himself at a collection of seats. Joaquin Wolf sat at one, looking like he was enjoying the party as much as Ellis was.

"Do you mind?" He asked, nodding to the seat beside Joaquin, speaking louder than normal so that he be heard over the thudding music. Digging his hands into his pockets, he waited for a sign before sitting, gaze flicking around the party as he bit his lip, wondering if he was now expected to talk to the other demigod or if it would be fine to just sit in silence. Ellis wasn't the best at small talk, preferring silences, but he also hated parties and yet here he was.

"So, ah... how are you?" Well, that was eloquent.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson
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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 has 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 something else
 "What is with the long faces?" And just like that, the moment shattered. Lee scowled, cheeks flaming, as the perpetually oblivious son of Ares invited himself to join. Hale was a decent enough sort, but his timing fucking sucked. Lee continued to silently fume as Apollo simply laughed along, shifting much more effortlessly out of the heavier mood of their private exchange far more easily.

“Well, looks like bottoms up.” Apollo agreed as he pointed out a student in neon paint running round the field. If the amount of bending over and hunching was any indication, his state of dress wasn’t entirely willing. “Do you drink twice if they’ve been duped?” He asked with an arched brow. If Lee didn’t know better, it might even have looked innocent.

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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 attentions 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. 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.

“Ah, and with charm like that, how would I ever say no?” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk listed 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 the imagined all the wicked things they might do to each other, and 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 fucking heart framed nipples.

Calden Archer was naked from the waist up, more than happy to let his six pack speak for itself. His chest was mostly bare, with the exception of the pink glow paint hearts someone had drawn around his well-defined man-nips. His white swag cap was on backwards, glowing against the black light in a fashion that was hard to miss. Ordinarily, the cocky son of Zeus deciding to dress like a 90’s fuck-boy wasn’t Wesley’s concern
but he had just swaggered up to Lux with drinks in hand and a twisted half smile that any man with an ounce of testosterone could read the intent from. Something in Wes snapped.

“Slaaade!” Calden cheered as he swaggered up to Lux, tilted grin plastered across his face. “You went all fucking out girl! Nice aliens
are they down for some probing?” Cal knew Lux fairly well considering they were in the same class and combative groups, but it was the first time he’s ever seen her dress to impress with the assets, and it was a look he could dig.

“They’re occupied.” Wesley Tate practically growled from behind Lux out of nowhere. It was the kind of stealth Cal would normally find disturbing, not that he would admit to it, but was perfectly content to blame the alcohol on that one.

“I think it’s up to them whether or not to make first contact rich boy.” Cal smirked back, unperturbed as he took another swig from his beer in hand. Whatever Cal had expected Wes to respond with that stare and small delayed smile wasn’t it. He might have to watch his back tomorrow


***


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. The pineapple passion fruit 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.

"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed." Her beautiful friend Amelie came up from behind, and Maya gave her an appreciative once over as she asked for a drink recommendation.

“That
depends on how wild a night you’re in for.” Maya replied with a wink. “We’ve got Corona with lime stocked as lighter fare, but if you’re feeling more adventurous
” Maya grabbed one of the boozy tropical fruit smoothies she’d been enjoying herself, and handed it over to Amelie.

The timing of the hand off couldn’t have been better, because in a flash the open space between them was filled with Ace, dimples and all. Maya couldn’t help the smile that erupted across her face at Ace’s sly remark, and she wiggle her eye brows a bit as she inspected his own outfit for the evening. Far from the wildest outfit she’d seen this evening, but it screamed Ace, and she liked it on him.

“Nice paint.” Maya threw back with a wink. “Is it still wet?” She asked innocently enough, but an impish look twinkled in her eyes.

***


“Right
” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, and then nearly jumped when she turned back to see one of the school’s more notorious children of Hera suddenly next to Abby. Lottie had nothing against Greer of course, but there was something about the sight of those two powder kegs together that set her nerves on edge.

“Like you need my help with that.” Abby smirked at her friend’s offer. They both knew Greer was perfectly capable of kicking any necessary asses on her own. Present company excluded, Abby had yet to see Greer in a fight she couldn’t handle, and her skirmishes made for damn good entertainment as well. “I might need help with this though.” Abby held up the bottle of whiskey, looking a little too pleased. “If you care to join.”

“Oh hey, Marisole!” Lottie called out suddenly, interrupting Abby’s thought, and drawing her eyes about ten feet off where her excited teammate (and her friends who were also apparently children of Demeter) had run off to greet her sister. Marisole Nadeau had earned something of a reputation at Legacy as a breaker of stereotypes. While it was true that some children of Demeter displayed more passive natures, many resented that trope, and the assumption of weakness that went with it. Especially for some of the younger Demeter students at Legacy, Marisole had become a role model, so Lottie’s excitement didn’t surprise Abby. Seeing her with Ryan Grayson was a different story.

Before she really had time to think about it, Abby had followed Lottie and her friends over to the makeshift group, Greer presumably behind her. “Are you excited about tomorrow? I mean, I’m kind of nervous, but a good nervous you know? Well, unless you don’t get nervous
’cause well I mean, why would you?” Lottie babbled like an excited puppy, laughing off her obvious nerves.

“Not that I don’t feel safe or anything!” Lottie’s eyes suddenly shot toward Abby almost in apology, before continuing to put her foot in her mouth. “Our team’s great! Wes is scary smart, Abby and Lux kick butt, and Seb is so
” She flushed, clearing her suddenly dry throat like she’d disclosed too much, before her eyes landed on the untouched cup in Ryan’s seemingly outstretched hand.

“Oh thanks!” Lottie accepted the drink, grateful for the distraction from her own babbling as she proceeded to gulp down its contents. Abby snorted, unable to hide her smile as she watched Ryan’s drink being jacked, and waited for his inevitable look of indignation.

“Not your night?” Abby drawled in what for her passed as a conversational tone. Ryan was Lux’s friend, so they’d spent enough time around each other to pick up on the other’s mannerisms. Things had a habit of both going terribly wrong, yet strangely alright for Ryan, which if nothing else, was entertaining to watch from afar. And maybe she enjoyed poking his buttons a little