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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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"Good fight. The sort that merits keeping your head in it."

Lex can't help but smirk lightly at Poppy's comment. He raises his head, his eyes adjusting to the position of her face. "Bet I'd still have trouble taking you on though, huh?", Lex responds quietly. He glances to her project as she carefully places the parts into tupperware. He was about to inquire as to what it was, and furthermore, how long she had been in class. Lex finds it hard to believe he would've missed a face like Poppy's, even with all the other students in Power Control. However, his question faltered as he looked around at Rick, Poppy's half brother. He seemed to be drawing something Lex couldn't see. He wasn't sure if Rick hadn't noticed him or was just ignoring him; either way, he was grateful he didn't have to listen to any of his smart comments. He narrowed his eyes as he followed Rick's gaze, which seemed to lead straight to Amelia whom had taken a break from her practice to speak to Cyrus, a son of Athena.


Lex knew of Cyrus and had some respect for him, being as he is naturally adapt with warfare, a trait to be expected being the offspring of the goddess of Wisdom. A sudden random thought ran through his mind, the idea of testing their abilities against each other. Lex eyed Cyrus over for a moment before coming to the conclusion that it might be better if the pair were on a team in battle rather than opponents. Thinking of fighting made Lex look back toward Mark, who was hobbling over to a group of students across the way. Again, he looked back to Amelia and Cyrus, this time observing the girl. He knew that she was naturally a leader, as she showed this when interacting with other students, usually taking charge when others were hesitant.


Turning back to face Poppy, yet another figure caught his eye and stopped him. A young man sitting isolated on the far end of the clearing seemed to be a state of meditation, though as Lex could tell, it wasn't meditation, but Simon Chancellor doing what it is that a child of Hades does. A dark aura was being emitted, surrounding Simon, so even after Lex and Poppy were done speaking, he thought it'd be better if he didn't disturb him. Lex looked down at the dirt for a moment, lost in thought before blinking and turning back to Poppy, folding his arms. He glanced once more at Rick before speaking to Poppy again, offering a weak smile.


"So how are ya', doll?"

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With a feeling of satisfaction Amelia threw another sizzling bolt at a moving target, watching as it shot straight through the wooden construction and out the other side. Once the smoke had cleared Amelia could see the large, scorched hole the lightning bolt had left. Small flames were slowly dying around the edge. She let her hands fall to her hips, taking a moment to once again catch her breath. At the same time she let her eyes once again rove over the training fields. She spotted Lex finishing up a fight with Mark, Poppy fiddling with her latest invention at a table on the sides and Adam Hayes looking straight at her. She tilted her head to the side, attempting to figure out why. In his hands he held paper and a pencil, to which he would glance down every so often to make some addition or adjustment. She couldn't see from this distance exactly what he was sketching, but it clearly had something to do with her. She had thought at first that it had been Rick's infamous black book of favours, but had quickly waved the idea away as the paper in his hands was clearly not black.

Amelia had just decided to put her curiosity to rest and find out just what Rick was doing when the appearance of her friend interrupted her plans. It was a welcome interruption though and Amelia thanked Cyrus as he handed her a towel.
"You've gotten better over the summer," He noted with a smile, "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." He added, a hint of wistfulness creeping into his words.
She smiled back at his advice, nodding at the wisdom in his words. "That's why I wouldn't rush into a fight without someone I trust with me." She lifted her hand up and let a small crackling of lightning appear, the golden-white bolt curling around her fingers, "Although I have been working on a technique that will let me release a wave of lightning around myself." She added. She clenched her fist and the miniature bolts of electricity playing around her fingers suddenly formed a moving shield of electricity, shooting out on all sides of her hand before dissipating quickly into the air before they could reach Cyrus. If she could do the same on a larger scale that would effectively help her guard her back, "It's still early stages though." Amelia added with a shrug. Sure, she could always call up a storm to protect herself, but there was no guarantee that she would be able to control it while simultaneously trying to fight a monster. If she had been gifted with the power of wind control, as other children of Zeus were, she might have been able to create a wave of air. Not that she was complaining about her power. She loved it and wouldn't have traded it for the world.

Amelia swatted away any remaining static, knowing that it was usually slightly uncomfortable for those who had no affinity with the element, "So, have you got a strategy for the Capture the Flag game yet?" Amelia asked a moment later.

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"If there is one thing I will miss when it becomes time for me to cross the River Styx, it will the feeling of a good thunderstorm on my skin."





"That's why I wouldn't rush into a fight without someone I trust with me. Although I have been working on a technique that will let me release a wave of lightning around myself."


Cyrus smiled back at the warmth in her words even as he felt his hair stand up at the use of her powers.Where anyone else would have flinched at Amelia's use of her powers, Cyrus remained rooted to the spot he was standing in. He knew that Amelia wasn't the type of person to use her powers recklessly or endanger others with her actions. Watching her use her powers was like watching a lightning storm. You were in awe of how beautiful it was, but also of how dangerous it could be.

"It's still early stages though."

"Hmm... Perhaps you could use a weapon or item to help focus your powers. It can't be easy to form lightning into a precise shape," Cyrus noted thoughtfully. A moment later, she made the static dissipate. He smiled slightly.

"I don't really mind it. It's kind of exhilerating. You know I like thunderstorms as well."

"So, have you got a strategy for the Capture the Flag game yet?"
Amelia asked a moment later.

Cyrus frowned slight at the questioned. He replied, "I have several, but it depends on who is on our team and who is opposing us. It is a safe bet that Ariel will be fighting against us and if she is, so will my brother. I would suggest fighting Camden from a distance. He has terrible aim and taking him out quickly would deprive his team of his leadership. For that task, I would suggest Jason and Jordan, but he might be expecting that. As for Ariel, she will need someone of sufficient will to resist her charmspeak. I could do that."

He smiled slight, "I do not think she is that pretty. I've never been attracted to the daughters of the love goddess. There are a few demigodesses that are prettier in my opinion. Do not tell Alana that, however. She'd pay me back for that by being insufferable about my own preferences."

He paused for a moment. Just last week, the fifth anniversary of his first and only meeting with his mother passed unmarked and without significance. He did not know what he was expecting. He thought his transition from high school to college would be of some signifcance to his mother. That was part of the reason why he had studied so hard last semester. He scanned his peers traning or working on projects and his mood turned pensive.

"Do you think they watch? I'm sure you've made your father proud. I'm sure he's visited you to tell you this. Sometimes, I think I have my mother's favor in "Capture the Flag", but then I realize I was just imagining it."

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Rick continued to make small little changes and add a detail here and there such as adding color to the picture when Amelia turned to look at him as it let him have a deep look at her face, and so, give more information to work with when it came to the helmet. Everything, and everyone, else around him had long since faded from view as he became absorbed in the task at hand, something he considered a boon and a flaw wrapped into one. In fact, very few people could break him out of his single-minded dedication with their voice alone, and it just so happened that one of them popped up at the table.

β€œHey there, stranger. Heard you were looking for me," A soft voice whispered in his ear, and it took a lot of willpower to not jump at the sudden, and completely, unexpected intrusion, but whatever anger he would normally have felt was gone as his mind processed who it was, Elle, β€œWhat are you working on, or is it top secret, for your eyes only?”

"Nah, nothing so great. Just a doodle, check it," Rick said scooting a little to the left and pushing the paper a little to the right to sit between them, he couldn't fault her for lowering her voice as, more often then naught, Rick was fairly secretive with his projects letting few, if any, people know about what he was up to.

"But look at you," Rick said giving Elle a once over, "Skipping class! So scandalous," he said putting just enough posh on 'scandalous' to sound like certain Daughters of Aphrodite, and he continued going for a southern lady appeal, "I mean, I do declare, Ms. Elle, that you are ruining my good reputation with your unbecoming actions, what ever shall I do with you?"

Just after he finished, another flash of light caught his attention as Amelia surrounded herself with a weak field of lightning and his pencil shot to the paper again adding and changing minor details to the chest piece to better accommodate such a skill and adding a small note over the shield, 'Electromagnetism.' While he wasn't a warrior, himself, Rick could imagine the power of being able to turn a shield into a powerful magnet and then turn it off at will. Perhaps she could turn it on and off to force another warrior to over-swing or pull them off balance, or attract arrows and even bullets to her shield. The power would depend on the amount of power she forced into the shield, and he would have to ensure that her own armor wouldn't be pulled by it.

"Damn Athens kid," Rick snorted, "He is in the way, what do you think? High C?"

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Eddie Greer had been enjoying a pleasant nap on the Training Field stands when the angry voice of the professor broke through his day dreams, "Greer!" Professor Solomon exclaimed as he leaned over him, his hands on his hips and eyes partially closed in a glare, "Why aren't you doing something useful? Even the Aphrodite girl is training her powers, and you're here snoozing."
Eddie followed Solomon's hand towards where Alana was just finishing her training. Returning his attention to Prof. Frank Solomon, Eddie gave him the best shrug he could give while still lying down, "What do you want me to do, coach?" Eddie asked, "I'm already an expert at changing liquids. Do you want me to practise making people insane? Who'd wanna volunteer for that?" The pair had had this argument before, in fact it seemed to repeat every week or so.
"Insanity is no joke, which is exactly why you need to control it." Professor Solomon persisted, "I'm sure we have something constructed that will allow you to practise your abilities without harming anyone. I hate to think what you could do if you lost control." The last part of Professor Solomon's little talk was more of a reflection than a comment aimed directly at Eddie. Even so, it hit a cord and Eddie's light, careless attitude suddenly became remarkably chillier. "Fine. Whatever." He said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. In a swift motion he stood up, almost knocking Professor Solomon off balance as he did. Without a backward glance Eddie turned and walked off the bleachers, leaving the professor to wonder if he had convinced Eddie to practise or simply angered him.

In fact Eddie was neither more inclined to practice, nor angry. The comment about him losing control had simply brought on a more serious Eddie, one that didn't come out very often. He hadn't told anybody about the one and only time he lost complete control of his power and accidentally made his neighbour insane. It isn't something that he likes to think about, much less share. Even the idea of training such a power has always frightened him. Who could say if he could even control it? Eddie glanced around the training arena, seeking anything to take his mind off the thought of insanity. He saw various people chatting, practising and so forth, but eventually his eyes lit upon Alana. Plastering a smile on his face he jogged up behind her and slung an arm around her shoulders.
"You were actually doing work, and on the first day." He teased, "What happened to wanting to do something 'naughty'?" He continued, removing his arm in order to make bunny ears with his fingers as he said 'naughty'.




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Amelia smiled and nodded at Cyrus' advice, making a mental note to look into his suggestions. It always paid to listen to ideas made by Athena's kids since they usually proved most helpful. In response to Amelia's question regarding the game of Capture the Flag, Cyrus frowned before replying. His answer was, as always, comprehensive, although she would have to correct him in his belief that Ariel possessed Charm speak. While the daughter of Aphrodite was very gifted in persuading people to follow her orders, this was thanks to a talent with manipulating people and knowing how to push and pull on emotions to get what she wanted.

Amelia also couldn't help but grin as Cryus admitted to not finding her pretty, nor Alana. Amelia glanced across at the blonde girl, who had just been approached by Eddie Greer. It would definitely be a bad idea to let either daughter of Aphrodite hear anyone questing their beauty. "That's a very brave stance to take." Amelia replied, smiling. Amelia had always thought it was more than just looks that made a person attractive or not, and while Ariel might have been pretty on the outside, inside she was as ugly as they come.

"Do you think they watch? I'm sure you've made your father proud. I'm sure he's visited you to tell you this. Sometimes, I think I have my mother's favour in "Capture the Flag", but then I realize I was just imagining it." Cyrus said a moment later, to which Amelia could only shake her head.
"The first and last time Zeus came to see me was when I was one." She admitted with a shrug, "I suppose they've got more important things to do than constantly watch us." She had always known that her father, as King of the Gods, had to set an example. If he was down here every other day visiting his children, than all the Gods and Goddesses would be. She liked to think that was the reason why he didn't visit. Sometimes a student would receive a sign from their godly parent, but more often than not the kids were left to their own devices.

The whoosh of a spear as it flew above Amelia and Cyrus' heads brought Amelia out of her thoughts. She glanced around and realised that chatting in the middle of the training grounds was probably not the best place. "Maybe we should move to the sidelines." Amelia said to Cyrus, she glanced towards the sidelines and quickly spotted a place free of flying weapons. Said spot was also directly beside Rick, so the move would also allow her to solve the mystery of what he had been doing watching her so intently. She also couldn't help but notice that Elinor Mansell was standing with Rick. She frowned slightly as she watched the pair. Elinor should have been in her own class, but Amelia had to remind herself that she wasn't the teacher. While she might disapprove of Elinor's actions, as long as it wasn't harming anyone else she could let it slide.
Amelia walked a few paces, then stopped and glanced back at Cyrus to see if he was joining her.




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Ariel would have gone to sleep at her desk if she hadn't been concious of the possibility of snoring in class. Maths was the furthest thing from interesting and right now the teacher was doing her best to make it even worse. Didn't the teacher know that it was the first day of school. You weren't meant to do any actual work. She glanced across at the various students in the class. The Hades' kid needed a shower and a change of clothes, beside him sat the blonde girl who Ariel was sure she hadn't seen before. Either because she was new, or else because Ariel hadn't bothered to learn who she was. A few other students caught her attention, but not long enough to distract her from the dull lesson.

With a sigh of exasperation Ariel picked up her bag and pulled the strap over her shoulder. As she pushed her chair back it made a loud screeching sound, drawing the attention of most of the class and the teacher too.
"Miss Lee?" She asked, frowning slightly as Ariel walked swiftly to the head of the room, "Can I help you with anything?"
"I was just wondering if I could go? I think I need to lie down for a while." Ariel lied sweetly, giving the teacher her best innocent smile. Her words were laced with concern, caring and contentment and aimed directly at Miss Francis. Miss Francis looked momentarily angry before a concerned smile appeared on her face. The teacher's hand grabbed Ariel's arm, clutching tightly, "Of course you can. Take as much time off as you need." Miss Francis said, her words almost shaking with emotion. Ariel watched as Miss Francis' face quickly changed from slightly concerned to bordering on manic. Tears welled up in Miss Francis' eyes and the thought crossed Ariel's mind that perhaps she had overdone it slightly this time. Miss Francis seemed to have gone from mildly caring, as Ariel had intended it, to caring too much.

"Get off." Ariel urged, somewhat rudely as she tried to shake Miss Francis' hand off. The situation had quickly gotten out of hand and Ariel was trying not to show any outward signs of worry for the sake of her reputation. Even so, she couldn't help but flinch slightly as Miss Francis' grip increased. In an attempt to make the teacher unhand her, Ariel pushed several more emotions onto her. It was a rather hasty job and might just as easily have backfired on Ariel. Luckily though, the emotions seemed to have worked and with a start Miss Francis let go of Ariel. The teacher took a step back, her hand flew to her mouth and the slightly manic expression was replaced with a sad one. Ariel stayed just long enough to see Miss Francis burst into tears (no doubt the effect of the sadness she had given her), before turning on her heel and quickly making her exit.

She stopped just down the corridor, far enough that she could ignore Miss Francis' echoing sobs. With a frown she pulled the sleeve of her shirt back so that she could see the slowly forming bruise left by Miss Francis' fingers. Ariel quietly cursed herself for losing control of the situation. It wasn't something she did often and she hated to think what the other students would think of her now.

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"If there is one thing I will miss when it becomes time for me to cross the River Styx, it will the feeling of a good thunderstorm on my skin."




"That's a very brave stance to take," Amelia noted with a smile. Cyrus couldn't help but laugh a little.

"The truth often is," he told her, though he was grateful for the foresight not to mention the girls' mother by name. He didn't need her ire. At his question about her father, Cyrus frowned a bit as she shook her head. He had hoped that this was one of the many rules that the Lord of the Sky bent for his own convenience, but it appeared he was setting a good example in this respect.

"The first and last time Zeus came to see me was when I was one." She admitted with a shrug, "I suppose they've got more important things to do than constantly watch us."

"Yes, I am certain you are right," Cyrus told his friend with a frown. He knew that the gods couldn't be there for their children as much as their children or they themselves wished, but it was depressing nonetheless. He was interrupted from his thoughts at the sound of a spear whistling past them. He grinned sheepishly.

"Maybe we should move to the sidelines," Amelia noted, heading for a spot near Rick and what appeared to be Elinor. He shook his head in amusement. Trust a child of Hermes to be breaking the rules on her first day. He followed his friend over to the group.

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Casey watches Ariel with wide eyes, amazed that she would just leave the class. The teacher was a nervous wreck for the remaining ten minutes of the class, sobbing into her arms on her desk. Eventually, some kids got up and left, then a couple others, then Casey. It was too weird, and just downright strange that something like that had happened. With a shake of her head, Casey moves to go down the hall, following her memory in hopes that she'd remember where to go for the next class.

She walked to her room to drop off her stuff from the math class before moving to walk somewhat awkwardly outside to see power training still seemed to be going on. Curious, Casey moved to watch, keeping out of the way as she watched, though some people looked more like they were socializing than anything. Curiously, she watched as Eddie seemed to talk to Alana about something, then Amelia was talking to... wasn't his name Cyrus? Something like that...

Casey gave a small smile and wave as she looked to Amelia, hoping to find someone who knew more of what was going on. "Hey," She says as she walks forward a bit towards before seeing what direction she was going towards and moving to go there too. She didn't know what else to do or where else to go to considering she knew only a few people.

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Jason pauses, his eyes going over what he had just written before relaxing again. His unease of being in the class somewhat present though it wasn't extremely terrible, more so just boredom. He looks down as the teacher asks a question, working to make it look as if he was rather busy though in reality he was just scribbling a random line on his notebook's paper.

Jason was relieved and somewhat horrified to hear Jordan's name getting called out. When he looked up, he saw Jordan lowering his hand which really surprised Jason. He never raised his hand, thought participating in stupid things like class were stupid, hence his vocabulary when it comes to descriptions.

Jordan looked as if he was really going to give a legitimate answer, looking as if he actually cared, before saying, "Is class almost over yet?" Jason let out a sigh as he heard his brother's rather idiotic comment. Class would be over when it was time to be over and when the teacher let them out... not when Jordan asked if class could be over. "I mean, if it isn't... can it be considering it is the first day of classes again and we have capture the flag tonight?" Jordan asks as if thinking his idea to be the best there is around.

The teacher considers Jordan's words, actually considers them. "If you answer my question I will let you go Jordan," The teacher says emitting a groan from Jason. Jordan smiled over at his brother rather smugly before looking to the teacher again. "The answer is simple. The wonderful fellow by the name of Jason was the leader of the Argonauts. Can I go now? Jordan asks with the same smile on his face. The teacher furrows her brow at him momentarily, confused as to how Jordan answered the question. "We aren't even talking about that subject Jordan... What have you been doing the entire time?" The teacher asks, truly amazed at Jordan's guess as the group had been talking about getting back into the roll of English class.

Jordan shrugs and sits back rather bored all over again leaving Jason just amazed even more. His brother wasn't stupid... just idiotic sometimes.


When class let out, Jason grabbed his belongings from Jordan before moving to take his stuff he didn't need back to the dorm. They had weapons class next, which was rather fun considering the two could compete for smaller and further targets.

Jordan moved to go outside, looking around for the teacher and wondering when they would show up out of pure curiousity.