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Brynja Serrure

"If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won."

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a character in “Living Gods II”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"The things one most tries to hide are often the things most easily seen"




The Basics


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| Name |

Brynja Eira Serrure
|| Br-in-ya || Ear-a || Ser-roor ||

| Nickname |

"I don't do nicknames"

| Age |

Twenty-One

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Occupation |

Part-time Student
Bartender

| Pantheon |

Norse



Getting To Know You

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| Likes |

Brynja prefers coffee over tea, but she'll occasional partake in some hot Earl Grey on a cold day. She enjoys the chilled weather of late autumn and will often sit outside by the frozen lake in the depths of winter. She doesn't enjoy pop culture music in comparison to grunge rock, instrumental, and depressing indie ballads. Despite her grungy, monochromatic style of dress, her favorite color just so happens to be indigo.


| Dislikes |

She despises loud noises and loud people. Because of her epilepsy, she doesn't take too kindly to flashing lights. Diet soda makes her flinch away in revulsion. Too much sunlight will make her grouchy, even more so during an oppressively hot day. Bright neon colors disgust her and she doesn't like the look of polka dots or animal print. Brynja also feels that the ignorance of her peers is nearly devastating. She also doesn't like the fact that the planet is overpopulated. "There are far too many people on this earth. We need a new plague"


| Hobbies |

When she isn't busy with her school work or working at the local pub, Brynja will people watch. She doesn't do much else, other than play her violin, because freetime for her is few and far between.


| Habits |

Smiles for Brynja are very rare. She watches the world around her with a cold, calculating stare. When she's nervous, which is rare, she'll either run her fingers through her hair or worry into her bottom lip. She doesn't talk much, but when she does it's often with a cryptic vernacular.


| Fears |

Aichmophobia: The fear of needles or pointed objects. "Having spent most of my childhood in the hospital, the sharp pain of an IV injection was something I never got over. Needless to say, you won't find me giving blood anytime soon. Well, you wouldn't, even if I could."Algophobia: The fear of physical pain. "I won't waste your time with a sob story, nor do I expect your pity. My father abused my brother and I when we were young. Could you blame me for being afraid of the physical pain?" Hydrophobia: The fear of water. "One summer, Fenris and I were swimming at the lake. He was teaching me how to swim and I'd nearly drowned. I can't imagine myself stepping foot in that lake ever again."


| Secrets |

At fifteen her parents died in an unfortunate accident; no one knows what caused it nor do they point the finger at the children who survived. What many do not know is that Brynja and her brother may have had a part in their parents' premature death.




What Makes Us Special

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| Ancestor |

Loki

| Powers |

Shapeshifting: Brynja can shapeshift her form, transforming and reshaping down to the cellular structure. She can impersonate others or enhance her body to combat, by making her body stronger. Because she is particularly flexible with her ability she can manipulate her form at will, but she cannot revert to her original form once she's unconscious. She is limited to only being able to shift into other humans. Negotiation: She can only use this to get her way. She cannot in any way make someone fall in love with someone else, nor can she warp someone's freewill to the extent of controlling their mind completely.


| Weaknesses |

~ Brynja cannot distort a person's free will to the extent of mind control or make someone fall in love with a person
~ She cannot transform into any mythical creature or animal of any kind
~ She cannot convince someone to commit suicide or harm oneself or others


| Strengths |

Brynja possesses a sense of ownership and authenticity, whereas many young woman her age are insecure about themselves. She is able to provide wise counsel to others; having ways of looking at the world that make sense to oneself and to other people. Because of her ability to persuade others, she is aware of the motives and feelings of other people as well as herself. Being careful about one's choices, you'll find Brynja to be rather prudent; not taking undue risks; not saying or doing things that might later be regretted. You'll also find her to be very persistent, almost always finishing what she starts; persisting in a course of action in spite of obstacles.


| Thoughts |

"You want to know the truth? I couldn't give a shit less about any of the pantheons. What do I care about the Greeks moving in? They're not my problem. I don't even belong in my own pantheon, why would I wage war on another? Say what you want about me but when it comes to the rivalry I'm apathetic. I won't have any part in their silly quarrels. However, that doesn't mean I do not enjoy sitting on the sidelines and watching them tear each other apart. Don't take me as someone who's willing to step in and prevent a full on battle. I am burdened with overwhelming apathy and I wouldn't lose any sleep if my brother and I were the last Norse descendants left standing."




Describe Me

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| Personality |

Brynja is not an impulsive woman, quite the opposite: thoughtful, manipulating, farseeing, she's the perfect tactician. She is mischievous by nature, much like her ancestor. Being physically weak with a weakened immune system, she developed a sharp intellect and an acute mind to overcome her handicap amongst the other descendants. Brilliant and pitiless, she's an incredible foe for a society mostly based on brutish combatants. You'll find her to be very eloquent and quick-witted, utilizing her silver tongue and realistic mindset to put a damper on any ostentatious company. Socially she is, for lack of a better term, "a bit of a downer". Her sense of humor is very dry, sometimes dark, or nonexistent. She remains introverted, thinking of her peers as idiotic inbreds who shouldn't procreate. Though she displays an intellectual prowess, her physical aspects are not her only weakness. Brynja is very apathetic about most aspects of life. It is only by the sheer force of some unbeknownst will that she even gets up in the morning. Her stoic demeanor and cruel facade are enough to drive any person away. Even the most determined young men have tried to tear down the walls she barricades herself with and all of them have inevitably failed. Her brother is the only one who can seemingly get more than five words out of her, and even he finds it to be a challenge.




Nature Vs Nurture

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| History |

As any true descendant of the Norse God of mischief, Brynja was born on All Fools' Day just five minutes after her brother FenrisĂșlfr. Even in the nursery, the Serrure twins were inseparable. As the nurses attempted to pull her away from Fenris, Brynja began to cry relentlessly, depriving herself of oxygen until they were placed in the same crib once more. Growing up as frail as she was, Brynja relied on her brother for protection. Whenever she was bullied, he would stand up for her, dolling out the same pain for them tenfold. Their mother always watched their interaction with indifference, claiming that Fenris was always the heedless brawn whilst she was the analytically inclined brains. It's hereditary, she thinks, her apathy. Her mother never seemed to care about the twins, even as they were beaten ruthlessly by their father. Brynja hated her mother, almost more so than her father, and that hatred was one of the few emotions she's ever felt. Though her brother's company was reassuring, she only ever felt safe when they spoke to one another in their own cryptic speech, insuring that few would be able to decipher exactly what they were discussing. She didn't like interlopers growing up, though she was a bit of a voyeur. She often watched on the sidelines as chaos unfurled whilst her brother remained in the midst of it all. She never participated in the mischief as grandiosely as Fenris, but the results of her involvement were always explosive. Though there were signs of the abuse, no one ever spoke up—at least, unbeknownst to the twins. Despite the misdeeds done to them by the twins' ancestor, some people of the Norse pantheon were made aware of the signs (whether by the faculty of the school or by their own means) and confronted the parents. The twins were in the basement of the large home, ironically being punished for some undone chore, while their mother assured them that everything was fine. The bruises were a result of their own squabbling, she told them, and with her inherited gift of negotiation the pantheon believed her. Finally, just after their fifteenth birthday, the twins had had enough. Their parents died in a tragic accident, leaving the two of them orphaned. Rumors of just how their parents died spread like wildfire and the people of the Norse pantheon took pity on the parentless twins. Brynja and Fenris wouldn't tolerate that for much longer, choosing instead to reject the pantheon's offer of assistance and live on the streets. They were weary to put their trust in adults, having been betrayed by their own parents who were supposed to love them above all else. Why should they trust the people who didn't help them when they were being beaten day after day? Why would the accept any charity from them when they never lifted a finger to help them otherwise? These thoughts in themselves planted the seed of wrath in young Brynja's mind, festering like a tumor as she watched them go about their seemingly perfect lives. For two years they remained on the streets of Northbay, scrambling to get by until they were old enough to receive their inheritance and buy an apartment together. Since their eighteenth year they've lived above the pub where Brynja now works, rarely leaving each others' side. You'll often find them together, speaking in cryptic riddles and statements. When they're bored they'll indulge in a little mischief, Brynja watching from the sidelines until the temptation is just too much to bear.


OOC

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| Anything else? |

~ Brynja displays acts of somniloquy (talking in her sleep)
~ She suffers from immunodeficiency, anemia, and epilepsy
~ She is very gifted in playing the violin
~ She enjoys people watching
~ She's allergic to cinnamon
~ She's a cat person

So begins...

Brynja Serrure's Story

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Northbay, Ireland
Time: 6.30pm
Weather: Warm with a gentle breeze

Situated far from any major city Northbay is all but ignored by those who don't live there. For the inhabitants of Northbay this suits them fine, after all they hardly need strangers wondering around and snooping into their secrets.

The secrets? That they are the descendents of the Norse, Egyptian and Greek Gods and Goddesses of old. The relationship between these pantheons has never been strong, but in an attempt to smooth over the growing tensions and welcome the Greeks into town the Elders have organised a festival.

The Midnight Festival will start at 7.00pm. Those that aren't helping with the last minute decorations, or finishing work for the night are getting ready for what will hopefully be a fun-filled night.





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Asta sat on the high stool behind the counter, gazing over the quiet shop as the clock ticked behind her. She doubted that they would get any customers in the next few minutes, everyone would be getting ready for the festival. The owner had given Asta permission to close early, but by early he meant 6.45pm which would give the girl barely anytime to get ready before the festival started. It was no surprise for anyone to know that Asta was excited. She loved festivals and she remembered the last Midnight festival. She had been nine and thought the lights entwined in the trees was spectacular. Even now as the sun began to set she could make out a line of lights out the window, running down the main street and towards the lake.

Asta leaned back on the stool and swung herself around. The stool creaked slightly as it spun and Asta, fearing that it would break, stopped. If it did break it wasn't like she would be hurt falling off. She was invulnerable to everything but mistletoe. Smack her with a solid metal pole and she'd be none the worse for wear, stab her with a plastic fork and she'd just give you a strange look. Mistletoe, as with her ancestor Baldr, is the only thing capable of hurting her either in it's basic form or refined. Naturally the Falr family has always avoided decorating their house with mistletoe at Christmas.

A twinkling of bells made Asta look up to find a customer entering the store.
"Hi there!" She said cheerfully to the old woman as she shuffled inside. The woman nodded her own greeting and began to browse through the rows of books. Asta watched her from her perch at the counter, trying to place her. She wasn't Norse, that was for sure. Asta knew the Norse families the best and would have known who this woman was instantly if she was from her own Pantheon. Asta guessed she was probably a Greek. Since she had only been here a month that would explain why Asta didn't recognise her.

Asta hoped that the festival did relieve the tensions in the town. She liked Northbay so much more when you didn't have to worry about fights breaking out between the different pantheons. Northbay was such a picturesque town too, it seemed to ruin the beauty of the place when the townsfolk had squabbles. Asta gave a sigh, she guessed she'd just have to wait and hope that tonight went well.




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Locked in a frantic battle against time, Marcus was blind to the outside world. His fingers played a rhythmic tapping sound against the library table while his eyes flicked from calculator to the sheet of calculations in front of him. Was he working on an important assignment? Did he have to meet an impending deadline? No, he was doing maths problems for fun. Stretched in front of him was a pad of paper, littered with numbers and beside him a textbook of problems to be solved. It helped him relax and stretched his mind, although he would probably make up an excuse to anyone that asked.

He glanced at his watched. Two minutes to go. Then he did a double take, realising it was 6.30pm. Hadn't his parents asked him to come home early so they could get ready for the festival? He had thought it was cute at the time, his parents wanting to go with him as a family. They had emphasized the fact that this festival was being thrown to welcome them into the town. The Norse and Egyptian Pantheons were trying to let the Greeks know that they were welcome. He knew that his parents also saw the other reason the festival was being held, to stop the increasing tensions between people. Now though, as Marcus realised he would have to go with half his questions undone, Marcus wished he hadn't agreed to go with his parents. What would everyone else think anyway if he turned up with his Mum and Dad? He was hardly the coolest kid without them, but with them...? He considered texting Shannon and seeing if they could go together.

With a sigh he began collecting his books and papers, stacking them neatly on the table before pushing them into his scuffed backpack. He wouldn't ditch his parents, not until they actually got to the festival at least. Then he would happily disappear into a corner or find a friend and stick with them the rest of the night. It wasn't that he was anti-social or disliked anyone else. Marcus was just incredibly shy. It took him a while to warm up to people. Around people he had just met he became stiff and words became that much harder to get out.




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Ramses gave a heavy sigh as he looked out across the grounds. As the sun set across the lake the fairy lights came to life, illuminating the scene before him. Tables had been placed in the clearing, a marquee set up above the food and a stage for the band was having the finishing touches done to it. From his position at the edge of the action Ram could see the various Elder members and those they had roped into help putting the last touches on the festival. He had been here half the day, thanks to his father who was a member of the Elders. His arguments of having better things to do had fallen on deaf ears and so Ram had been forced to work and talk with the other helpers for hours.

As if on queue his father appeared beside him, already dressed for the festival in a smart outfit.
"It looks wonderful father." Ram said to his father. Ramsey Atum, Ramses' father gave a satisfied nod,
"Yes, I think it does." He replied, "The town should be arriving in half an hour."
"Are there any more jobs to be done?" Ram asked, casting his eyes across the scene once again. Ram's father appeared to do the same thing and his gaze came to rest on the lights that led down to the lake shore.
"Perhaps you could add to the lights on the path to the lake." He told Ram, pointing to the string of lights. "We have no more fairy lights, so you will have to use your magic." He added. Ram nodded and moved off to complete the task, leaving his father to turn his trained gaze to the rest of the set up.

In all honesty Ram didn't mind helping his father. Ramsey Atum was someone that Ram had always looked up to and tried to emulate. Ram stopped by the lights to the lake and held a hand out towards them. A second passed and then a swelling of light suddenly appeared in the middle of Ram's hand. A small sphere of light grew in the centre of his palm until it was as big as the electric lights already there. With another push of Ram's magic he instilled the ball with enough light to last the night and then placed it beside an electric light where it would float happily all night. He repeated the process up and down the string of lights until it had all been brightened up. It was the perks of being the descendent of a Sun God, being able to create and control light in this manner. Ram took a step back to admire his work, casting a critical eye over it. In his opinion his lights shone brighter and truer than the others.

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Matthias had been 'resting his eyes' for the past two and a half hours while his brother Dylan played round after round of Call of Duty in his bedroom. Working the nightshift was never easy, nor was staying up most of the day, but if Matt got in at least four hours he was golden. That's all he ever needed was four. When six forty-five came around, it was Dylan who came to shake his older brother from his short nap. "Matt, get up." The older man inhaled deeply through his nostrils, blinking his eyes wide at the stoic teen. He squinted, clutching the beer tighter before groaning and taking a quick swig, sitting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Dylan faintly caught the sound of a muttered inquiry. Something about the time. "It's a quarter 'till seven"

"Augh crap," Matthias pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally cursing himself for not having been up sooner. His gaze rose to his younger brother, looking him up and down, "You ready to go or what?"

Dylan chuckled, "Yeah, because I'm the one with drool on my bottom lip" Matthias shot him a quick glare, wiping said excretion away as the younger Nethuns shoved his hands in his pockets, "Like I care what I look like anyway. Are we going to go to this thing or are you just going to sit here and play fashion police?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," Matthias heaved himself up off the couch, running his hand precariously through his hair before meandering languidly down the hallway towards his bedroom. "Give me a minute and we'll head out," he called over his shoulder. Dylan rolled his eyes, waiting in the living room as Matthias went about changing his t-shirt and his pullover, spraying himself with Old Spice before grabbing his keys and walking out the door. His little brother followed close behind, locking the front door behind them as they paused in synch on their porch steps. Decorations and lights littered the streets, no doubt directing the townspeople towards the festival. Matthias smirked, "Think we're going to have any trouble finding the place?"

It was a short drive to the lakeside where the the party was being held. Matthias parked his car outside the deciduous ground, choosing instead to walk the rest of the way instead of risking the chance of getting dirt caked on the fenders. The brothers fell into step beside each other, looking around listlessly at all of the decorations. "I wonder where everyone's stationed at." Dylan muttered aloud, Matthias having mused that himself just seconds before.

The older of the two shrugged, "Shouldn't be too far," They wandered a little farther until they came to a break in the trees. Matthias had begun to lose hope in finding the damn place and was beginning to call it quits when he saw a scrawny girl in an oversized leather jacket holding balloons and staring at the ground with an unreadable expression. He couldn't remember off the top of his head if he's ever seen her before. She looked ill, as if a small breeze was enough to knock her over.

ImageAfter sharing a glance with his brother, Matthias wandered nearer, approaching her cautiously and with a friendly smile. "Hello," The girl looked up at him, her eyes cold and calculating as she held his gaze. Matt's smile waned a little, slightly creeped out by her, even as his brother fell into place behind him. "I was wondering if you could help us out. We seem to be lost," She supplied no response. Instead, she allowed an awkward silence to fall between the three of them. So Matt tried again, "I'm sorry but do you speak English?" Still no response, though the girl appeared more cross with him than before. He prodded once more, "Are you deaf?"

The girl responded this time with a nearly inaudible snarl, allowing the balloons to slip through her fingers as she glared daggers into Matt's surprised expression. He straightened himself, glancing back at his brother, "You think I offended her?"

"She sure looks offended."

"Hey, look-..." Matthias stumbled on his words, offering a meek expression to the girl, opening his arms slightly as some sort of a peace offering. "My bad. Okay? Would you tell me, please, which way we should go from here?"

"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." The girl replied, her voice a mere deadpan yet laced with a melodious ethereal tone that caught Matthias more off guard than her response.

"I don't give a damn where-..."

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go."

"...-just as long as I get to the party" Matthias finished, his jaw slightly clenched in aggravation. Behind him Dylan held back a laugh and his older brother shot hit a quick glare before turning his attention back onto the cryptic blonde.

"Oh, you're sure to do that-..." She stated, a glint of maliciousness in her dead stare, "...-if you only walk long enough."" Matthias visibly cringed before the girl lightly shoved past him, capturing the gaze of both the Poseidon descendants in the way that she moved with impeccable grace. They witnessed as the seemingly weak girl hauled herself up in the nearest tree, studying her surroundings as if she were a wild feline hunting for prey. Then all of a sudden she pointed and they followed her line of direction, "The festivities are being held in that direction." Matthias raised his gaze just to catch the girl glowering down at them, "I'd advise against drinking any of the refreshments tonight if I were you."

Matthias licked his bottom lip nervously and seized Dylan by the arm, "Uh-huh. I'll be sure to do that." He shoved his little brother forward, offering a slight wave as he walked towards the party. "Thanks for all your help."

Meanwhile Dyan was getting a kick out of it. He hadn't ever seen the older man so unnerved. "You alright, Matt?" He prodded in jest.

"Shut up! That bitch creeps me out." Matthias snarled, carrying on towards the direction of the festival as Dylan laughed at his side. The whole time he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, and he would bet that he could take a wild stab in the dark as to whom it was.

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Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr Character Portrait: Bree Vanadis Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure
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"Hello Ramses, hello Fenris. Ram, is there anything else you need me to do?" came a voice from behind him. FenrisĂșlfr grinned over to see yet another member of the Egyptian Pantheon, not that he cared for that type of thing. He was not privy to the type of nationalistic rivalry that caused the Norse, Egyptians, and now, the Greeks, to have their petty rivalries. He shook his head at Irisi.

"I just want you to smile, dear Iris, but you already have that covered. Perhaps you can remove that stick from Rammy's ass? If so, then I'd be all set," Fenris told her with an enchanting smile, disentangling himself from the Egyptian before taking another drink from his glass. He surveyed the party. People were arriving in droves, just as he expected they would. Really, this town was too predictable at times. He spotted the Dias siblings and he smirked slightly. He had seen the way Irisi looked at him.

"I have quite a spot set up. Wine, candlelight, chocolate fondue. The perfect spot for a romantic evening if you'd like to join me," he suggested lecherously before glancing over at Beau, "Or, perhaps you'd prefer something different. Something Greek."

He chuckled slightly before whispering in her ear, his voice like sweet honey, "I could arrange something for you two, you know. Don't you want his big strong arms around you? Accompanied by whispers of fervent devotion? I can be quite kind if you would only accept my help, sweet Iris."

"Shut up! That bitch creeps me out."

Fenris' angelic face was soon marred as he heard those words, glancing at the spot he knew his sister to be hiding. His eyes narrowed oh so slightly and the power in his voice broke. Bitch, huh? Well, my dear friend, you know what they say about revenge. Noticing his distraction, however, he morphed his face back into an earnest expression and turned to Irisi.

"I apologize for my distraction, my lady Iris. I do so hate it when someone insults my sister," he told her truthfully.

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Character Portrait: Viona Martis Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Irisi Aset
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Fenris placed a hand upon his heart, as though terribly wounded. He shook his head at her, giving her an exaggerated look of hurt. One could almost believe that it was genuine were it not for the amusement laced with his voice.

"Dear Iris, you wound me. Here I was, offering to help you with your little problem, and you simply insult, threaten, and push me away. Some of the strongest relationships were founded upon cunning and deception," he told her with a chuckle. He himself rather believed this audacious statement based upon his own observations. Shaking his head at her, he chose to leave the group. He would return to them later on. It would be a while yet before the drinks too effect.

As for himself, he chose to take glass of his sister's favourite alcohol and approached the tree she was inhabiting, smirking slightly at the two rude boys walking away from it. They would pay dearly. He looked up at the tree and climbed it, not really caring about ruining his outfit. He passed her the drink.

"See anything interesting from up here?" he asked her.

He sat in silence for a bit before he spotted a rather fetching young lady marveling at the lights. He grinned. That was the Ares descendent, Viona. Now that was interesting. What was it about women that could seriously harm him that drew his interest so?

"The view is much more beautiful up here, you know," he called down to her, "Well, I suppose you can't reach as high up as myself and my sister, but it is quite breathtaking. Oh, I suppose you wouldn't want to ruin your dress. That's a valid excuse."

He smiled. If she was like any other war god child, then she wouldn't be able to turn down his challenge. Still, he couldn't resist adding a genuine compliment to his challenge.

"You go well with it, by the way," he told her, his charming grin still on his face, but there wasn't any trickery this time.

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Matthias scanned his surroundings, taking in the faces of the different descendants from the three pantheons. He felt out of place, an interloper in the midst of others that have known each other since childhood. He was ignorant to the glare of the Serrure boy, as well as the omniscient gaze of the Serrure girl he'd left in the tree just outside the outskirts of the party. He was still a little on edge about the riddles and icy stare she threw at him more than anything. The Nethuns boys stuck close to each other, settling into the sidelines to watch the conversation unfold instead of getting involved. Neither Dylan nor his older brother ever really felt the need to be social, only ever finding comfort in each other's company. "You want a drink?" Matthias was pulled out of his reverie, raising his eyebrows in an unspoken request for his little brother to repeat himself. When he did, emerald eyes honed in on the refreshments provided by those who prepared the party. Something about it didn't sit right with him. Perhaps it had been the vague warning given to him by the bleach blonde twig. Call him paranoid but he'd rather heed her warning then take a chance, especially around near strangers.

"I'm gonna have to pass, Dill."

Dylan smirked, cocking his brow with a patronizing smirk, "Did the little kitty give you the heeby-geebies?"

"Little kitty?" Matthias furrowed his brows, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. "...-the hell are you talking about?"

"Dude, she was quoting the Cheshire Cat. Word for word." the younger brother chuckled, "She just did it to fuck with you. Don't let it get to you."

Matthias smirked, "You go ahead and get something to drink. If your ass gets roofied then don't expect me to bring you home."

"Umm hi Matt"

The elder brother turned to the sound of the small voice close by, almost recognizing it. He cast his gaze down, his smirk uprooting into a full fledged smile when he saw his coworker fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Piper! Hey." He wrapped his arm around her for a quick, friendly hug, backing away to avoid any awkward situations. He grasped his brother's shoulder tightly, steering him towards the female mechanic. "This is my little brother Dylan."He looked over at him, telling him to be nice without having to vocalize it. Dylan wasn't as 'social' or 'friendly' as Matthias and preferred solitude more than going out and making new friends. "Dylan, this is Piper. She works with me over at the garage."

Dylan pulled his gaze away from his brother's, "You must have a lot of patience working around cars with my brother all day" he quipped, offering his hand and a friendly smile, "It's nice to meet you, Piper".







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She held no ill will towards the older of the two men as they quickly evaded her looming presence. Her amusement upon seeing him practically run away when all she spoke was nonsense dissuaded the usual malice that would've been brought to light at the insult thrown at her name. Brynja found them intriguing, her eyes following their departure as they walked away, their strides almost exactly the same. She cocked her head to the side as the older man seemed to heed his warning, a smile threatening to reveal itself. Her gaze fell and she saw her brother making her way towards her, shooting a glare at the boys that'd left her company. Surely he hadn't heard what they'd said, he was much too far away at the time it'd occurred and the man had done more than whisper it into his own brother's ear. From the look Fenris gave them, however, it would seem that he had. Brynja rolled her eyes, her lips ridding themselves of that ghost of a smile and succumbing to the residual scowl she always held. She remained stoic as he perched beside her, inquiring about the view.

Brynja responded with a curt, "Hardly." just before Fenris called out to one of the descendants. Her gaze flashed over towards the young woman he was calling out to before it shot over to her twin in resentment. Once he'd finished his little tirade, the younger twin spoke up in a monotone that was laden with a hint of acrimony, "Must you go about drawing attention to yourself when in my company?"

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Viona's attention was drawn away from the lights around her by the sound of a voice. She glanced around, turning her head, but no one seemed to be talking to her. She finally traced the voice to a person inhabiting a tree, Fenris. He was sitting up their quite at home with his sister, Brynja.

"The view is much more beautiful up here, you know." Viona gave him a smile, wondering what tricks he was up to. "Well, I suppose you can't reach as high up as myself and my sister, but it is quite breathtaking. Oh, I suppose you wouldn't want to ruin your dress. That's a valid excuse." The last part of what Fenris said stuck with her.

He was issuing a challenge. A small one, admittedly, but being a child of war, she simply couldn't resist, no matter how aware she was that Fenris was provoking her. She flashed him a determined look."You go well with it, by the way," At his comment, her expression softened to a light smile. "You obviously don't know me if you think a dress is going to get in the way," she replied.

Climbing the tree would be a simple task for her; the only problem were her heels. She looked down at her ankle boots and sighed. She would just have to make it work. Viona walked up the the large tree, reaching up to grasp the nearest branch. She wrapped her fingers around it and tried to pull herself up, but pulled a little too hard. The branch snapped off with a loud cracks. Oops. She still didn't know her own strength that much. Setting the branch down, she grasped another one, and successfully pulled herself up. She quickly climbed her way from branch to branch. Her heels hindered her progress a little, but she was still able to reach the top.

Settling on a branch near Fenris and Brynja, Viona smiled triumphantly.
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"Must you go about drawing attention to yourself when in my company?"

"Dear sister, there is nothing wrong with a little interaction now and then," Fenris told Brynja with a grin. Truthfully, he knew that Brynja would never fully embrace being part of the chaos the two concocted and he respected that. He could see the appeal in sitting back and watching your pawns amble around blindly in the dark, but he could never sit still too long. He always wanted to join in.

He watched with interest as the child of the war god climbed after them, chuckling slightly as she underestimated her own strength. He watched in fascination as she took to the challenge like a fish to water and climbed faster than even he did and that was saying something, considering both he and Brynja enjoyed finding strange places like tree branches to survey their playmates.

"Oh, well-done. As your prize, I will be your date for the night," Fenris announced as though she had won a great honor. He gestured towards the table of refreshments, "I have already provided tonight's entertainment. No need to thank me."

He looked at his sister, giving her his most enduring expression, silently asking her not to break his new playmate.

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"Dear sister, there is nothing wrong with a little interaction now and then."

To this, Brynja glared in utter grievance. Her entire countenance was laden in disdain as the descendant of Ares climbed onto a branch near her and her brother. She could curse the day he was born for bringing unwanted company into her self-proclaimed domain. Oh how she loathed parties and communal interaction. Nonetheless she came, if only to humor herself with spectating this fruitless attempt at uniting these pantheons as one loving community. Fenris knew how she loathed being around anyone but him and yet still this is what he insisted upon, forcing his socially inept little sister into unwanted retinue. She immediately felt crowded, her lip quivering into a sneer as she made a feeble scoot away from the feminine product of war. When she lifted her eyes to meet that of her kin, Brynja caught on to his mien as if she were wearing it herself. Her eyes narrowed as she shot a look at her brother's new plaything, her gaze returning to Fenris. Her icy stare held a warning, an unspoken negotiation.

"As you wish." When she spoke, her voice was but a whisper, leaning in close so the young Ares descendant could not hear her. "You have your fun with this Greek, Fenris, I shall not harm her. However, let it be known that the Poseidon boy is mine-..." She enunciated this with a threatening glare, uprooting herself from the spot and carelessly slinging herself off the branch. She bent at the knees, landing with a soft thud. The landing caused her muscles to ache, a shiver running through her frail bones as she got up. With barely a wobble, she walked on, stalking her own playmate through the shadows of the trees. If Fenris wanted to play favorites, she'll let him have his fun. Brynja had every much the right to claim one of these cretins as her own. As her eyes fell on the eldest Nethuns boy, it became all too apparent to herself that he was the one she chose.







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"Its nice to meet you to Dylan and I think its fine working with Matt" Matthias shot his brother a teasing glance, his mouth uplifted in a crooked smirk despite his surprise. When they worked together the two barely spoke. To know that she wasn't completely against holding a conversation with him was somewhat a relief. "Ummm so how's work on that Firebird 1970? Have her up and running again yet?"

He turned to her with his hands shoved into his pockets, glancing up to recall his progress on the vehicle sitting on his side of the garage, "I've got the engine installed as of today; had to replace the whole thing. Once we get to the shop tomorrow I'll bolt everything down and give her some oil, maybe grease the pistons, and she'll be ready to go." As he glanced around he could've sworn he'd caught a glimpse of bleach blonde hair in the midst of the trees. He honed in on it for only a second, searching in vain because he couldn't seem to find it again.