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Adam Hayes

"Come on, lets not fight. It's just going to end up with me having a broken nose, and you feeling really bad about it."

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a character in “The Demi-God Academy”, as played by WakaWaka

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"I am not saying I am better then you, but if I had made it; it wouldn't have broken. Just saying."


Introducing


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Full Name:
Adam Richard Hayes Jr.

Nickname:
He introduces himself as Rick, but he doesn't mind if someone calls him Ricky when trying to be cute.

Age:
19

Birth Date:
November 14th, 1995

Home Town:
Bessie, Oklahoma

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Studying:
Anthropology



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent: Hephaestus, god of fire, metalworking, and the crafts.
"You know, that ugly smith gimp that no one invites to parties. Yea, swell guy."

Power:
Rick, like most sons and daughters of Hephaestus, has powers over the domains of fire, metalworking, and various other crafts. Rick does not have much control over his pyrokensis not able to summon anything larger then a golf-ball sized flame unless there is a large source of fire nearby, so unless someone starts a forest fire; it isn't likely Rick will be slinging around flames. He can use his pyrokensis by touching and heating things through continued skin contact which is how he forges most of his works thus eliminating the need for a forge. His hands grow red, to blue, to, finally, white, depending on how high he forces the temperature, and it does take time for his hands to reach the higher stages, and he can only hold it for so long, but beware when shaking his hand as he can't resist giving people a light singe. Rick is extremely resistant to heat able to hold molten steel in his hand without burning himself.

His skill in most crafts is sub-par. Rick has very little talent in sculpting, weaving, wood-carving, painting, or any other of the 'softer' arts, something that drives him insane as he would prefer any of those to his talent as his talent resides, almost entirely, in metalworking. As long as he is making something with metal, he can forge anything including tools, cooking utensils, armor, weaponry, traps, parts to machines, or anything else. It is important to note that Rick will not make armor or weapons for anyone, he doesn't like making them as he doesn't feel anything as he forges them. They always seem sub-par to him, but wondrous to others, lacking in a certain quality that all of his other works have. Also, he doesn't like the idea behind weapons and armor nor the pressure they place on him.

Like most of the children of Hephaestus, Rick has an affinity for machines able to fix and maintain almost any machine even if given only a few minutes to examine it to figure out how it works, but he isn't fond of machinery and hates working on vehicles as he finds it utterly boring and a waste of his skills. The only thing he really uses this skill for is the creation of traps and other prank like devices for children of Hermes, and he loves nothing more then planting some during Capture the Flag games to see how many people he can get with them.

Strengths:

Inventive || Fair || Perfectionism || Independent || American Football || Cooking || Humor
Craftsman's Pride || Walking Forge

Weaknesses and Flaws:

Spiteful || Proud || Grooming || Perfectionism || Stubborn || Jealousy || Terrified of Heights/Spiders || Insomnia ||
Combat || Craftsman's Pride || Fires



Sharing Our Desires


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Likes: Pranks || Forging || Making deals || Music || 'Softer' Crafts || Fires || Passion || Mischief || Cooking || Jewelry || Rare metals || Challenges || Hera || Reading || History || Games || Naps || Movies || Cartoons || Jokes, be they puns or the like. [His favorite are bad jokes that have even worse timing] || Horses || Art || Adorable 'pet' Nicknames

Dislikes: Losing || Gods || Melodrama || The Cold || Rodents || Insects || Heights || Science || English || Most Vegetables || Tomatoes || Dress Codes || Shaving || Reggie Music || Zealots || Goody Two-Shoes || Complaints || Monologues || Nosey People || Shallowness || Charmspeak, or any power that takes away personal control and inhibition || Those of High Maintenance || Hephaestus

Hobbies: Forging || Cooking || Pranks || American Football ||

Fears: Failure: Rick can't stand the thought of failure, and it compounds when people see him fail and comment on it as Rick can hold a grudge.

Destruction: Rick doesn't want to make weapons and armor, he doesn't want to kill anyone, even indirectly. What if he forges a mighty weapon that ends up killing someone he loves? What if his armor fails, and they die because of his failure? No, despite his masterful skill in metalworking, he will never forge weapons of war save for his dream project. He will not even repair them.

Deformity: Rick has always had a soft spot for those born with defects, but he cannot bear the idea of having a deformity, himself, and the idea of becoming a cripple terrifies him more then death. He can't stand the idea of becoming like his father even if it is a shared pain.

Secrets:

Worshiping Another: Rick offers his prayers to his grandmother Hera in stead of his father or the rest of the pantheon. He does it to both spite his father and because he has always been fond of Hera in mythology and hopes to someday be able to speak with her.

Stygian Iron/Ice: Rick dreams of some day forging a blade of Stygian Iron and Stygian Ice, but, supposedly, only those of Hades' line can carry those blades and to even forge it; he would need Hades' permission, or he could always sneak in, but he would probably get in trouble or die. Despite hating weaponry, Rick knows, deep down, that if he forges a blade of Styrigan Iron and Ice; it would be weapon that would make even his father green with envy. Of course, what he would do with the sword afterwards is beyond him as he wouldn't be able to wield it, perhaps he would give it as a gift or throw it into the River of Styx after it was finished. Making it is more important to him then what happens afterwards.

Abstinent: Yes, Rick is abstinent, and he does, in fact, have a promise ring which he wears around his neck on a chain of platinum. He forged both the chain and golden ring himself. It is not a religious choice, but a personal one. Ever since he learned of his parentage, Rick has sworn to never create a fatherless bastard child like all the Gods seemed more then happy to produce. Now, there are ways to avoid this such as getting surgery, but he wants the option of having kids someday, and abstaining completely sends a better message; he can do what the Gods, themselves, cannot do. This does mean that he is a Virgin. This is not something he talks about or tells anyone about and when someone spots the ring under his shirt, he always tells them it's from a girl back home.



In-Depth


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Personality

|| Spiteful || Fair-Handed || Stubborn || Proud || Humorous || Independent

Just like his God-Parent, Rick is extraordinarily spiteful and vengeful. He never forgets nor forgives a slight, disrespect, or a broken deal, and he will go to nearly any lengths to satisfy his need for vengeance even if it means causing mass collateral damage or at great expense to himself. His vengeance can come at any time, be it a few days after or even years later when the target believes Rick has forgotten about it; Rick will even pretend he has forgotten about it just to make sure when he does act it will utterly crush them: mind, body, and spirit. On the other side of the coin, Rick is extremely fair and even-handed in his deals with most people, as just like a grudge, he will never forget a favor and even carries a small black book with him at all times that has a list of people who either owe him a favor, or people he owes a favor. Rick will force people to sign the book next to their names to ensure they know they owe him, so they can't pull fast ones on him, and he does this because he has become something akin to a Broker in the camp. He makes things for various people, normally children of Hermes, such as tools, lock-picks, car parts or other machine parts, and various other items in return for services such as whenever he needs something obtained... well, obtained in manners less then reputable. This has lead him to calling on favors from other people to get something just to trade it to another person in return from a favor from them. His 'business' has grown to the point where Rick may need to get another book.

Rick is incredibly stubborn to the point that someone calling him 'pig-headed' would be a severe understatement. He will continue a task even when it becomes mind-searingly frustrating simply because he will refuse to quit. When he is interested in something, or someone, he will pursue it until he gets what he wants even if, in this case a someone, strikes back at him or stresses how much they don't want him to be near him. The only thing stronger then his iron-will is his Pride. Rick has absolute confidence in his abilities, and more importantly, his craft. The amount of pleasure he gets from seeing it finished and working, no matter the object, validates his purpose and existence, but because of his pride, especially in his craft, he will never accept shoddy work from others or himself. Complaints or insults to his work will both enrage him and make him incredibly defensive because his work means more to him then well, himself. Insulting him is one thing, insulting his work is completely different.

Despite his sensitivity about his work, Rick loves humor. There are few things that he loves more then laughing or the people that can make him laugh. He loves all brands and styles of jokes from crude to outright bad jokes that people write on Popsicle sticks. He won't laugh the same amount or as deep to all of them, but he still respects the fact they tried. Rick sees humor as one of the greatest trait a person can have as it is the effort of injecting light into peoples lives, or perhaps their own, by making them happy even if only for a short term, this love of humor does make him a little... cruel at times as he reduces most things in his life to jokes or something close to it, and when he hears something tragic; he will often make a joke about it without thinking about it nor the person's feelings in question.

Rick is ferociously independent and hates people trying to force responsibilities he doesn't want on him. He loves nothing more then doing his own things and deeply values his independence and self-reliance as Rick will never ask for help from others, which is why he trades favor instead because, in his mind, that is vastly different then asking. He takes pride in his ability to heat metal, and thus have no need for a forge, because it only exemplifies his Independence and Self-reliance.... now all he needs to do is something get a pocket-sized anvil.



The Past Defines Us


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Rick was born and raised in Bessie, Oklahoma, a tiny town of barely two-hundred people. Bessie was a ranchers and farmers town with barely anyone living in the town, itself, and the rest of them living in large stretches of land around the town where they grew crops and raised live-stock. Rick's Mother, Tera Hayes, was the town grade school teacher, and his father, Adam Hayes, was the town Veterinarian, a very important person considering the livelihood of most of the town. Rick was... gift from God, they called him as his mother was in her mid-forties and his father was in his late-forties. The doctors had told Adam that he would never have children because he was sterile, and it was a cruel fact that both of them had accepted, or so they thought. Tera attracted Hephaestus' eyes because of a disabled child in her class, and she was one of the only teachers in the entire town given their tiny population, she treated him like he was no different then any other child, and truly, she loved him as the child fate had never granted to her. Hephaestus 'bumped' into her as a traveling businessman hoping to use his exotic appearance as a way of alluring her to him, and it worked. Tera found him, and his numerous gifts, to be enchanting, but she was a married woman, and no matter how exotic he was, she wouldn't betray Adam's trust so easily, but if Hephaestus is anything, he is calm. Slowly, he broke down her defenses, until finally she gave in. A few months later, she realized she was pregnant, and Adam was over-joyed because he took it as a sign from God that they were blessed, but it destroyed Tera because she knew who the father truly was. She confronted Hephaestus, who she now loved more then her lawful husband, begging to know what was to be done and then he dropped the bombshell. Of who he was and who her child would be, of course, there was some misunderstanding and disbelief, but after a quick demonstration; the facts set in. This conversation would be the last time Tera would ever see Hephaestus.

So Rick was born to a guilt-ridden mother and an over-joyed father. His early life in Bessie was rather uneventful. He spent most of his time outside, as there was never anything on T.V, and the internet was both expensive and unreliable that far out in the middle of nowhere, so frolicking with friends was what he did every day. In fact, nothing changed until middle school when Rick took shop class, a fairly popular class, and discovered his innate talent and power with metal. Even without instruction, Rick had a way of shaping metal as if it was speaking to him. He could forge and create complex works that not even the instructor could replicate, but more importantly, it was at this time that his father, Adam, would pass away due to aggressive liver cancer. Only a few months after, at only 13, his mother, Tera, decided it was time to tell Rick who his real father was given his sudden show of talent and love of shop class, and now that Adam had passed beyond her ability to hurt him.

At first, Rick didn't believe it. How could he? A Greek god? He brushed it off as just her way of dealing with the pain of his father passing, but some part of him knew. Just knew she wasn't lying, and it destroyed a part of him. The part that saw the world as honest and good. That saw his parents as wonderful, perfect people. A part of him started to loathe his mother and his 'father', but he buried the hatred. Buried the resentment and continued with life taking it a day at a time.

During his freshmen year, Rick took a part-time job at the local town smithy who spent most of his time repairing tools and shoeing horses, and it was a job Rick could really sink his teeth into. He would end up spending hours at the local farms among the animals working under the hot son, or in the bitter cold, with just him, the hammer, and the job. All the problems would fade away during these hours, and it is some of his fondest memories he has of home, because he would leave home just a year later. One can only build up so much hate and resentment before they explode, and it happened one Sunday morning when his mother demanded to know why he didn't want to go to church. Why would he? He knew who the real gods were, and he knew what kind of gods they were. Most of them didn't deserve his time much less his prayers. How could his mother still wear her wedding ring and parade around as the grieving widow, but how dare she. She was a 'wife' who cheated on her husband with a stranger, bore his child and allowed her husband to believe it was his. This stranger was part of a series of gods who spent their time raping, fucking, and destroying the dreams of humans. He told her of why he carried the purity ring around his neck, of how he would not be like his father, and how when he got married; he would not be like her. He would be something she, nor his 'father' could ever comprehend. He would be faithful.

To say it went over well would be a bold-faced lie. He broke his mothers spirit, and honestly, Rick didn't care. She deserved every barbed word. She deserved every scrape of pain, and the tissues she was using to wipe her face were too good for her. After months of tense silence, Rick found a booklet on his bed. It held information of a school for kids like himself, it seemed his 'father' had left his mother with instructions of what to do with him when his powers made themselves more prominent, and he became older. Not wanting to deal with his mother, or the silence, any longer; Rick agreed to go, and has been at the Academy since his sophomore year of High School.

Over the last three years, Rick has developed a fondness and resentment towards many of the other children, and sometimes just out of distaste for their parentage, but he does have a deep fondness for the Children of Hermes, and it is their influence that has spawned his love of pranks, and also because of their nature, he had to create the black book of favors to ensure no one slipped out of deals once they owe him something. Overall, Rick loves the school, and is quite content with his new life.



So begins...

Adam Hayes's Story

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Time: 8.30am

The weather seems to rest at a comfortable temperature, not too warm or too cold. Curiously, the seasons of the Academy don't seem to relate much to the outside world, in fact it usually seems to be a mild summer day even if snow storms rage outside of it's boundaries. Of course, with a collection of super-powered demi-gods within it's walls the weather and many other aspects of life is always likely to change rapidly.




The Academy's first day of classes is always a more relaxed day for the students. Classes start slightly later than usual at 9.30am (usually classes begin at 8.55am) and end just after midday to allow for the traditional game of Capture the Flag in the afternoon.

However, this early in the morning most students can be found rising from their sleep and preparing for their day. All the students have arrived earlier in the week, giving everyone a chance to catch up on their holidays and make themselves at home again. Of course, the week has also given the students a chance to reopen old wounds, confirming past enmities or on the flip side form new friendships. Of course others have used the free week to get a head start on their studies, start working on an invention or begin to plan pranks. Of particular interest to the party animals would have been the nearby town bar which hosted a party the previous night. Of course leaving the school grounds is prohibited...

Given the vast array of personalities at the Academy, this year promises to be a very interesting one.



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Rick hummed along to the lines of the song blaring on the small hand-crafted stereo that he and Poppy had built awhile back as it was a nice, and much needed, addition to the shop. Of course, he knew how early it was and was also fairly certain the walls of the dorm wasn't thick enough to stop the sound from emanating throughout the dorm, but since none of the others have come down to holler at him then it must not have been bothering them.

Moving to a clustered table, he tossed an alternator on it; a favor just being finished for a child of Ares, seemed his totally awesome Toyota Camry's, honestly Rick still couldn't figure out how a Camry could be described as awesome, battery kept dying; causing the car to shut down over the break which really impeded on his plans of getting laid as much as possible before returning to a place full of kinda-sorta-but not really-relatives, and the Ares' kid was far to cheap to pay to have it replaced.

Finally finished with that mini-project, Rick glanced up at the large clock in the shop to figure out what was what, but it seemed he would have enough time to shower up, change, and then either go back to work on his newest prototype or go mingle. It truly was a hard choice given he had spent a good portion of last night at a party mingling with people. Yes, it had been a long night just like how every night was. Went to a party for a few hours, came back and tried to sleep for two hours, failed miserably, then came down to the shop at three in the morning to work on projects till daybreak.

One look at the 'prototype' was enough to convince him to go mingle. He needed to tell the twins to stop by the shop as they were going to be his beta-testers, and he needed to see Ellie and C. to start preparation on the 'Masta Plans' for the years first major prank. If all went well, some dorm was going to have a very, very long day sometime this week. Wiping his hands on his worn jeans, Rick headed for the door.




Feeling fresh and as wake as someone can be when they haven't slept in thirty-eight hours, Rick left the dorm in his 'new' outfit. New was a subjective term as the shirt was a bland grey, but on the bright side, it lacked any holes, burn spots, and oil stains. The jeans were faded, but that said they didn't start out faded. Running his hand across his chin and enjoying the small stubble that ran along it; he decided he could look a whole lot worse, but then again, even if he was looking terrible; he wouldn't have cared. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he headed for the cafeteria ignoring most of the dorms he passed as they weren't really of interest to him as his mind was completely wrapped up in his newest prototype, and the havoc it was going to play on the lives of the other Demi-Gods.

When he finally got to the cafeteria, he glanced around the room to note on the 'clicks' that everyone migrated into, and Rick prided himself on not belonging to one as he was just far too awesome. He was a 'drifter' if anything, able to sit anywhere and fit in because he usually knew one or two people in every click.

Walking along the set out food, he shook his head, "Would it kill them to serve me something nice and greasy?" He bemoaned as he really didn't want any of that 'godly' food or any of those veggies as he was not a rabbit. Reaching out, he snaked a green apple which was good enough as he really wasn't hungry as the lack of sleep was making his stomach start to churn just from looking at it, and if he has learned anything from his time here, a churning stomach plus that nectar equaled lots of vomit.

Apple in hand, he swept his eyes over the assembled 'mass' once more before getting to work. Knowing the trip to the twins would be the fastest, he headed to their table first, and leaned over the wood, "Hey double trouble, I got something awesome to show you, so after school stop by the shop. Trust me, it is going to blow your minds," he said not able to keep the excitement form his voice over the topic at hand, not wanting to be completely rude having just barged in on whatever conversation they were having, "Hey oddly disproportion amount of blondies," He said to the three present as a form of greeting, as he only knew one of their names, Alana, with the other two just being... whoever they were. Plus, just calling them blondies saved him the time of having to pretend he knew their names, or worse, have to go through the whole, 'hi, how are you? Who are you?' time waste. He had a noble duty to uphold at the moment. There was time for such things later.

Rick pushed himself from the table and started to leave, but stopped and leaned back giving Jordan a wink, "Nice lap warmer," He said giving he had a beautiful blond girl in his lap, wasn't that the American Dream? Normally, he would wait to exchange jokes and what not, but not today, he had places to be.

Moving to another table, Rick slid into the table housing Eddie, Rose, and any other person his mind was too distracted to take note of, "Hello guys and gals," he said, "You guys didn't happen to see Ellie or C. run through here have you? Kinda need to grab them for a super secret, awesome talk about a super secret, awesome project," He said before taking a bite from his apple.

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Alana smiled leaning back into Jordan's arms. She smiled brightly at his comment of Fashion. "I'm so excited. I missed designing ocer the summer." She truly did. But she missed the praise she got from her designs more. She had a schetch book filled with designs she couldn't wait to show off.

At the arrival of Luca, Lana realized she should probably go. Not that she was worried about losing Jordan to her but she knew Jason much preffered Jordan being with Luca, than with Lana. Hell if Lana was honest he should be with Luca. Lana was too old for him, she was unreliable, and generally unpredictable. She rolled her eyes at Adams quick entry and exit before easing out of Jordans arms "Well I gotta go, I told Rose I was going to come back to sit with them" She said gesturing to Rose and Eddie. "See you later?" She said quickly kissing him on the cheek. She hugged Casey and nodded to Jason as well before she walked away.

Once she got back to her table she glared at Adam "Did you seriously call me lap candy?" said with a scoff. She turned her attention back to Rose. "So what are the hottest blondes on campus next move?" She said with a mischievous wink.

Rose was Lanas go to girl. They shared a real bond as well. Not the sister bond of her and Ariel but a bond of best friends that can only be achieved by a certain large amount of trust. A trust that the two of them shared.
"And where the hell is Ariel?" She asked feeling very uncertain and slightly annoyed that Ariel wasn't there.

When she finally spotted her she stood up and waved her over. She really didn't care who she was with. Ariel was her sister. Whoever she was with could tag along if they wanted. But she noticed her go outside. Lana pouted for a moment but decided to let it go.

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"Hilarious. You guys are absolutely hilarious."

The silence of the mild morning was disturbed by Clara's amused voice and the sound of... Chickens? "How did you rascals even manage to get your hands on this?" Her voice was definitely more amused than angry, her hair a mess as she stepped out of her dorm. This is perhaps the usual sighting for a child of Hermes, for the children of Hermes did not even attempt to ease up on their pranks even in their own dorms.

Except for the chicken under Clara's arm. But of course, she wasn't even going to bother finding the culprit, save for the sound of laughter that rang out through the dorm, so typical in the dormitory filled to the brim with booby traps. She had to admit, the one she had created this morning was child's play compared to the usual tricks, but whichever victim that fell to the cold showers that she had tapped with the night before was going to get a morning surprise. "You know what? I'm going to keep this." Whoever the culprit was, she'll get them eventually. For the moment, she was going to have to subdue the newest addition to their dorm she had found in her bed this lovely morning. Poultry Science would be rather useful right about now.

Taking one last look at her very own "collection" that piled its way toward what could be called a tiny hill in her dorm, filled with random objects, some she did not even remember "borrowing" from others. Of course, makeup, jewelry and clothes made up much of the pile, thanks to her war with the famous Aphrodite Barbies. Without even much of a morning preparation, she took quick strides out of the dorms, making sure as to not fall into any more morning surprises along the way. The bucket of glue above the door is the oldest joke in the book, but she was sure someone was going to fall for it sooner or later. With the chicken under her arm "bocking" away, she was definitely a sight to see, but that was nothing compared to the sight of Zeus' statue, rising high and mighty with his precious canoe paddle. "Clever." Her voice was accompanied by the agreeing bock from the chicken, or at least what she believed it meant.

"What say you to some breakfast, Mr. Bock?" Believe it or not, Clara was actually starting to take a liking to the chicken. Now, she did not know what the academy rules were regarding pets, but this one was a keeper. With strides quicker than most, she was at the cafeteria within minutes, the sound of chaotic socializing filled her ears as the morning scene of the academy unfolded itself before her.

"So how's your breakfast..." "....Still hungover? "...by the way I got this new nail polish that will look crazy cute on you". A faint smile of interest rose on her face at the faint sound of the last line of conversation she caught as she picked up the tray on her right. Of course, the voice belonged to one of the school's Barbies, one who will regret she had named her possession in Clara's presence, given that it was probably her duty to mess with the Aphrodite children at least once a day. But at the moment, the food required her attention even more, grabbing nearly as much as she could, muffins, waffles, piece of chocolate here and there, and definitely do not forget the banana. The tray was filled with the food she actually planned on finishing as she walked toward the sight of her partner-in-crime that had caught her eye a while earlier, finishing the banana along the way, nearly dropping the chicken as she placed the banana peel discreetly in the corner by the door.

"...happen to see Ellie or C. run through here have you? Kinda need to grab them for a super secret, awesome talk about a super secret, awesome project," She had caught onto the latter part of Rick's question as she approached the table, placing the chicken onto the table as if it was everyday occurrence. "Before you even begin, I believe you can count Ellie and I in." She spoke with much confidence as she gave Rick a winning smirk. She did not believe for one second that her half-sister would pass up on a good first day of school prank. And Rick had not failed her in her belief that he had a master plan for the first day of school. But before she could ask him more about the "super secret, awesome project, the chicken that had at first quietly sat right beside her started making its way toward the Dionysus child, Eddie. She wasn't about to let that happen. It was her chicken. She immediately jumped up from her seat, leaning over the table to grab at the tail of the chicken before it jumped higher than she thought chickens would jump, right onto Alana's lap, (Or who she likes to call Barbie Number One, who appears to be looking out for Barbie Number Two) who just happened to sit down as she did, and before she could even take note of what was happening, the chicken made its mark along her pants, save for the fact that, to her relief, it didn't use her bed in the morning as its bathroom.

"Ooooh..." Clara was definitely speechless for a second before regaining that mischievous smile on her face, a faint chuckle letting loose from her lips, "You know, as much as I would like to say that was intentional..." She was not laughing a little too hard to finish her sentence. And with that, her day was definitely made.

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Jordan waved Alana off with a dazed look in his eyes before regaining his composure and turning to the conversation at hand, taking Jason's orange juice for a sip before replacing it where it was. Casey smiled after Alana giving a faint wave. Jordan was not too happy with Rick for calling Alana a lap warmer, but what could he say? She was pretty.

Jason smiled at both Rick and Luca as they joined them, then lot Rick. Jason loved Rick, in a bromance sort of thing, not in like love love. That was saved for a special daughter of Zeus that Jason had difficulty talking to. He smiled as Rick made the comment about a lap warmer as that is all Alana is sometimes. That, and a girl always looking to have a bit of fun. Jason and Jordan both gave Rick a nod as they both knew they would definitely stop by Rick to get what he said to get.

Jason looked to Luca and said, "We didn't go. Jordan and I weren't if we'f know anyone." Jordan's eyes widened as he looked from the table to Luca then to the orange juice, not wanting to make eye contact and give himself away just in case he couldn't keep a straight face or something. "Yeah, you see, I had to finish some lyrics for a song," Jordan explains hoping that the excuse would pass by Jason which it did. Jason jut nodded, accepting the answer as if it was completely obvious.

"I didn't hear about it until a half hour before it started. I didn't have anyone to go with to make sure I knew people, so I just didn't bother trying," Casey says with a smile. She wasn't upset she missed it, but she wasn't happy she did either. It would have been an opportunity to meet and interact with people that she would need to live with.

"So, was that guy that came over the supplier?" Casey asks Jordan and Jason who both nod. "Yeah, that's Rick. He's a child of Hephaestus and a guy to go to for any trick you might need," Jason says with a wink as he sits back, careful to not spill his orange juice as he took a sip.

"So with capture the flag going on and all tonight, when are they having the bonfire?" Jason asks nobody in particular as he fiddles with a pick he carried on a necklace.

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Camden, hardly the sort to do anything even resembling sleeping in, has in fact been awake for a good amount of time by 8:30am. Of course, he spent most of that time, after getting dressed and showering, and eating as well, reading. To him, reading frequently and expansively is the first step towards a greater mind. Of course, his arrogant streak has him believing that he, if not already a great mind, is incredibly close to this rank. He reads a book that he had found in the school library, The Secret Life Of Pronouns, which, despite sounding a bit like an elementary guide to parts of speech, in fact talks about the significance of speaking techniques and syntax when it comes to reading a person's personality. Subjects like these, in which what may have seemed trivial can in fact be very telltale about a person, have always fascinated him. He likes to get into people's minds, simply put.

Camden might have read all the way up until it was time for him to leave for class, had he not glanced very briefly out the window, only to see Ariel walking past his cabin on the way to the cafeteria. While the son of Athena has already eaten, he has no qualms with visiting the dining hall for a second time if it means a morning interaction with the girl, whose ability to manipulate compares to his, and looks probably only make it easier for her. The student marks his page with an artificial feather and tucks it into a bag, which of course contains papers and a few other books and journals for classes. Just before leaving his room to go and join Ariel, and likely Elinor as well, among others, Camden is distracted for a moment by a bird that swoops by. He has constantly wished, himself, for the ability to fly- certain that he would hardly make the mistake for which Icarus is known. Daedalus, after all, was a son of Athena, most say, or a favorite at least, and he managed to use his wings properly.

Unfortunately, Camden is not much for inventions. Not dwelling on this, he finally leaves the cabin, taking the familiar path towards the dining hall. This is his fourth year of attendance here, and will be his final in the high school program. The young man has actually yet to decide whether he will attend university here, or in a better known school. He has the next semester to decide, fortunately, and isn't the sort to push things off too long, really. There just needs to be something to tip the scale of his decision making.

It soon becomes clear that the boy needn't even enter the cafeteria, as Elinor and Ariel are actually sitting underneath a tree just outside of it. Walking towards them, Camden raises a hand in a brief wave, smiling. "Good morning, Elinor, Ariel," he greets them politely, taking a seat near them. He's not overly concerned about grass stains, really, mostly because he has chosen a spot that appears to be mostly leaves.

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While a very practical girl, Poppy sometimes has the tendency to stay up later than she ought to [usually working on a project] and then sleep in the next day. However, the girl had resolved to be on time for the first official day of school, especially given that it is starting a bit later in than it does on normal days. Thus, the daughter of Hephaestus manages to wake up a bit before 8:30, with the help of at least three alarm clocks- two of which she had made herself a few days ago with the sole intention of making ones that would force her out of bed in the morning. One simply rolls around the room, needing to be caught, and the other creates a lock box around itself as soon it senses a bit of movement- and must be told a joke in order to turn off. If asked how she designed that one, Poppy would likely offer no answer. She had made it on a whim, and the fact that it functions properly is a miracle even to her. The joke has to be a knock knock joke lasting a certain period of time- those are the criteria for the noise to go away, anyway.

Getting ready to leave isn't a huge process for the young woman. Poppy had showered the night before, so she is clean, and she doesn't really put on makeup or spend a long period of time trying to decide what to wear. Rather, the girl simply gets up, braids her hair off to the side, and puts on denim shorts, a black tank top, and an open button down over it. And she wears the same black boots almost every day, and can't be seen without her toolbelt, even when she's not using it. Some people have joked that it's super glued to her hips or something along those lines. Poppy responds only with a grin. By the time Poppy has gotten ready, she can hear the music, which had previously been blaring, click off. Or maybe it had turned off a bit ago, and she has only just noticed. Regardless, that means Rick has already left the dorm. She's joked to him before that he's going to make her go entirely deaf.

The journey to the dining hall is not long. While Poppy's limp can make it difficult to run at times, she does walk at a fairly decent speed. It simply requires a bit more effort on her part, but one would never catch her complaining about her limp. Anyway, she reaches the cafeteria in good time, and spots Rick, with a group of others. Her first instinct, naturally, is to go and sit with him.

So, she does, smiling at her half-brother whilst quietly slipping into a seat at the far right, so that she can hear people in her good ear, "I'm surprised you're not the one a bit deaf, considering how loud you listen to your music." She says this in jest, naturally. Somewhat in the distance, Poppy notices Cyrus and smiles at him, waving hello.

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As she was seasoning up her eggs, Alana breezed through, dropped off her things, and then pecked her cheek with a promise to return. Rose shook her head in response as Rick popped over in her peripheral. She shook her head when he inquired of the whereabouts of his companions, but painted on a face of one who was insulted.

"Super awesome plans...? I want in! Were you at the party last night? Can't remember who I actually saw..." Not being able to remember who she was making out with last night was at the tip of her tongue, but Rose bit it back and took a delicate bite of her muffin instead. Last night's party...damn, that was awesome!

Not long afterward, Alana returned to her seat and Rose grinned in response to her friend's inquiry. Honestly, she had no idea. Junior year was supposed to be busier; she had probably three dance performances this semester, volleyball season was starting, and classes were going to be hectic. She shrugged at her best friend.

"I don't even know...looking fabulous as always," she offered with a suggestive smirk, tacking on a wink while she was at it. "What else is new? And um...what was that...over there?" Rose gave a pointed look over in Jordan's direction. Even if Lana wasn't comfortable enough to discuss her relationship status at the table, Rose was going to get it out of her.

One way or another.

Rose nodded politely when Poppy sat with them, offering her a bright smile and a wave, but kept her main attention on her best friend.

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While Eddie waited for a friendly face to appear he contented himself with playing with his glass of water. He gave the glass a tap and the water seemed to blossom with colour as it converted to orange juice. Eddie took a sip, made a face and then tapped the glass again. This time the colours took on a pale pink colour and on taking a sip Eddie felt the delightful tangs of Rosé Wine. Yet, not wanting to be drunk on his first day of classes he once again changed the liquid, finally settling on a new combination of flavours that faintly reminded him of raspberries mixed with pancakes.

It doesn't take very long before more of Eddie's peers begin to enter the cafeteria. The first to grab his attention is Elinor, the mischievous daughter of Hermes. Rather than sit inside Elinor chooses to head outdoors, waving to Eddie as she passes. Eddie returns her wave with an easy one of his own, a piece of toast still clasped in it. Next into the cafeteria, or at least the next to earn his attention, is his very own half-sister. Rose, after picking her own breakfast from the large selection, came over to Eddie's table, sliding happily into a seat. "Wassup, love? Still hungover?" She asked. Eddie laughed at her suggestion and shook his head,
"Dear Rose, have you forgotten that Father has blessed me with immunity to hangovers?" Eddie joked. He had been surprised to find that his half-sister didn't share his immunity to hangovers, he'd just assumed it was a given for Dionysus' children. However, he didn't have long to dwell on the differences in powers of the two as they were shortly joined by Alana. Alana took a seat with them, asked if either had seen her half-sister Ariel and then, on seeing the Apollo twins, headed over with the promise of returning soon.

However, her spot was soon replaced by the appearance of Adam Hayes, or Rick has he preferred to be called. It seemed everybody was looking for someone else as Rick question the two children of Dionysus whether they had seen Ellie or C. While Eddie wasn't too sure who 'C' was, he was happy to reply his knowledge of Elinor.
"Elinor came in not long ago and then headed outside." Eddie told him, nodding towards the doors. However, his question as to who ‘C’ was, was answered fairly quickly by the arrival of Clara who had, oddly enough, a chicken clutched under an arm. She assured Rick that she and her half-sister would be in on his secret plan.

Fearing that his food was going cold with all this chit chat, Eddie took a large bite of his bacon sandwich. His eyes followed Alana as she left the Apollo twins and returned to their table, accusing Adam of calling her lap candy. Eddie, despite having a mouth full of food, gave a snort of laughter. He gave an appreciative nod to Ricky as Alana turned her attention to Rose. Then found his attention caught by the chicken Clara had brought. It was pecking its way towards Eddie, only to be stopped by Clara a moment later and then flapping onto Lana’s lap.

Eddie nodded a greeting to Poppy. While Poppy wasn't a particularly close friend of Eddie's, he still enjoyed her company when they happen to cross paths. However, Eddie's main attention was drawn to Alana and he waited with held breath to see her reaction to the little 'present' that the chicken and left her on her lap.

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Rick let his shoulders slump at the information of where Ellie had sneaked off to. If she had gone out the back that meant there was roughly two, maybe three, places she could be hiding at, but since it was the first day; his instincts were telling him she was at the tree overlooking the cafeteria, but there was a chance he was wrong... well, no there wasn't, he wasn't sure why, but he always had a knack for finding Ellie. It was a feeling as if he just *knew* where she was, but however he could do that wasn't really worth pondering on, or he was too afraid to ponder on the why, either way worked. Kinda.

"Rose, love," Rick said adopting her manner of speaking, "You couldn't handle my super, awesome secret plans," Pausing to rub the stubble on his chin, "Party? I was there for a couple hours. I left sometime between one and two. Why? What I miss?"

Whatever answer he would have heard was interrupted by the arrival of one of his very mischievous friends, "C! Glad you're on board because this is going to be awesome," he stopped to glance at her chicken walking around the table and couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't fry that chicken up and serve that to him.

The beautiful blond woman; he may have kinda-sorta insulted a few moments popped up with a not so friendly glare. Shrugging at the glare and accusation, "I calls them like I see them, but look on the bright side, you are a very pretty lap candy. I mean, Rick continued, "someday I hope to look half as good as you do on some pretty girls lap, like Roses or C's," he finished pointing out the girls in question.

Before he could really dive more into how great he would look adorning either girls lap, Rick couldn't help but notice Poppy sitting to the far right, no doubt because of her hearing and couldn't stop the large smile that swept across his face at her quip about his musical preference during work, "Sorry, sorry," He said waving it off, "The shop is a little creepy at night, what with the numerous shadows created from the junk, the hanging sharp pieces of metal... Music distracts me from thinking about all the monsters, that do exist, that want to eat me," Rick was going to ask how her leg was, but something C said caught his attention.

Intentional? Rick, of course, chose this time to take a large bite from his green apple when he looked just to see the white splotch on Alana's shorts, and he couldn't stop it. The fits that raked his ribs as he tried, in vain, to control his laugh, but as he knew he would, he failed and sucked in pieces of apple down the wrong pipe which ended in a very painful half-laugh, half-coughing fit. Not able to stop the laugh or the coughing, Rick put his head against the table as he tried to get in a small breath between either of them, "Can't. Breath."

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Jason frowned as he watched Alana from across the cafeteria, his eyes following her hands as she was practically begging Eddie to flirt with her, or probably prove Jason right in his assumption of a sl*t. "Excuse me, I'm going to go make sure Rick can fix those arrows that you broke," Jason says to Jordan with a wink before standing. Being a child of Apollo and having the ability to act was more than a blessing, it was a key to living. Jordan gives a nod and points to Jason as he agrees with his brother.

Jason moves away from the table, tray in hand as he walks over to the table where he only liked two or three, maybe four people. As he walked up to Alana, he gave her a friendly smile. "Hey everyone. Alana, I just wanted to give you this. Jordan was going to but forgot, so I came over as I was already on my way," Jason says kindly as he offers her a small little wrapped box. "I like the new look for the shorts by the way. Also, don't open the box just yet," Jason advises with a wink before turning to Rick, hoping the guy wouldn't recognize the little box that had been one of his projects he had helped the twins on.

The box had been one of their first team collaborations years ago. It was a small little harmless thing that would result in a slightly scared person. It was just a thing that could use the surrounding light to make an image of your smallest fear in the box. When Jordan had given it to Jason, the brother had seen a spider and had freaked when the thing moved, then realized it was just a fake thing. Alana would probably see a bug, get a bit freaked, drop it, and run off before having Jordan or Eddie go get it for her. Not a big deal. Jason felt slightly saddened that he couldn't come up with something like his brother could to get at someone. Jason didn't want to pull a larger card like dying her hair or painting her face blue, for that would result in Jason probably not getting out of bed for a few days with all the revenge that could potentially come his way, from Jordan.

Alana would be able to tell right away it wasn't Jordan who gave it to her, but who cares? Jason was okay if she figured it out as long as Jordan didn't get too mad.

"Hey Rick, I forgot to tell you, I need someone to fix some arrows that Jordan broke. I'd do it, but they just don't fly the right way sometimes," Jason says honestly and with a relaxed form. "Dude, are you choking?" Jason asks with a somewhat smile. He gives a laugh as he hits Rick on the back right where he knew he needed to thanks to his studying of medical stuff. "Later," Jason says before leaving the cafeteria to go get his glasses. Contacts weren't always optimal, so glasses were a good thing. Some people might imagine a person shooting a bow with glasses wasn't a good idea, but Jason could out shoot them and make them shut up rather quickly.

Jason hoped that Alana would at least stop flirting with other guys considering how Jordan thought what they had was somewhat serious. Jason could see it otherwise. Maybe he just saw it that way because he wanted to, or maybe it was that way. Whatever it was, Jason didn't like how Alana toyed with his brother and was willing to at least mess with her to try and discourage her. Hopefully she wouldn't try to mess with Jason back... she definitely knew how to anyway.

With that, Jason made his way to his room rubbing his eyes rather frustrated.

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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





Cyrus watched from the sidelines, as usual. For a moment, he wished that someone would have greeted him, but he quashed that thought in an instant. That was pathetic. He watched the tables but suppressed the urge to frown when he saw Rick and Ariel both enter the cafeteria. He didn't care for either of them, though he did not know Rick too well, truthfully. Ariel, however, he disliked for her use of her powers to manipulate others for her own ends. Why couldn't Camden see that she was a toxic person? They were both sons of Athena. Surely they could both perceive things clearly. Was she using her powers on his brother? He would have to observe Camden in the future to find out.

He looked up to see Poppy wave at him and he smiled slightly. He liked the daughter of Hephaestus. She was honest and realistic. Not to mention she was extraordinarily gifted. In his opinion, she surpassed Rick in everything he did, but he kept that thought to himself. Deciding that he had spent enough time sitting alone, he took a seat next to Poppy.

"I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night," he commented, looking at Rose in particular. He swore, if she ever succeeded in making him dance, he'd let Alana dress him for a week. Speaking of Alana. He looked at her shorts in pity even as Rick couldn't stop laughing. However, he frowned as she changed publicly and flirted with Eddie. He knew she always did this, but Jordan was his friend. He resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at Jason's appearance, but said nothing as he gave her "Jordan's gift."

"Alana... I know this is the way you are, but Jordan has a huge crush on you. You are in the position to break his heart in a million pieces. So, don't toy with him," he stated.

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Robyn awoke with the sun shining in her face. She groaned at this and sat up in bed taking her a second to realize where she was. After that the blonde pushed herself out of the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. You could say Robyn was never a morning person always preferring the night than the day. After she got dressed Robyn quickly made her way out her room heading down the steps of the dormitory seeing no one else foyer but that's what she expected since she woke up a bit late.

Heading towards the cafeteria Robyn shoved her hands in her pockets rolling her shoulders. She wasn't nervous she was just taken back by some of the sweet smells that came from the cafeteria. It made her stomach turn a little bit before it settled down. Upon entering the cafeteria Robyn scanned all around looking for someone to sit with when her eyes fell on Casey, the twins and a blonde chick walking away from the same table. She smiled to herself walking up to the line. She looked at all the food and made a funny face scrunching up her nose a bit.

She was never a heavy eater in the morning and so seeing all that food her stomach didn't quite approve of the sight. She grabbed a green apple and a bottle of water and made her way over to Casey sitting next to her. " Yo, Morning guys." She said in a cheerful tone as she took a bite out of her apple. Robyn looked around once more noticing Adam over at another table. I'll say hi later, I don't feel like getting up. After that quick thought her mind trailed off to someone else, Alaska. She had actually taken a liking to her and wanted to hang out again but she didn't see her yet this morning.

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"Morning," Gwen announced, softly, curled on top of her bed's covers. She peered through the curtains of the Hades dorm, at the sunlight struggling to pierce through the heavy, velveteen cloth, and lifted a hand to drag them back. The ghosts that tended to haunt her at sun-down had been particularly nasty last night, moaning stories of death by drowning, fire, murder, poison, and asking her for a second chance at life--as if she could actually give such a thing. She hadn't slept at all and their cold, barely-there fingers and her sleeplessness had left her with a dull, cold ache that seemed to emanate from deep within her bones, accompanying the more natural, throbbing ache of her muscles from her dancing at last night's party.

Gwen moved to stand, swinging one leg after the other off the bed. Her bare foot brushed momentarily against the smooth, icy marble floor, before encountering something sharp that pricked at her toe. She frowned and bent down to examine the pointy, metallic object. Her frown only deepened when she recognized it as an earring, delicately crafted out of fine gold wire and bent into the shape of a heart in order to frame and hold a similarly-shaped rose-colored gem. She sighed. It most likely belonged to one of the daughters of Aphrodite. Most of her fellow demigods knew not to leave stray bits of jewelry or metalwork out anymore, but it seemed that a certain daughter of Aphrodite had left her jewelry-box open this morning. A quick look under her bed revealed another gold earring, completing the set, and a fine layer of metallic dust that might've escaped from the academy's forge. Gwen had arrived at the Academy a week prior to the first day of class and, already, bits of metal close to the earth's surface had begun to crop up in the surrounding area, easily found by shifting thin layers of soil aside. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus were probably ecstatic.

Gwen set both earrings on her dresser table and entered the bathroom for a warm shower. After returning from it, she exchanged the simple dress she'd worn to last night's party for a white lace sweater and capris. She slipped the earrings into the pants' side-pocket, planning on returning them to their owner, retrieved her bag from the corner of the room, and stepped out into the hall of the Hades dorm.

The dorm was already completely vacant: her half-siblings all seemed to be early risers, waking and slipping away at dusk. She felt a mixture of disappointment and relief at this. Some of her half-siblings were more than a little annoying, what with their constant attempts at provoking her, but others were rather comforting, offering her a sense of connection and quiet companionship. She stepped through the hallway quickly. The Hades dorm, unlike the other dorms, always seemed to give off an air of oppression to Gwen. The place was made out of cold, dark marble and filled with looming shadows and illusions of gems and bones and, while pranks were constantly played on the other dorms' statues, no one ever dared to take Hades's dident or Helm of Darkness. She skirted around her father's statue, throwing it a lingering, dark stare full of deep dislike and blame before exiting the dorm.

Possibly because of her fatigue, the walk to the cafeteria was longer than she remembered. Her limbs felt heavy and drowsy and she wondered if she could possibly forgo breakfast and simply get a cup of tea or coffee before going to find a nice place to nap instead. Spotting Ariel sitting with Camden and Elinor underneath a tree, Gwen made the unpleasant observation that the gold jewelry Ariel wore bore a heavy resemblance to the set of earrings in her pocket. Camden and Ariel were a well-matched duo, as far as Gwen could tell. Both were far too manipulative for her liking and she avoided both as often as possible. Her mouth formed a straight-lined grimace in distaste at her predicament, and, without much ceremony, she brought out the earrings and walked up to Ariel.

"Yours?" Gwen asked, arching an eyebrow in question.

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Poppy smiled back at Rosie, and nodded, still smiling, towards Eddie, returning the two students' brief greetings. She isn't particularly close to them, acquaintances more like, but the two strike her as nice enough, and she has no problem with greeting them, naturally. Besides, she is semi-distracted by scooting to the side to let Cyrus into the table. The girl is glad he's joining them- the son of Athena sits alone often, she observes, and it would do him some good to be drawn as far away from his evil half-brother, Camden, as possible.

Alana then proceeds to take the attention of the table, rather typical of a daughter of Aphrodite, and Poppy looks away in a semi-awkward manner. She has no problem with Alana's forwardness, of course, but there seems to be this slick aspect to it that she doesn't mesh well with. Alana is Rick's friend, perhaps, but not Poppy's, really. Of course, Rick proceeds to break into a fit of laughter over the white splotch that had been on Alana's shorts. The two half-siblings are similar, perhaps, in the way that they laugh. In this case, Poppy merely smiles a bit, not finding it quite as funny as Rick, though still relatively amusing.

When Jason walks over and hands Alana a box, Poppy eyes it curiously. It's certainly familiar, and she can place it as having been in the cabin forge at some point. Of course, she had never asked about it, and therefore doesn't know its purpose. The glint in Jason's eye can give her a couple of pretty decent guesses, however. Maybe a stink bomb, a rat, something that reaches out and chops off someone's hair- the possibilities are nearly endless, if it had been a collaboration between Rick and the Brooks twins, which Poppy suspects it was.

The daughter of Hephaestus remains content to watch everything in silence, though she can't help but give Cyrus a curious look when he mentions Jordan to Alana. It's something she's sort of noticed, but not being close with the Brooks or Alana, hasn't really cared to become involved with. In fact, she's somewhat surprised that Cyrus is choosing to make any sort of intervention regarding it. She's friendly with him, but perhaps doesn't know him well enough to make such predictions regarding his behavior. And, anyway, Poppy works better at figuring out machines than people. "Class is starting soon, isn't it?" she observes, voice at a normal volume. She may not be particularly loquacious, but nor is she soft-spoken.


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Fairly soon after his arrival to the group, Amelia, aka Miss "Holier than thou" passes by. Ariel doesn't miss the chance to make a snide comment, which is to be expected given the hardly subtle hostility that always crackles between the two of them. Amelia's retort is, of course, somewhat pathetic to all who witness it- which would mean Ariel's friends, of course, making the group a bit biased. Camden raises an eyebrow, agreeing with Elinor's observations about what can only be called Naivete on Amelia's part. "She's just a bundle of joy in the morning," he adds, sarcasm clearly signalling agreement with Elinor's remarks. The daughter of Zeus is undeniably powerful, and competent, but there is this naive aspect to her which Camden rather dislikes. This sense of self-righteous moral superiority, or something along those lines. It's just irritating, really- and that's coming from Camden, perhaps the most arrogant child of Athena, an infamously proud goddess.

The group is added to by the arrival of Kyle, the son of Demeter with a rather obvious crush on Elinor, despite the fact that their age gap leads to them not attending the same school divisions. Honestly, Camden finds Kyle a bit annoying, and the fact that plenty of people have labeled him as creepy does little to help this negative opinion of the seemingly introverted boy. Something about him just screams would-be-stalker, and Camden, naturally, looks down upon the boy. Still, he doesn't say anything. Not explicitly, enough. A brief look of disdain sends clear enough a message. He really doesn't understand what Elinor, a perfectly intelligent girl by all means, sees in the awkward, fidgeting thing.

He is happily distracted by Leslie who, despite having much stricter morals and clear dislike for most of Camden's other friends, is the son of Athena's closest friend. He is, in fact, the only one who has heard even a whisper about Camden's life outside of the academy- certainly the only to know anything about his mildly abusive father, who makes Camden seem like a humble little lamb in comparison.

"Morning, Leslie. How uncharacteristically judgmental of you," Camden shoots back teasingly. The two are equally proud, and nearly as equal regarding their tendency to judge other people. He watches as Leslie sits beside him, noting the fact that his expression seems strained. He can guess why, and is quickly confirmed when Leslie mutters something about sitting so close to the Dining Hall. "We can move, if you like. Class'll be starting soon, anyway," Camden responds, standing up. Leslie is perhaps the only person he cares about enough to be willing to move for the sake of.

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Eddie had to say that he appreciated Alana's way of dealing with a little *ahem* chicken shit. Instead of getting into a huff, she leaned down and changed from her spoiled shorts to a skirt. "Hey Eddie, don't you think my body looks great in this?" Alana asked, casting a flirty look towards Eddie. Eddie nodded, he wasn't about to deny that.
"Best legs in the school." He replied with a grin and a wink, enjoying the way that Lana was looking at him. He always enjoyed flirting with the Daughter of Aphrodite.
"So I feel we should do something naughty. I want to start this year with a boom. A hot, fun, naughty boom. And you two." Alana said. Eddie raised an eyebrow, wondering what she had in mind. His eyes followed the blonde and she got up and walked over to Eddie, draping her arms down his shoulders. No doubt about it, this was the life. Eddie felt a pleased smile appear on his face, no doubt he looked like some love struck teen, but that was the effect Alana usually had on people. "Or we could just have a hot fun party and save the naughty for a private party later." She breathed into her ear. untangling herself from Eddie, Alana then proceeded to hug Rose before ordering the Dionysus siblings to get to making a party.

It was as Eddie was opening his mouth to reply that Jason popped over, greeting the table as he gave Alana a box and warned her not to open it right then. It was a curious gift, but Eddie shrugged, surely people gave Alana gifts all the time. He once again prepared to reply to his friends when again Eddie's attention was drawn away from Alana, this time to Cyrus who had quietly sat down with the group, or at least Eddie had to assume so. He hadn't actually noticed Athena's son until Cyrus had spoken up. Then again he had a perfectly good excuse given that his attention had been held by Alana. "Alana... I know this is the way you are, but Jordan has a huge crush on you. You are in the position to break his heart in a million pieces. So, don't toy with him,"
Eddie glanced from Alana to Cyrus and then over towards the Apollo twins with a questioning glance. From Eddie's perspective his and Alana's flirting was rather innocent flirting. He had hardly been offended when Alana placed herself on Jordan's lap, but perhaps Jordan's feelings were more than his own. His own took more of a friendly inclination, although he never missed an opportunity to playfully flirt with her. It was as he was thinking these thoughts that Poppy spoke, reminding the table that classes would be starting soon. Eddie nodded, "Yeah, and unfortunately I promised Amelia that I'd attend class today." Eddie said, aiming his words at Alana, "Might have to postpone being naughty until after class." He added giving Alana a wink.





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As Amelia sat at the table she was greeting with warm welcomes from Max and Simon. Simon grinning and indicating an empty seat.
"Of course not... I hadn't even noticed, I was completely captivated by Simon." Max replied, glancing momentarily at the louder group before back at Simon. Amelia hid a smile at his words and obvious affected for the other boy by taking a bite of food.
“Some might call it intense, others lunacy, but you have to admit they’re quite entertaining. They even have their own livestock, and which of us can say that?” Simon added, even chuckling as he glanced over to the other table.
"Undeniably the most entertaining thing I've seen this morning." Amelia agreed, raising an eyebrow as Alana's request for some 'naughty fun' drifted across the room. Amelia may have been on friendly terms with Alana (rather a surprise given Amelia's enmity with Alana's sister), but that didn't mean that she agreed with everything that the girl did or said. Of course, she doubted Eddie would mind Alana's forwardness or request for fun. Stifling a laugh Amelia turned her attention back to her own table.

"Are you both looking forward to classes?" She asked, knowing that both Max and Simon were in the university division of the Academy with her. "I think we have Power Control first." She added. Amelia rather enjoyed Power training. For one thing it took place at the training fields, which being outside were a lot more enjoyable to the indoor classrooms. She also liked that here the students were free to use their powers. While she might not be allowed to call up huge storms, she was allowed to create lightning without fear of being reprimanded for it. Besides, it would be a good warm up for when the played Capture the Flag later. Amelia glanced up at the large analogue clock that hung in the cafeteria, checking the time. Classes weren't far off starting, she should have time to finish eating and then she would make her way to the training zone.




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It was only shortly after Ariel had joined Elinor under the tree that Camden joined them, greeting the two girls with a wave and smile, "Good morning Elinor, Ariel."
"Morning Cam." Ariel replied, gifting him with one of her more genuine smiles. It wasn't long after Cam's arrival that Amelia wondered past the group. Ariel couldn't help but make some comment about the girl, the two had been at each other's throats since Ariel's first week after all. Luckily, Ariel felt especially secure at the moment considering she was surrounded by friends who didn't have a particular fondness for Amelia either. “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” Elinor said, responding to Amelia's remark about manipulation, “All those pesky morals equate to a giant stick up her...Hey, Kyle.“ Ariel smirked at Elinor's agreement before nodding a greeting at Kyle. The two were on friendly terms, but Ariel knew that Kyle was someone easily manipulated so friendly only went so far as she could use him.
"She's just a bundle of joy in the morning," Camden added, his statement thick with sarcasm.

However not everyone seemed to agree with their sentiments. An unwelcome voice chimed in a moment later, "Perhaps because it is a bad thing." . Ariel frowned slightly as Leslie joined the small group, he was hardly her favourite person and in fact he only seemed to be on friendly terms with one of their party, Camden. Indeed, Camden was the only one he greeted or even acknowledged after his first sentence. "Good morning, Camden... Always surrounding yourself with these people."
Ariel's eyebrows shot up at that, "And yet you still take a seat with us, uninvited I might add." Ariel replied to the boy, even if Leslie's words weren't meant for her. She had to question him somewhat, why would he sit with them if he despised most of those there?

However Ariel was saved from having to consider Leslie for any longer by the sudden appearance of his half-sister. The quiet girl was holding out a pair of heavy gold earrings, "Yours?" . Ariel glanced from the earrings, which she immediately recognised as her own, to the girl holding them out for her. "Still can't control your power, can you?" Ariel said, her tone falsely sweet and caring. She even favoured Gwen with a small smile as she took her earrings back, "Or have you taken up thievery?" Her smile changed from friendly to a sneer and her voice took on a biting tone. Of course, Ariel knew of Gwen's powers and knew it had probably been them that dragged her earrings from her jewellery box, but that was hardly the point. Ariel usually either completely ignored Gwen, or simply cast judgemental looks at her. She rarely went out of her way to harass the girl, only now doing so because Gwen was there. Indeed, Ariel didn't even attempt to use her powers to intimidate Gwen, what was the point when Ariel simply didn't care?

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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





Cyrus frowned slightly as Alana seemed to ignore his comment. At least Eddie had reacted, though he seemed more confused by it than anything. He couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he probably wouldn't refrain from flirting with Alana with Jordan in the room. At Poppy's mention of classes, he nodded in agreement. He would rather not be at the table should Alana open up the box Jason gave him.
Whatever it was, Cyrus did not imagine for a moment that it would be pleasant. If he had to guess, it was meant to be a message for Alana to stay away from his brother. Cyrus couldn't fault Jason with trying to protect his twin, though he wasn't sure if Alana would see it as anything other than Jason pranking her for no reason.

"Let's go... Perhaps we should go remind the others," Cyrus noted, watching as Amelia sat next to Simon and Max. He rather liked Simon. The son of Hades was an interesting person once one got to know him and Max seemed decent enough. However, he frowned when he caught sight of Ariel speaking with Gwen. Judging from her body language, Gwen didn't look to be enjoying the conversation.

"I hope you improved your powers over the summer, Rose," Cy stated, smiling slightly at his friend. She truly lit up whatever room she was in. Simon was lucky that he held her affections. He turned quickly, hoping Alana did not sense any remnants of his old crush on Rose. He did not need to deal with that. Particularly, he noted, when he noticed he had a small attraction towards many of his peers, which was quite silly and not something he needed anyone knowing.

He stood up and walked towards Gwen, giving Ariel a polite smile and nodding at his brother before turning to the Gwen, "Good morning, Gwen. I was just looking for you. I'd like your help in finding an old harddrive I need to bring into class today. As you may or may not know, it is partly made of silver like many other electronics so it should be quite easy for you."

It was an obvious lie, but it was an excuse for Gwen to leave the others. It was a pity Gwen did not have Power classes with him. Her powers would be fascinating to compare and contrast with Simon's.

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"Thanks." Rick coughed as tiny bits of apple dislodged themselves from his throat, the pat Jason gave him proving to do the trick allowing precious oxygen to flow back into his lungs. Too busy regaining his breath, he wasn't able to inform Jason of his no weapons policy, but it was too late as the younger boy left the cafeteria after handing Alana a rather unappealing box that had gained some infamy around the school, and one of his earliest works. Personally, Rick was a little disappointed that it did not take long for news of that box to travel everywhere to the point where many students knew what it was just by looking at it, or they were all overly suspicious of all wooden boxes which was reasonable given the history of the academy.

Rick just prided himself on being one of the few people to never look in the box. He created the box, created the enchantment that would cause it, but he had never tested it as it wasn't really his but the twins. It may have been one of his works, but it was their idea, so the box was theirs until they no longer had need of it. It was pretty nifty as should it ever get lost or 'misplaced' it will find it's way back to it's owners. Hopefully Alana would find it as hilarious as he did, but he highly doubted it.

"Alana... I know this is the way you are, but Jordan has a huge crush on you. You are in the position to break his heart in a million pieces. So, don't toy with him,"

Rick raised an eyebrow at that and had to stop himself from singing the party pooper song. If it wasn't Cyrus' problem, why stick his nose into it? That just caused drama which he really didn't feel like having to watch as he ate his murderous green apple. Sure, in Jordan's shoes, Rick would be fuming at her flirtatious attitude, but he had long ago accepted he was an extremely jealous person, and if Jordan didn't want a girlfriend who liked to flirt then he really picked the wrong girl. Plus, Eddie was harmless, sure if he ever wanted to he could probably steal someones girlfriend before they had time to bemoan their lost love but that wasn't really Eddie.

Luckily, the party pooper didn't want to stick around leaving a little after Poppy had asked her question, on that note, Rick shrugged as he wasn't really looking forward to their first class, "No idea. Might have to make another frying pan," as last year the instructor demanded he make a weapon superior to his fellow 'siblings' who were also skilled in the craft, so Rick gave him a frying pan. The instructor was far from happy, but on the flip side, the frying pan was effective.

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“You are definitely my favorite chicken now.”

Then again, Mr. Bock was her only chicken, but even so, after having used the Aphrodite child as its bathroom, Clara was going to upgrade the chicken’s name to Super Bock. Practically diving to grab the chicken from the Barbie that was definitely creepily smiling at her, she was sure even her chicken was happy to be rid of the blonde that she didn’t think was too happy with her chicken… Or her.

“C! Glad you’re on board because this is going to be awesome,” with that, her attention was momentarily directed toward the Hephaestus child on the side. “Whatever it is, it will have to wait until..” She gave Rick a meaningful look, flickering her eyes toward the direction of Alana. She’ll have to take care of the mess her chicken has created for the morning.

”Listen I know that you might get… lonely but I highly doubt that chickens are allowed here. I would recommend eating outside where animals belong next time.” Wow. Talk about Ms. Bitchy. Clara had to shake her head, having put the chicken in her lap as she sat down at the table again, picking up the muffin from her entire tray of food. She had already caught a sight of the child of Zeus, Amelia, on the side and was hoping to her own father that the rule-enforcer was not going to say anything about her new friend. Even through Alana's insult, Clara was never one for a full-on verbal fight, and thus simply ate her muffin listening to the conversations of others, attempting to block out the Aphrodite child that practically changed in an entire cafeteria of students. Whatever the girl said to her, she was going to get her back with different methods afterwards. “I guess I should thank you I forgot how good my body looked in this.” With that, Clara had the piece of her muffin go down the wrong pipe, going into a coughing fit just as Rick was doing on the side, but her from over-exasperation.

“I think Super Bock would look better in that than you. Wouldn’t you say so, Super Bock?” She was getting rather fond of the chicken, actually attempting to speak to it. A “bock” from the chicken was interpreted as an agreement by her, who chuckled slightly at the Barbie in front of her that went back to her flirting, seeing her take out her phone. “Mm. Let me guess. Calling reinforcement from Barbie Number 2?” She could practically guess what the text was about, and she was getting out of there in case Barbie Number 2 decided to pay the cafeteria a visit also.

“Whatever you’re planning, Rick. Find me in… Poultry Science.” She had literally just remembered what she had randomly chosen for her major for the year, giving a wave toward the Hephaestus child she could see was also leaving. “Well, Super Bock, looks like you’ll be with me for the day. She was definitely going to try and convince her teachers that to do well in Poultry Science you actually needed… Experience? Even so. Super Bock was going to make a nice addition as her partner in crime.

With light steps, it didn't take her long to walk across the campus, catching sight of the different people walking through, taking notes of which possessions she was going to get her hands on soon afterwards. And it also didn't take long for her to catch the sight of her own half-sister... Cuddling up to Barbie Number 2. And. Walking away.. No matter how much she cared for her sister, she was still going to keep out of sight of the other Barbie. She has probably pissed over one too many for the day.

"Just you and me, Super Bock. This is exactly why she was taking too much delight in her new friend. It didn't disagree with her or argue with her. At least, not to her interpretations.

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If there was one thing Alana hated it was being guilted. Between Cyrus, Jason, and the othe membes of the group, she was feeling seriously trapped. She took the box that Jason gave her and studied it closely. She knew Jodan and Jordan wouldn't give her this. He gave her stuff all the time. She loved the stuff he made. It decorated her room at the dorm and at home. But she slid it in her purse anyway. She heard Cyrus's comment and quitly said. "If I was a good person I would let him go.". She ran her hands through her hair and began drowning out conversations. She heard what Eddie said and smiled at him but no longer felt like flirting. She felt like she wanted a hug and if she was honest she wanted it from one of two people: Ariel or Jordan.

She stood, brushed her skirt, and flashed everyone a charming smile before looking at rose and saying "K babe, I'm going to walk Ariel to class but I'll see you in class right. Wanna meet there?" She waited until her back was turned to al of them before biting her lip. A rare sign of nervousness in her case.

She walked over to Ariel just in time to hear what Jason said. She held in a hiss as he and Gwen walked by. Once she stood in front of Ariels group she fowned "Who the hell did he think he was talking to?" She said. A rare instance, since of all the descendants of Aphrodite she wa the best at charm speak and keeping up a charming demeanor. Alana was a rare instance since she used her powers all the time. She recovered and started egngaging her powers again but even with her blonde hair was blowing around her, her tan skin glowing, and curves evident it was obvious she was unsettled. Even with the sigh of perfection in front of them she knew Ariel would be able to tell something was wrong. Call it sisters intuition or blame it on the fact that they were not just sisters but best friends as well. "Hey I'll walk you to class. " She said sliding her bag strap up her shoulders "Wait until I tell you what Claras latest scheme was. Hint, it involves those absolutely gorgeous tweed shorts we picked out together." She nodded solemnly.

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Rose was distracted.

While her friends always entertained her and she adored being in their presence, her mind kept drifting to Zeus' dormitory where her brother might not even be. Normally, Rose didn't worry too much about him during breakfast time. In truth, Roy didn't like being woken up in the morning, which was why his schedule dictated that no classes started before eleven in morning. However, this was a very important year.

It was his last year and he was worried.

About her.

Roy was already getting ready to apply to both the academy and a few other career opportunities that one of his mentors advised him to. But his brain was focused on the prospects of Rose being alone for an entire year once he has graduated. Forget the fact that Rose learned to defend herself a few years back - forget the few moments where she did allow herself to get violent and drop-kicked a guy for grabbing her arm too tightly. No, he was worried about his little sister - not Rose, the strong woman.

Rose nearly jumped when Alana spoke to her. She flinched when she heard her best friend's voice, eyes focusing again on the table of friends and the food she didn't really eat. She smiled tightly to Lana. "Yeah, sure. No problem." Suddenly, Rose wasn't interested in anything other than finding her sibling and she hurriedly excused herself to go find him, grabbing an apple on her way out of the cafeteria.

A few minutes later, Rosalie entered the swimming pool room. A small smirk tugged at the right corner of her mouth when she approached the edge of the pool, staring down at her brother as he floated on his back in the water. She placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head and amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You're up early."

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Time: 9.45am

Classes have started for the students.
The University students are currently in Power Control situated in the training courts.
The high school students are in either English or Maths class.




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The class had started 15 minutes ago. The teacher, one Mr Frank Solomon, had first greeted the returning students warmly, obviously pleased to find the majority alive and relatively sane. His instructions had then been to enjoy the first day of classes. He had given them several options, each designed to help them get out of their holiday funk and get back into the swing of things. Set up at the further end of the training courts was a collection of targets and dummies, ranging in shapes and sizes. Some were stationary and some would move when in play. All offered a good place for students who wished to exercise control and train their precision with their powers. Closer to him, where he could watch and make sure that nobody went overboard, were the sparring areas. These were places where students could have mock fights against each other, using their powers to defeat their opponents. Of course, actually hurting anyone was against the rules, hence why Mr Solomon was hovering nearby. As usual for those not inclined to fighting, tables had been erected to the side to allow students, usually Athena and Hephaestus' children, to but their brains to the test. In between each area other students had come up with their own lesson plan, each stretching out their powers in their own way.

Amelia had been inclined to head down to the set up of dummies. There she, and the other students who had picked the moving targets, were busy decimating the Academy's population of stuffed targets. With a grin Amelia sent another sizzling bolt of lightning flying towards the dummy, reducing it to a smouldering heap of ash in seconds. Her hands were buzzing with miniature lightning bolts, the air around her seemed to be giving off a slightly static vibe and she couldn't help but smile. She sighted down the range again, threw her hands up in front of her and sent a flurry of lightning bolts flying towards a target set up halfway down the range. It exploded in an eruption of smoke and Amelia turned her attention to the next target. This one popped out of the ground on her left side, moving forward on it's mechanism. It was shaped like a mythical hall hound and ran low to the ground. Even so it didn't stand a chance as Amelia sent another bolt of lightning flying at it.

She took a step back from the moving targets, both to let her peers have a go and to catch her breath. Power control was undoubtedly one of Amelia's favourite classes. Where else was she able to use her gift without the fear of hurting another person? After all, lightning wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to be hit with. She loved the feeling of it's power racing through her and had to resist going overboard. As she caught her breath, Amelia glanced around the courts. She spotted Eddie lounging on the sidelines and couldn't help but shake her head. She knew that his powers weren't really the active, fighting type. They were dangerous in their own way, or they could be if he trained them, but she understood his fear about losing control of them. Insanity wasn't something easy to control. But, he'd never learn how to if he simply sat and did nothing. With a shrug Amelia turned her attention back to the targets.




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Ariel sat at the back of the Maths class, choosing to block out most of what Miss Francis, the teacher, was saying. Class was really not her thing. She would much rather be out socialising, or attending VIP events. Sitting here was not her idea of a good time. So instead of tuning into the lesson Ariel was staring at her nails, tapping each finger nail with her opposite hand and changing the colour with her powers. She had always been glad that her power over make-up extended to her nails. It meant that she always had the perfect nail colour and didn't have to spend money on the actual polish, not that money had ever been a problem for her. Ariel had just settled on a pastel green for one hand when she was jolted from her thoughts.

"Miss Lee, are you paying attention?" The teacher, Miss Francis asked across the silent room. Ariel glanced up from her hands to find Miss Francis staring at her, her arms folded across her chest and her own unpainted nails tapping quietly against her opposite arm. Ariel felt no fear towards the teacher. How could she when the woman was wearing a hideous floral dress matched with a pair of last seasons sandals? "No Miss. I was doing my nails." Ariel replied, smiling serenely at the woman. Miss Francis stared at Ariel, not quite sure how to react to the girl. It was obvious that she had never had Ariel as a student, or she would have let the comment go. As it was Miss Francis was willing to give Ariel a chance. She cleared her throat and pointed to a particular problem on the board, "Please Miss Lee, what is the answer to this problem?" Ariel cast a lazy look at the board. There was no way she could answer that. So instead she called on her favourite weapon, her powers. Subtly was the answer and Ariel had mastered that long ago. It was slightly harder at the Academy given that here powers were common place, but that didn't make it impossible. "I don't know Miss." Ariel replied clearly, giving Miss Francis her best smile. Then, with a mental push she thrust a collection of emotions at Miss Francis. Miss Francis, about to frown at Ariel and no doubt tell her off, suddenly paused. Her face took on a content expression as she turned her gaze from the question to Ariel. Miss Francis gave Ariel a kind smile and shook her head. "Well then. That's alright. We'll move along." She said before rubbing the problem off and turning to the next one.

Ariel rolled her eyes at Miss Francis' back. She hadn't been much of a challenge. It had only taken a small amount of happiness, contentment and acceptance to make her change her tune. Really, Ariel would never be able to grow her power if she was forced to solely manipulate people as weak minded as Miss Francis. However, she had another year before she could legally leave the Academy, so it would be another year until she was able to step out into the world and put her considerable talents to good use.

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Lex had awoken earlier than the sun had risen this morning, no alarm needed to help with that. After climbing out of bed, Lex rummaged for an outfit to wear for the day, eventually finding one that consisted of a plain white t shirt, a pair of old, worn Levi's, and his favorite pair of work boots. He had turned in rather early the previous night, avoiding all of the start of the year parties and celebrations. As a matter of fact, Lex had gone to bed as soon as he had unpacked all of his belongings.


Today though, was the first day of the year, another year that, if anything like the previous ones, promised to be a good year. Lex had spent the majority of the morning exploring the Academy's grounds, as he often did. Earlier, he had seen Poppy Malandra, his closest friend here at the Academy. He was tempted to go approach her when he saw that she was sitting with Rick, her half brother. He breathed a sigh, narrowing his eyes at Rick. It wasn't a secret that he didn't appreciate Rick's company, despite Lex's reluctance to badmouth him, so he decided that it'd just be better for him to wait on his meeting with Poppy. He had stood there for a moment, eyeing the group at the table, looking to Poppy many times before heading back to his dorm and spending the remainder of the extended morning shut away, reading Gulliver's Travels, by Jonathan Swift until it was time for Power Control to begin for the college students.

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It was 9:40 in the morning when Alexander had made his way into the area that the Power Control class was being held. He had nodded in greeting to the teacher, Mr. Solomon before making his way to the side, away from the students coming into the class. Lex recognized a number of his peers, but even fewer to which he knew the names of. Taking his attention away from the students filtering through, was Solomon's beginning-of-the-year introduction. From his proceeding instructions for the day, Lex could tell that it was just going to be a day for the other students to get back into the run of things. This son of Ares, though, had taken it upon himself to train rigorously throughout his summer holidays. So naturally, Lex felt a want to put his training to the test.


After Solomon had given the students permission to go and do what they wished amongst each other, Lex had immediately headed toward the sparring area, passing several of his peers, including one of the girls he had seen around the Academy for as long as he had been there, Amelia Sterling. Other than that though, he didn't see anyone else that he thought would appreciate a greeting from him, nor did he see anyone he thought he would appreciate greeting. Not even Poppy, who was busy at the far end of the clearing, working on something of hers at the table.


Entering the sparring area, Lex soon paired himself up with an opponent named Mark, a child of Hermes. He had sparred with a fair amount of Hermes children and he felt that he had a pretty good idea of what to expect from this one. They had agreed on the prohibition of weapon usage and were intent on facing one another using only their powers and their physical ability. They approached one another and clasped each other's forearms before making their way back to the starting point.


Lex made no hesitation once the spar had begun. He knew that his opponent would try and use his enhanced speed in some way or another to defeat Lex, so his plan was to allow him to attack him, and put up a strong defense so that Mark would wear down quickly. Lex made to grapple the waist of Mark as he had sprinted to the side of him, but alas, he had sprung a second too late, for Mark had spun around and leaped on of Alexander's back, placing him in a choke hold. This surprised him, being as Mark was at least 50lbs lighter than him. Unphased though, Lex reached around and grabbed Mark by the scruff of the neck and hurled him several feet forward. With the child of Hermes's increased agility, he was able to land on his feet, in a crouching position. He was about to spring once more when Lex had closed his eyes, in hasty concentration to trigger some form of anger within his opponent. Smirking, Lex looked on as Mark had stumbled forward, a twisted expression on his face as he stared at Lex. Immediately, he could tell he was successful in hitting a nerve. It wouldn't be long at all before Mark had lost all form of self control and attacked Lex full force. He was ready, and within seconds, Mark blinked, refocused, and charged toward the son of Ares. Suddenly though, a face far in the distance behind the young man who was sprinting toward Lex. It was the face of none other than Ms. Poppy Malandra smiling not at Lex, but in his direction. He blinked just in time to see-- WHAM!


Mark had burled straight into Lex, almost knocking him down. Instantly returning to the spar, Lex grimaced in pain as he bent forward, putting him in a tight headlock. He quickly found the opportunity to spin Mark around and wrap his arms around his body, heaving him upward and squeezing while at the same time, muttering soothing Greek phrases into his ear. For some reason, this usually helped other demigods calm down after being angered on account of Lex. Soon, Mark would stop his struggling and start breathing slower, letting Lex know he was coming back to his senses. He released him, allowing him to fall to his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath. It was all over within a minute. After he regained his composure, Mark stood and shook Lex's hand. They exchanged the usual "good spars" before Lex had turned his attention back to where he had seen Poppy. Despite his embarrassment of being caught off guard, he had hoped that if anyone, that Poppy had seen his victory over Mark. For some reason Lex couldn't explain, he felt that if Poppy were to have been impressed with even that one spar, that his entire summer of training would've been worthwhile. Whether this was the case or not, he would begin to make his way toward her, his head down, but his eyes locked upon her.

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Power Control. The single most boring class in the entire Academy. What use did he have here? Usually he was just shoved off to the table to 'brainstorm' projects, but he could do that in the comfort of the shop. His current 'project' was already underway, and the only really question left was did Rick want to power it using technology or enchantments? Both had their advantages, and he was always hesitant to use enchantments as many of his devices can have their 'enchantments' tampered with which could be fatal, but if he went the technological route then he would, most likely, need to grab Poppy, and it wouldn't last as long.

Turning his head to a sudden flash of light, Rick idly watched the daughter of Zeus, Amelia Sterling sending bolt after bolt of lightning at targets. Her power had always fascinated and taunted him. Her talents were beautiful, very deadly, but remarkably beautiful as lightning had a certain flare that all the other powers in the academy just lacked. A certain majestic power which probably explained why most grand deities in human mythos had power over it. A sword would.. no, not a sword, a spear would be better. Watching her movements, the way her body bent and muscles flexed, the occasional bead of sweet that rolled down her skin as his mind measured, calculated, and conjured ideas.

Grabbing a large piece of paper and a pencil kit; Rick started to draw. The pencil flew across the paper, his eyes darting from the sheet to the daughter of Zeus as the picture started to take form. As he worked, his mind went over possibilities, of her body shape, her powers, materials, and design. Imperial Gold? Celestial Bronze? No, Silver. Silver fit her better; it had a certain purity that gold lacked and while it wasn't as strong as the other two, it would better suit her lightning power as there was no conductor better then Silver. The light that would be reflected from it would befit a child of Zeus, despite how pathetic Rick found the personal morals of the God in question.

The spear could not be made of wood as it would not mesh with her powers, no, a Celestial Bronze spear with silver veins running throughout the Bronze shaft to conduct the lightning and let it run along the spear. Swiftly drawing the spear, and the hand and arm connecting it, pausing only to examine Amelia to better grasp the shape of her arm and hand, he drew the lightning crackling from it as well as make a note above the spear, 'Return to User', the spear, once thrown, would return to her, and it would be her own 'Master Bolt'.

Moving from the spear, he went to a shortsword that would hang from her hip, much like the spear it would be of Celestial Bronze with silver veins running along the blade to better channel her power, but compared to the spear; it would not be as grand, but it would serve it's purpose. Of course, how he was supposed to get his hands on that much Celestial Bronze was of little consequence as these weapons, and the armor would never see the light of day; merely a picture brought upon by a bored mind.

Moving his hand, Rick started to sketch the rest of Amelia making no effort in hiding his constant, lingering looks at her, the armor would be Argentium Sterling Silver allowing it to be tougher then pure Silver which, while beautiful, was too soft, but Argentium Silver would allow it to keep its splendor and grant it strength. While it would be stronger then other silver this armor wasn't, primarily meant to protect but to empower her lightning based powers. The arm-guards and greaves were simple to draw as they were the least important pieces, in terms of decoration, with small engravings covering their surface reminisce of a lightning bolt splitting the sky. The breastplate was tricky as he was sorely tempted to make it just cover her upper torso and leave her stomach exposed in part to give her a certain amazonian look and another part simply because it would be incredibly hot, and he decided to go with it; the only real question left was one he would have to leave to his imagination, was she an outte or an innie? Rick was leaning towards innie.

Tapping the pencil against his lips, Rick continued to follow her with his eyes as what to put on the breastplate and what to do with the helm and shield was just out of his reach, the bolt of inspiration on the edge of his mind.

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"Our powers defy all logical explanation."





Cyrus really couldn't help but watch Amelia from his position towards the side. He didn't really need to give the chess game he was currently playing his full attention. The child of Hephaestus he was playing was a good chess player, but he made obvious mistakes. There was something primal about the way she directed lightning. The air crackled around her as though she herself was a living thunderstorm. In moments like this, he could believe that she truly was the daughter of Zeus.

"Hey, Cy. It's your move. Are you going to stop checking Amelia out or what?" his opponent teased him. Cy rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the chessboard and moving his bishop forward. He smiled slightly at his opponent's crestfallen expression.

"Checkmate. I'm going to ask Mr. Solomon if he will allow strategy video games. Total war is a lot more realistic than chess."

Cyrus glanced around. Alexander seemed to ahve improved over the summer. He wondered what it would be like to fight him. The son of Ares definitely had him beat in strength. Poppy and Rick seemed hard at work building and designing contraptions respectively. He smiled slightly at Poppy's project. She knew it annoyed the professor, but she still took the time to build a gift for her cousin. He gave Poppy a nod of acknowledgement. He decided he'd wait for her to pause in her work before talking with her. He knew how delicate her projects could become. He stood up and grabbed a towel from a rack near the training court and approached Amelia.

"You've gotten better over the summer," Cyrus noted with an approving smile, offering the towel, "However, in a real battle, you still need someone to guard your back. Monsters have a way of hiding while you use your powers and attacking when you're exhausted."

His tone was almost wistful. He had never been on a quest before. He sometimes wished that he was given one if only to prove to his mother that he deserved to be called her son.

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Breakfast had seemed so strange. The vast array of personalities even made Elinor feel a bit uncomfortable and she was the sort who thrived on that sort of thing. Maybe she was just feeling restless. The normally adventurous girl had been laying low the past few months, canoe paddle notwithstanding. After the heinous prank of last year, Elinor had been warned to be on her best behavior. Something she had abided by for the most part but all work and no play made Ellie a dull girl.

So in response Elinor once again lived up to expectations by not attending the first day of class. Sure, she’d get in trouble. A written warning would be delivered to her with threats of punishment if she stepped out of line again. That was all well and good and Elinor would heed the warnings…another day. For now there were plans to be made, things to do and people to see. Chief on her list, Rick.

She knew that he was in power control but considering his power she didn’t expect to find him locked in heated battle. Hopefully Elinor would have a chance to talk with her friend without being thwarted by other students or teachers. The demi-god with enhanced celerity had taken to speeding across campus until she came to the area that held the upper class-men practicing their power control.

Coming to a complete stop, she did her best to tame her hair and dress before sidling up next to Rick, doing her best to remain inconspicuous. Attempting to peek at his sketch she gave up and cleared her throat so as to announce her presence. “Hey there, stranger. Heard you were looking for me.” Elle said in a dramatic whisper, a mischievous glint in her green eyes. “What are you working on, or is it top secret, for your eyes only?” She asked a bit more seriously.



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Simon wasn’t always keen on power control class and usually spent most of it alone. Most people didn’t want to spar with someone whose power was controlling the creatures in the shadows or able to read their well-being through their aura. Thankfully they were both thing that didn’t require an actual partner.

Lifting his pants legs as he sat on the ground cross legged he attempted to relax and gain focus. Simon was going to try and read the rest of the classes’ auras but he’d have to clear his mind of any distraction if he wanted to really have a go at it. Of course his mind kept going over breakfast and more specifically the conversation with Max. Simon was very nearly sure that the younger boy had been flirting with him and not just as an act of kindness.

It wasn’t as though Simon was a complete novice; he’d been in relatively few relationships with both of the sexes and found himself equally comfortable with both. He tried to imagine himself being in a relationship with Max and blushed at the ease at which it happened, his gaze unconsciously seeking the other boy out. Shaking his head slightly as if to clear his head he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.

He would just start with his shadow manipulation instead. From his spot below the bleachers he slowly began to allow the darkness to grow and thicken spreading outward from beneath the bleachers. To anyone else it looked as though there were a pulsating, rippling sphere of darkness obliterating the corner of the training courts. For Simon it seemed no different visually, having perfect vision in the dark was an added bonus and it also allowed him to see the strange creatures that inhabited the darkness.

Ghoulish spirits, ethereal specters and shadow animals came and went, attempting to communicate if he allowed it. They could sense power, the bit of him that was marked by Hades and they obeyed him as if he were his father. Today he let them pass without a word and instead slowly rolled back the darkness allowing light back in. He just didn’t have it in him to have a conversation with a modern day cenobite.