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Amelia Sterling

'Can you smell the electricity in the air?'

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a character in “The Demi-God Academy”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

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      F U L LXN A M E
      XXXXXSól


      A L I A S
      XXXXXSunna Mundilsdotter


      N I C K N A M E S
      XXXXXSunna, Sun "Although I have also been called 'Sunshine',
      XXXXX'Ever-glow', 'All-shining' and many others."



      A G E
      XXXXXAppears early twenties


      R O L E
      XXXXXSol, Norse Goddess of the Sun


      L O Y A L T Y
      XXXXXThe Awakened, The Gods



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D I V I N I T Y
Sol is the Norse personification of the Sun, tasked with riding across the sky on her chariot pulled by the horses Alsvid ("all swift") and Arvak ("early riser"). She brings light, warmth, and life to the earth with her daily travels, while her brother Mani rides across the sky in the night as the Moon. Chasing her is the monstrous wolf Skoll, who, it is said, will catch and devour her at Ragnarok. Solar eclipses occur when Skoll manages to nip at her heels, partially blocking out the sun. As one would expect from a goddess of the Sun, Sol's powers revolve around light, heat, and to a certain extent healing. Along with the usual abilities attributed to the gods and goddesses (longevity, enhanced stamina, extrasensory awareness, etc), Sunna could conjure manipulate light, create fire, and use her warm rays to heal the diseased and injured. Sunlight strengthened her and she glowed faintly wherever she walked.


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X X X X5 ft 6 in or 168 cm X X X X X X X X X X X 52 kg or 115 llbs



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X X X XLight, Golden BlondeX X X X X X X X X XPale Green



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X XX X In years gone by Sol's appearance was distinguished by a glowing aura, a shimmering light that surrounded her person when she called on it. It seemed to grow and glimmer with her mood, almost vanish in the bright, midday sun, and glow strongest in the darkest hour. The golden goddess is now unable to call on this aura, its only remnants seen in the lustre of her golden hair or the golden flecks in her eyes. Even so, without the magical aura there is still a certain lightness to Sol. Fair skinned with large, expressive eyes, and full lips more likely to smile than frown, many have considered Sol a beauty in the past. The only mark on her flawless skin is the small tattoo on her left wrist.

X XX X Like many other Norse gods, Sol has thrown off the heavy clothing of her Nordic past in favour of lighter sun dresses and more modern, fashionable clothing. Her style, if she has one, is simple, comfortable, and tidy. One will commonly find her outfitted in slim pants and a loose jersey, though in the warmer months pants are replaced with floating dresses.

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Q U I R K S
        Never burns in the sunlight; seems to gain an inch in height under the midday sun; can accurately tell the time of day by the position of the sun; loves cats;

T A L E N T S
        A skilled green thumb; gifted horse rider; capable at hand-to-hand combat, decent first-aider; speaks fluent English, German, and all Nordic languages, past and present;

F L A W S
        Trusts too easily; avoids complete darkness when possible; has a hard time letting go of the past;

F E A R S
        There are two things Sol fears above all else. The first is Lupophobia, the fear of wolves, thanks in part to the beast Skoll and his constant hunt. The second is athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten or abandoned.

S E C R E T S
        As with everyone Sol does have secrets, though they are by no means earth-shifting mysteries. Possibly the biggest secret is that she misses the simplicity of human life and the people that were, however temporary, her family.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Sol is, in general, a benevolent deity.
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A S L E E P
      Sol spent 120 years in slumber

A W A K E
      She was one of the first to awaken, regaining her godly memories six months ago.

H I S T O R Y
      Life for Sol started with the Northern Germanic people that would one day come to be known as the Norse. She spent her days being chased across Midgard's sky by the wolf Skoll, and her nights among her brethren in Asgard. She was in the minds of Vikings as they sailed through bright, sunny days on their way to southern raids, and with others from her Pantheon was able to place new roots in America when a group of Northern explorers found themselves washing up on the new continent. America offered new opportunities for the gods and for a time Sol had naught to worry about. Eventually her followers began to die and with them their stories of the famed Sun Goddess.

      Sol put herself to sleep over a century ago, her residue magic helping her slot in to one human family after another with ease. In recent years she was to be found in California, attending university. Sol had parents, siblings, and friends, who were all lost when she woke. It happened one morning with sunlight pouring on her face, the knowledge of exactly who and what she was washing over her in one brief, enlightening second. All her human memories are still present, including the century worth of memories of families and friends long gone. Though she has lived for thousands of years and seen countless mortals die, she misses those she lived with as a human. Even so, with her divine memories restored she immediately picked up the life she had left 120 years ago, starting her search for other awakened deities.

      While Sunna has made contact with many other awakened gods, the increasing support for Loki's group is causing a stir in the divine community. She hopes that those who have joined him will see the error of their ways and return to the right side eventually. Though, for now she is simply focused on waking the remaining gods before Loki does.



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D I A L O G U EXC O L O U R:
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F A C EXC L A I M:
Emma Stone

P O R T R A Y E DXB Y:
Cloud

I N S P I R A T I O N
Inspiration for the aesthetics of this sheet comes from
ibecameinsane and Aurei.

So begins...

Amelia Sterling's Story

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Florence Bradshaw Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Juliette Chandler Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Lex Miles Character Portrait: Elliot Vance Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn
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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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The reverberating echo of a tuneless whistle filled the early morning foyer of the dormitory as Edward Bruce Greer pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. His whistling momentarily faltered as Eddie gazed up at the intimidating statue of Zeus. The Lord of the Sky seemed to glare down at Eddie, his penetrating stare appearing to question why a Son of Dionysus was trespassing on his ground at such an early hour. However, the whole feeling of awe that was meant to be felt at the sight of Zeus was somewhat lessened by the fact that, instead of his symbolic lightning bolt, Zeus' hand was clasped around a canoe paddle. Somebody had obviously had some fun last night. Eddie bit back a smile and gave Zeus' statue a solemn bow before making his way across to the stairs.

Eddie had always thought that the dormitory for Zeus' children was a bit too grand and imposing. Even though the marble flooring changed to carpet once you got past the foyer, the odd bust of Zeus or statue of eagles one found standing in various alcoves did little to invite comfort. At least that was Eddie's opinion, he knew Amelia loved her dorm and took pride in it. Eddie was personally fine with anything that had a bed, a decent sound system and somewhere to dance. Which, funnily enough, was what his own dormitory possessed.

His bare feet padded quietly along the carpeted hallway and soon enough he found himself standing outside Amelia's door. He rose his fist, readying himself to knock when the door swung open. Amelia and Eddie both paused for a moment, rather surprised to find the other on the opposite side of the door. Amelia seemed to recover first and gave him an easy smile, "What are you doing up so early?" She asked, stepping past Eddie and closing her door behind her. It shut with a definitive click, locking automatically. "You're normally not functional until midday." She added, giving Eddie a friendly nudge with her elbow. The two quickly fell into step together, making their way back down the corridor. Eddie simply shrugged in reply, a cheeky grin crossing his face. "I haven't actually been to bed yet." Eddie confessed, "The party was insane. I told you you should have come."
"Unlike you, I'm not immune to hangovers and I wanted to be awake and not dying for the first day." Amelia replied. Eddie laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders, "Not all of us can be as gifted as I am." He joked, "Anyway I came to see if you wanted breakfast."
Amelia shrugged his arm off and shook her head, "I can't yet sorry, Principal Chiron just rang. Apparently someone got into the boat shed last night and he wants me to find out what's missing..." As she spoke the pair finished descending the stairs and her eyes found the canoe paddle grasped in her father's marble hand. She raised an eyebrow and continued on without attempting to pull down the paddle.
"One paddle missing. Done. Now come eat." Eddie said, following her out the doors. Amelia shook her head, " I'll catch up with you later, alright?" She said as she walked backwards slowly towards the lake, "And don't miss your first class!"

Waving off Amelia's reminder, Eddie turned and began his lonely trudge towards the cafeteria. He passed the numerous dormitories, each slightly different from the rest. Eventually he found himself at the cafeteria, the delicious smell of a wonderful cooked breakfast drifting from the windows. Eddie pushed the doors open and made straight for the serving section. Nothing escaped his plate and before he'd been there two minutes a mountain of food was piled high. Balancing the food and taking care not to let any slide off his plate, Eddie found a table and sat down. From here he had a decent view of the door so if any of his friends wondered in he'd be able to wave them over.






Amelia had no trouble guessing at who might be responsible for the canoe paddle. She couldn't really be angry at the prank though, as it was almost a tradition to mess with the statue of Zeus. Poseidon rarely got off easy either. At first Amelia had found it curious that it was mainly Zeus and Poseidon's statues that were targeted. However, when she thought about it it made sense. After all you really didn't mess with Hades, Ares was the most likely to come down and kick your ass for playing with his statues (in fact Amelia had the suspicion that his statue had done just that the one and only thing a prank was tried.) Aphrodite's statue always magically righted itself within seconds and the rest were either too nice or didn't care enough to merit being targeted. Of course, some of the others did get the odd prank pulled on them, but it did seem to be Zeus and Poseidon that copped the majority of pranks.

The walk to the lake was a peaceful one. It curled through a small collection of trees, numerous paths branched off further into the trees towards various clearings. However, keeping on the main track eventually brought you to the lake. Well, lake was only half true. Somehow the body of water was connected to the ocean. Amelia didn't know how, but the Poseidon kids had assured her that it was sea water and not fresh water. Whatever water it was it made for a spectacular view. The rising sun struck the lake surface at just the right angle to create a wave of colours. It almost made Amelia want to go for an early morning swim... almost.

Instead she turned her attention towards the boat shed. Nothing looked out of place, the door was shut and when she tried the handle, locked. The good thing about being a trusted student though, was that she was allowed certain privileges. In this case a key to the boat shed. She opened the door and stepped warily inside, doing a quick check for any booby traps. Finding the place safe she glanced around the inside, taking note of the canoes, life jackets and other items stored there. It seemed that the only thing missing was the canoe paddle.

Amelia quickly exited the boat shed and locked the door again before wondering down to the water. Pulling a coin out of her pocket she hit the water with her free hand. The spray of water caught the light and Amelia quickly threw the coin into the rainbow that formed. Instead of flying through, it disappeared and the face of a women appeared in the rainbow's image.
"Principal Chiron please." Amelia told her. The woman nodded and the image of her face distorted to be replaced by the Academy's principal. If Amelia had to describe what an iris message was like, she would probably say it was something like skype. Just without the jumpiness and lag that a bad internet connection might make. Iris messages were much clearer and a much easier way of communicating. Amelia quickly relayed her message to the principal and ended the message by swiping through the picture.

Duties done Amelia stood and gazed out at the lake. She wasn't quite ready to return to the cafeteria, besides there was plenty of time yet before class began. So, she began a slow walk along the shore aiming for the small jetty not too far away.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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"Some say that Olympus is one big party. I would discount this as exaggeration, but judging from the behavior of my kin, there is a rather large kernel of truth to it."




Cyrus woke up early this morning, unlike a few of his "cousins", though Cyrus would prefer not to think of them that way too much. After all, that term combined with the tendency of many of his peers to "hook up" along with his own attraction to multiple said female peers was liable to trigger the incest reflex, a survival mechanism meant to defend the human species from the many genetic diseases incest would trigger.

When he woke up, Cyrus decided to take a shower as the bathroom he shared with his siblings on his floor was empty at that time of day and proceeded to dress himself and pick up the case containing his laptop. It was a custom one his brother, Camden gave to him for his birthday. Its looked to be the work of a demigod. Perhaps a child of Hermes, Athena, or Hephaestus. He and the other children of Athena along with the children of Hermes had worked on a project where the computers on school grounds could network together in a way reminiscent to the internet but without the downside of attracting monsters as it was a closed network. Truthfully, Cyrus felt he contributed very little aside from the initial idea and the mathematics behind it. However, the network proved popular. If he remembered right, someone daughter of Aphrodite was working on a replica of Facebook. Children of Aphrodite could prove industrious if given the right motivation, he mused.

He stepped out of his room an headed down to the main floor, ignoring the many weapons and bookcases he passed as he did. However, on the main floor, he stopped in front of the statue of his mother. He looked at her. She was so regal-looking and ageless, as though she demanded proper respect. Her statue was a lot different than how she acted when he met her for the first time. The way she talked with his father was so natural, so human. He did not know how the memory made him feel so he stored it away.

He headed for the cafeteria and, deciding that he would rather manage his time more efficiently, ordered a blueberry smoothie mixed with nectar. Cyrus felt that fine food such as this, with nectar and fruit from Olympus, was one small way the gods showed their children that they cared, though in an indirect manner. Not to mention Hermes charged a pretty penny too.

He sat down at a table near the corner and booted up his laptop, taking a sip of his smoothie as he did so. Immediately, he opened up Total War: Shogun 2. Total War: Rome 2 had sadly been a disappointment. It was a pity. The first Rome had been far ahead of its time. He chose a multiplayer match and smiled when he saw the screenname of one of his siblings. He raised an eyebrow when they chose the Otomo faction. So they would be using firearms. He chose the Takeda.

What followed was a half hour match where two children of Athena utilized multiple tactics against each other. His opponents use of gunpowder units was masterful, but the Takeda horse archers had a clan bonus, not to mention a longer range. While his horse archers flanked his opponents units, they charged towards his army, but he sent them to retreat in the woods. Nonetheless, it wasn't an easy match. He was unable to avoid many casualties due to the gunpowder units, but, at last, he won.

He closed his laptop and finished off his smoothie. He eyed his surroundings, noting that several people had arrived during his game. He waved at each of his friends/acquaintances and pondered who he should talk to first. His mouth twitched at Alana's actions.

"She likes one twin, but dislikes the other. Twins are a package deal, though," he mused to himself.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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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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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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It was easy to let time run away with you down at the lake. Amelia found herself idly standing at the end of the dock, her thoughts drifting from the approaching day of classes to the evenings game of Capture the Flag. Eventually, with a growl from her stomach, she snapped out of her daze. It was time for breakfast. Amelia turned and began the walk back to the main buildings. She couldn't help but take her time, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of the wind running through the trees that bordered the lake. Eventually she found herself facing the dorms again. She took a quick look at her watch and decided it would be best to grab her books and bag before heading to the cafeteria.

Amelia pushed open the heavy bronze doors and stepped into her dormitory. Inside the foyer the ceiling was a mixture of clear blue sky and dark grey clouds streaked with lightning. Zeus' statue was still attempting to strike down intruders with the fierce canoe paddle. Amelia gave the statue of her father a small smile before continuing on. She was both glad and frustrated at being greeted with his image every time she entered the dormitory. It reminded her both of the many times her father had been absent from her life and of the pride she felt in being his daughter. Yes, two very contradicting thoughts. It sometimes helped her first thought when she found him carrying some strange object. Not that she would admit as much to the trouble maker who had put it there.

Continuing up to her room Amelia quickly gathered the small collection of books she would need today. As it was the first day and her first class was Power Control, she actually only needed the books for her second period class, Chemistry. Tucking the books under her arm she quickly left her room and made her way back outside. She decided to take a short cut to the cafeteria instead of following the path around the dormitories. Her path led her through a small, well tended garden and around the back of the dorms. As Amelia came in sight of the cafeteria she noticed a small group of students a few steps away sitting under a tree. Amelia immediately recognised Ariel and, as if sensing the sudden animosity in the air, Ariel raised her head. The two made eye contact and before Amelia could leave, Ariel gave her an icy smile while her eyes quickly scanned Amelia's outfit, "You would think that the daughter of the Lord of the Sky would be able to afford better clothes." Ariel sneered, her words clear and easily carrying over to Amelia, "But perhaps she's too busy trying to befriend everyone and sticking her nose in everyone's business to worry about her clothes." .
Amelia was used to Ariel's barbed comments, but that still didn't stop the small flush of anger that appeared. "At least I don't have to resort to manipulation to make friends or to get what I want." Amelia replied. She glanced at the two sitting with Ariel, Elinor and Camden. She wasn't surprised to find either sitting with Ariel. None of them were people that Ameila particularly cared for. Before Ariel could respond Amelia took her leave, wanting to put as much distance between the daughter of Aphrodite and herself as possible.

Entering the cafeteria a moment later Amelia headed for the food, pushing her small interaction with Ariel to the back of her mind. She always hated her run ins with Ariel, mainly because she was never sure what emotions were truly hers and what had been manipulated by Ariel. Taking a deep breath Amelia let herself calm down. She picked out food for breakfast; yoghurt, muesli and bananas, and then turned to face the cafeteria. The first table to catch her eye was Eddie's. Seated around it were people that she was on fairly good terms with, although some of their actions were at times questionable. Amelia was a sociable person, but even she could tell that the table was too crowded already. So, she quickly shifted her attention and fell on a table with only two occupants.
"Hope you don't mind me joining you." Amelia said to Simon and Max as she slid into a seat beside the two, "Things look pretty intense over there." She added, glancing over at Eddie's table again. Alana was in the process of draping herself over Eddie, something that the boy didn't seem too upset about. Amelia spotted Cyrus sitting amongst the group and she smiled over at him, happy to see him in a group rather than by himself.

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“It’s dreadful actually. I miss real tea, but I think I just have to get used to it again.” Raising an eyebrow he smiled to his reply, though he was not exactly sure what to say to it. Max wasn't really a tea drinker, more of soda drinker in his own opinion. "Is there a thing as fake tea? The only kind I ever really drink is Lipton." Though it was a joke it was still true, and with out a doubt made Max laugh. In Maxiamus' own way he was pretty goofy, laughing was something that he always found himself doing, even if nothing was funny. Getting tickled easily had to be his specialty. Sometimes he found it strange how he was so drawn to Simon, someone who didn't have much to say and was shy. Max had come to the conclusion that the theory of opposites attracting was absolutely true. He always tried his best to make his friend feel comfortable around him and make him laugh.

“Although it looks like your breakfast doesn't seem like it’ll be much better. Are you excited about the first day of classes or are you dreading it like the rest of us?” It took him a few seconds to register what he meant, looking down at his own plate he understood. Oh-" Cutting himself off abruptly he listened to the slight laughter of Simon, which certainly brought a huge smile to his own face. It made Max feel better about himself knowing that his friend was getting more comfortable being around him. "You have such a nice laugh," Max pointed this out before picking his fork up and cutting into his meal. "I'm so happy school is starting back, I just didn't want to get a lot of food." This time when he smiled he wrinkled his nose, in a rabbit like way, before taking a bite of his biscuit. Max wasn't the smartest by any means, but going to school and learning was always fun to him. "How do you feel about school though? Are you excited? Nervous? About to burst with excitement?" Simon bursting with excitement was another thought that caused him pleasure from laughter. Not that it would be funny to see his friend overjoyed, it'd just be something different. "Seeing you overjoyed isn't a bad thought though, it's actually quite pleasant. Seeing you smile and hearing your laugh always brightens my day."

Max cared about a lot of people and a lot of opinions, but some people just meant more to him; Simon's opinion was dear to him. They may have had their differences, but being able to make Simon smile gave Maxiamus a giant bust of of some sorts. "The best thing about school is that I love going to the class I'm majoring in, I mean dance is just my passion." Dancing was something he could do all day, it brought him so much joy to the point that talking about it just brought a subtle glow to his face. "I think you'd make a pretty good dancer, I men from your body structure and all-" "Hope you don't mind me joining you." Looking next to him he saw who the familiar voice was and smiled. "Of course not!" Amelia, another one of his better friends, a sweet and very smart girl. "Things look pretty intense over there." Looking to what she was referring to, but his attention spanned towards them didn't last long and he looked back to Amelia. "I hadn't even noticed, I was completely captivated by Simon." Simon was always one that Max could get lost into being around, they didn't even have to talk for Simon to get all of his attention, though he didn't even think his friend ever noticed such behavior.

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"Gorgeous dress, I might have to borrow it sometime."

Elinor glanced up at the sound of Ariel’s voice and grinned approvingly at the girl who was one of her closest friends. It was a definite sign of approval if Ariel thought Elinor’s dress was nice enough to want to borrow. It was well known that the children of Aphrodite were very particular about their appearance, which Elle could definitely identify with. “Mi casa es su casa, although I suppose you can substitute closet for casa.” She answered with a shrug of her slight shoulder as she daintily ate a section of her orange.

“So how did the party go? I skipped out early. Any fistfights, breakups or babies born in the bathroom I should know about?” Elinor asked with an air of exaggerated drama, she could only hope that something interesting would happen around here and it’d probably be just her luck that she’d miss out on it. So instead of waiting around for something, anything to happen, she went out and made it happen on her own. Excitement was a commodity that she traded highly in.

Catching sight of Camden she smiled and waved in greeting, happy to be surrounded by people she enjoyed. Elinor always preferred the company of others to being alone and Camden and Ariel were like minded people so it made sense that they would gravitate towards each other. Speaking of people she gravitated towards, here was one that repelled her. The tiny troublemaker watched as Amelia appeared apparently on her way to the cafeteria. She wondered if the daughter of Zeus had even cracked a smile at her father’s likeness prepared for a day on the lake.

A sly smile spread across the blonde’s face as she listened to her friend mock Amelia. While Elinor didn’t care for Amelia, Ariel detested her. It was actually quite entertaining. Listening to Amelia self-righteously denounce Ariel’s nature as “manipulative” Elinor laughed loudly in spite of herself and clamped a hand over her own mouth, blue eyes full of mirth. “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” Elinor reflected pityingly while shaking her head as she dropped her hand back to her lap. “All those pesky morals equate to a giant stick up her...Hey, Kyle.“

Cutting herself off, Elinor put Amelia out of her mind and flashed the new arrival one of her winning smiles. She’d only recently met Kyle as he was fairly new, and therefore quite an interested subject for the youngest daughter of Hermes. Elle, ever the observer took note of his fidgeting hands and bitten lip and felt a bolt of attraction, similar to the shock the statue had given her earlier but a lot less painful. Tossing her golden hair over one of her bare shoulders Elinor lifted her hand to her mouth and absently sucked the sweet stickiness of the orange from the tip of her thumb before answering Kyle.

“Perfectly perfect. I think we were just talking about the party last night.” Elinor replied, glancing from Ariel to Camden, deciding not to mention the little interlude with Amelia. Much to Elle’s surprise people actually liked the girl. Shifting slightly she turned towards Kyle as if she were fixing her whole attention upon him. “I didn’t see you around, better things to do?” A feline grin spreading across her face, letting him know she was only teasing.

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Image“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” In the loneliness of his room he read the words allowed with a smirk before shutting the book and setting it down. Moby-Dick; or, The Whale was undoubtedly one of his favorite books for one reason: it teaches that revenge only hurts you in the end. He finds it funny how the captain tried so hard to hurt a creature, something not even conscious of its actions.

Though the book was good he was done thinking about it for now, it was time to start a new school day, time to get ready for his studies, and time to leave his room. Leslie had been up for hours, he had gotten ready early, finished early, and could just simply just leave the way he was. In his own opinion he looked nice in his black tux and combed over bangs, his opinion was the only one that truly mattered though.

Leslie had never been asleep. It wasn't from nerves or excitement that school was beginning to start again, it was just because he hadn't taken his medication, it seemed that it had just slipped his mind. He had been studying a lot lately, reading, and exercising so much lately that he didn't even remember to take it, he didn't even remember to eat; he never ate often anyways. Even though he hadn't slept he really wasn't tired, maybe because he was use to the nights he hadn't slept as a kid. Regardless the fact of him sleeping or not it didn't seem to show to show much, it didn't affect the way he acted in the slightest. The only clue that he was lacking sleep was the faint blue and purple tints under his eyes, they may have been faint, but they still lingered their with discoloration. At one point they had been puffy, but holding a warm paper towel to them quickly took the bumps away. Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian. Though the quote from the book near him didn't really fit his situation it still rang through his brain as he picked it up and placed it away into a drawer.

Hearing chatter outside his door reminded him that other people were awake now and he could leave his room without disturbing others. Breakfast. The thought made him sick, he hated food so much to the point that he almost throw up every time he smelled it. He had problems with food, which he kept to himself. Moving to the door he opened it, knowing he would head down near the dining hall and having to smell such horrible aromas.

Walking outside he stopped in his tracks when he had her a girl speak, "At least I don't have to resort to manipulation to make friends or to get what I want." “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” As he watched Amelia walk away he kind of cast a rather emotionless stare towards Elinor, "Perhaps because it is a bad thing." Taking steps closer to the group he looked over them, only seeing one he could stomach, his best friend. Seeing him he mustered up a faction of a smile. "Good morning, Camden." Glancing around the rest of the group he would have frowned if they were worth the facial strain. "Always surrounding yourself with these people." His voice took on a softer tone as he took a seat next to his friend. As he sat next to Camden someone had opened up the cafeteria door, causing the smell of food trail it's way to Leslie. He could have gagged, he almost did, but he was able to subside the wave of sickly feelings that were now flowing his way. "Why do you sit so close to the dining hall?" Moving would have been the best answer for him, he wouldn't do it though, he could control his discomfort as long as he needed to.

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“I’m British, remember? There’s not blood coursing through my veins. It’s tea with milk and sugar.” Simon explained ruefully, his small smile remaining in place. Being near Max and subsequently his aura had the benefit of inducing a warm, pleasant feeling for Simon. Of course Simon did his best to not read too much into the aura’s of the people close to him. The young Englishman thought it to be rude and intrusive although at times it couldn’t be avoided.

“School is school I suppose. It’s what I’m good at, one of the only things I’m good at. Wouldn’t exactly call the sensation bursting with excitement. Although the visual seems likes it’d be intriguing.”Simon answered with a shrug, his pale face reddening slightly as he listened to the compliments thrown his way by Max. Simon might be shy but he wasn’t exactly inexperienced. He was very nearly positive that the dance major was flirting with him, most likely out of a sense of misguided kindness or a desire to get Simon to lighten up a bit. It never crossed Simon’s mind that Max would actually be attracted to someone as boring and staid as Simon thought himself to be.

Nodding along with the conversation to convey his interest he absently tucked a lock of his dark hair behind his ear and nearly choked on his tea when Max brought up the notion of Simon dancing. He didn’t dance, not couldn’t, didn’t. As in he has never. The slightly socially awkward boy was never outgoing and the idea of being brave enough to fling his body wildly around while people watched was terrifying.

“Do you see that chicken over there?”Simon asked in mock seriousness, pointing at the table which seemed to be most popular that morning. “It’s bloody Fred Astaire compared to me.” He exclaimed, his accent adding a rigid preciseness to his words. “Although I suppose you could get a good laugh out of it.” He ruminated thoughtfully as he noticed Amelia’s approach. Simon was quite fond of Amelia and considered her a friend, in a way his first friend. She was the first one to attempt to bring him out of his shell and it was slowly and surely working.

With a broad grin he nodded and waved her towards an empty seat. With a low chuckle at her words he spared another glance towards the livelier table. Simon had been watching the comings and goings, the students’ auras melting or clashing depending on their feelings for one another. It was quite beautiful and quite overwhelming. “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?”

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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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“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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“I’m British, remember? There’s not blood coursing through my veins. It’s tea with milk and sugar.” "Since I'm American does that mean coke and bacon run through mine?" Teasing him with a mocking tone, he nudged him playfully with his elbow. "If the tea here is so bad, then maybe you should pack some to bring with you before school starts." For Max there was a few things he always had to bring from home with him: his camera and drawing utensils. Photography was something he really liked to do from time to time, but he would usually draw in his free time. Some days Maxiamus would find himself sitting outside and drawing for hours of nothing but the scenario around him, which he always found incredibly peaceful, but being alone for long periods of time was never something he could enjoy.

"Are you both looking forward to classes? Hearing the question brought a warm fussy feeling to the son of Hephaestus. "I'm defiantly looking forward to classes, especially my majoring class." Beaming from the fact he knew he would get to be dancing for his majoring class was most likely noticeable. "And also," wrinkling his eyebrows he gave Simon an intense, "I was being serious about you dancing. I want to teach you regardless if you want to learn or not." The serious tension in his voice faded with in seconds and he began to chuckle, he still had meant everything he had said. His majoring class he found very simple, maybe because it really just consisted of a lot of different dancing techniques, and all he wondered was what kind of dancing they would be learning today.

"I think we have Power Control first." A dapper smile slithered away from his face. Using his abilities were always pleasant, but he knew after tat later in the day he would be forced to play Capture the Flag. Max was normally good a games like tag and catch, but capture the flag was a completely different story. When it came to fighting others to win a game he was undoubtedly going to lose and freeze up while playing. "Capture the Flag..." His voice droned off into a faded whine as he laid his face onto the table.

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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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Due to the fact that what might be considered the flashier ability of Hephaestus's Children, or at least the one that seems more useful during in the moment combat, has skipped over Poppy altogether, the daughter of the god of forges is sitting at the tables off to the side. Perhaps she would spar, were it not for the fact that the current sparring focuses on, of course, the use of powers. Thus, she is currently messing around with various pieces of technology, occasionally glancing back at her laptop to reference the design blueprints on it. The project is in fact somewhat basic, because her younger cousin's birthday is coming up, and she has been planning on making him a toy that she hopes will be able to captivate his short attention span for longer than three minutes. This is why, rather than working on a new weapon or shield or something along those lines, the girl is making what appears to be inspired by the transformers' cartoon [which Jeffrey, her cousin, happens to love]. Of course, this toy is significantly more complex than any transformers toy one might find on the shelf at target.

When it's done, it should be able to change between forms on command, run around, climb things, shoot out "missiles" [which are, for the sake of safety, actually just little bronze things, so they are target-tracking], and do other such things that her cousin is sure to delight in, and Poppy's aunt sure to grow very tired of very quickly. It can't be helped, really- Poppy has always spoiled Jeffrey more than one might expect from her practical personality. This is in no small part due to the fact that he thinks she's second only to batman in awesomeness, and there is something about a child's admiration that simply makes Poppy want to spoil them.

Of course, perhaps building toys isn't exactly what Mr. Solomon had in mind when he said that students could also go over to the table to flex their mental muscle, but he's glanced over at her project without saying anything, so the girl takes it as being okay. Or perhaps he has said something, and she simply had not heard it- he's on her bad side, after all. Her bad ear's side, not her figurative bad side. A sudden flash of light nearly makes Poppy mess up while programming the robot's "brain". She looks up to see, at least based upon the pile of ash before the blond, that Amelia is practicing her lightning bolts. When she had first come to this school, Poppy had envied those with flashier powers, thinking them to be a better example of a demigod than she, and far more impressive. While she has come to be content with her own abilities, Poppy still doubts that she could best Amelia in a fight- perhaps if she had the right weapons.



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English is one of Camden's strong suits, and so he shouldn't really have any particular dislike for the class. The finer points of language, literature, and other such things have always been a source of interest for him. He knows very well the power that words can have, regardless of any silly saying about words not being able to hurt people, or being weaker than actions. Given all of these things, English should be an enjoyable class for him. And it often becomes so, once they move on to reading and the like. Right now, however, it is a complete bore for the young man, who is quite certain that the first several weeks will be comprised entirely of things that he, and anyone else with a fraction of a brain, has already learned by now. Were he a different person, Camden might fall asleep. However, he is still Camden, and thus remains awake, his mind wandering with the chief purpose on musing about whether this class will be worth his time. The general verdict is no.

The teacher has jumped into instruction on the first day, which is at least something as a relief, because Camden reserves a special bit of hatred for repetitiveness- he always dreaded the first weeks of school in the normal education system. Of course, in the normal education system he was hard-pressed to find anyone who could present him with enough of a challenge to keep his brain stimulated. Perhaps he'd be even more intelligent, were it not for all those brain cells that withered away while going over gerund phrases for the umpteenth time. Quietly, he pulls out a book and allocates a portion of his brain to reading it, while remaining conscious enough to the lesson that he can answer a question if posed to him.

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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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"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.

“Hey 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, “What 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.