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Clara Reinhart

"What? I didn't take that... It just.. Fell out of your pocket and I picked it up! You're very welcome."

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

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"If you think locks can keep me out, then you are in for a big surprise."


Introducing


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Full Name:
Clara Maia Reinhart
Nickname:
"You know, most people simply refer to me as 'Get back here you!' or 'Not again!'"
Clare ll C. ll You Little Trickster
Age:
18
Birth Date:
April 1st, 1995
Home Town:
Boston, MA, U.S.A.
Sexuality:
"My father is the God of Travelers. He didn't mind their gender, why should I?"
Pansexual
Studying:
"I swear to the Gods. I didn't know what Poultry Science was until I actually chose it as a major.."
Poultry Science
Do not ask why. Clara literally chose a random major out of pure boredom, it is her first year in university after all. Poultry Science sounded fun, right? No. Apparently now she's majoring in how to raise farm animals. (Although learning to manage chickens is not as bad as it sounds)
Economics
Actually being serious this time, she takes a minor in Economics, being great at money management, for she is a child of Hermes.


Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Hermes
Power:
Stealing
Her most trusted ability, the power to steal without those that she stole from ever noticing. With nimble movements, she is able to effectively take someone's possession away from them with both her light touches and the workings of the mind. While it's difficult to explain the exact process, most simply cannot lower their guard around Clara, but even if they don't, she'll still manage to get a hold of what she wants.
Lock-Picking
No locks can ever keep Clara out, which is something many takes a frustration in, given that she has never learned the art of knocking. With a simply working of the mind, she is able to break any locks, chains, or just anything that is designed to keep others out.
Strengths:
"My siblings and I are often known as "Jack of All Trades". We know a little of everything.. Just not very well."
Running
Can this be called a skill? Perhaps so, since her strength in running helped her out in many situations. Her small height along with the usual athletic abilities of the children of Hermes, it allows her to run faster than most. While not much of a skill, it definitely helps her out when others find out about her little tricks and games.
Talking
Once again, can this be called a strength? Clara is good at talking and socializing, perhaps a little too good. She appears friendly and warm with her words, which causes many that don't know her to lose their guard around the little trickster. She is able to talk her way out of many things, which is definitely a plus. Then again, sometimes her over-excessive need to talk simply turns into rambling.
Sports (Especially Tennis)
Although not exactly a natural-born athlete, she is able to manage in many different forms of sports. Clara takes much delight in tennis, having been through multiple competitions. Perhaps Hermes' genes helped her through P.E. classes throughout her life, but she'd rather think that it's simply her own natural talents.
Money/Business Management
A wiz with money, Clara actually takes delight in the boring subject of money and business management. If anyone ever needs any help with sorting out their money, she'll be there. If anyone needs help taking account of things or just managing customers, she'll be more than happy to help.
Pranks
A famous trickster, Clara takes a little too much amusement and delight in her pranks and games. Although it did not help much in her friend-making process, it is still a sight to see for those that are not victims to her games. Many times, her pranks can get low and dirty, but she has no qualms about the limits of her playfulness, even when it creates hatred and dislike for her with others.
Weaknesses and Flaws:
Charms and Alchemy
No matter how hard she tries, she cannot be like many other Hermes' children, skilled with charms and alchemy. If she tries to make a stink bomb, it'll probably turn into a fireworks bomb. In other words, she causes disasters when she tries to hone this skill, which is probably why they usually keep her out of the labs.
Unrealistic
It often can be said that Clara has a low EQ. Although she is great at socializing, she often does not realize the boundaries of reality, such as those between playful and rude. It can even be said that she lives in her own little world, not caring for much of the chaos and sadness that goes around outside her little bubble of mischievousness.
Ego
Like her father, Clara has an ego a little too bloated for her own good. She believes she can do anything and everything and shuns away anyone who says otherwise. Other than that, she is often a little too full of herself, never thinking through to the consequences of her actions.
Digital Age
She has never been quite of the modern age and thus has a distaste for the technological modifications made in her generation. Such includes digital locks, which she has always had a trouble with, having it take much longer to break than normal locks.
Naivety
This can even be called gullibility, seeing that is usually trustful of others. As stated before, Clara isn't exactly realistic or mature, still having the mindset of a child who likes entertainment. Many often take advantage of the naivety, but if found out by her, the consequences are usually severe.


Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
Stealing ll Jokes ll Sweets ll Laughs ll Money Managing ll Snakes ll Her Father ll Lock-Picking ll Pranks ll Sports ll Europe ll Neon Colors ll Summer ll Making Friends ll Sarcasm ll Competitions ll Light ll Sweets ll Traveling ll Bubble Wrap
Dislikes:
Technology ll Apollo's Children (Gods' Rivalry) ll Aphrodite's Children ll Formal Situations ll Make-Up ll Dresses ll People Who Can't Take a Joke ll Flowers (Allergies) ll Charms and Alchemy ll People Who Disagree With Her ll Snobbishness ll Spicy Food ll Winter ll Storms ll Darkness ll Boredom ll Rules
Hobbies:
Stealing
An odd hobby, but Clara get a little too much of a kick out of stealing other people's possessions. Although it is usually something small, something that catches her eyes on a random day, she doesn't have qualms about what she steals and who she steals it from. Usually calling it "borrowing", she often forgets to return these possessions, and if one manages to enter her room (Which is awfully well-enforced), they would find mountains of random objects taken from others.
Picking a Lock
Although it is obvious from her abilities, the odd thing about her is simply that she carries around a small lock with her throughout the day. Each day, it may be a different lock, and as she does her daily doings, she often takes it and plays with it in her hands, unlocking and locking. To many, it is definitely an oddity, but to her it is one of the things that entertains her throughout the day.
Pranks
What does she do with her free time? Pranks would be the most definite answer. She especially loves picking on the Apollo children and the Aphrodite children, the latter because she finds them to be squeamish of her little games.
Tennis
She definitely likes what she is good at, and tennis is one of her favorite things to do on a slow day.
Fears:
Darkness
Clara cannot imagine a world without light. Although it is a petty fear, it is quite obvious from the fact that she never sleeps without a light on. To her, the darkness holds a dangerous world, one much different from the one she lives in.
Restrains
She cannot imagine being restrained from what she wants to do, both mentally and physically. Her ability to lock pick has given her the luxury of going anywhere she wants to go without any limitations and mentally, this developed her fear of limitations and restrains.
Being Rejected
This is the one thing she will not admit, but Clara is terrified of being rejected. She grew up with mortal parents, and when she found out about her true birth, she felt as if she did not belong. When her godly parent claimed her, he freed her from that life of loneliness, one she will refuse to go back to. The reason why she gives welcome to any travelers that come in her way is because it is what she would have wanted for herself.
Secrets:
"I keep no secrets. Ask me anything and I'll answer you truthfully. It's not my fault that people don't know the right questions to ask."
Her Search For Her Mother
Most people don't care to ask, and thus she retains this secret. Clara grew up with mortal parents, those that are not her own. For years she has searched for her true mother, the one who gave her up for adoption but to no prevail.


In-Depth


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Personality:
Mischievous ll Stubborn ll Unrealistic ll Playful ll Light-hearted ll Caring ll Proud ll Adventurous ll Daring ll Curious
To tell the truth, Clara's personality seems like an exact replication of her father's.

It is as if Clara lives in her own little world. To many, she's unrealistic and naive, but to her, she is simply... Imaginative. Her smile holds not even a hint of darkness or pain, and it takes much to anger Clara. However, her unrealistic nature is seen through the level she sometimes takes her pranks, reaching many times toward the level of rudeness. Her tricks and games hold no limits, and that shows clearly her low EQ when it comes to such. Her naivety is seen through her gullibility, easily deceived despite the fact that she is a deceiver herself. However, if she were to find out she had been deceived, the person immediately becomes a victim of her pranks.

Her most significant trait definitely holds to be her playful mischievousness. Such traits define her immediately to be a child of Hermes, having always a grin on her face that spells disaster. However, such playfulness is usually light-hearted and entertaining to those that are not victims to her tricks. To her, boredom is one thing she cannot afford to spend her time with and thus is always out looking for amusement.

Clara is not afraid to break the rules to get what she wanted. Truly, she sees no restrains nor restrictions that can keep her from her goals. With a naturally curious nature, she has a tendency to probe into other people's business. Such curious nature is reflected through her like for stealing, always wanting to get her hands on what she has taken a sudden interest in. In many circumstances, she is adventurous and daring, always wanting to push to the edges of possibilities. She dreams big and is not afraid to play big.

A daughter of the God of Travelers, Clara takes a kind and caring stance to those that she deems as "travelers". Those include any unclaimed demi-gods, those that are new to the academy and those that are simply forgotten on the side. She believes that everyone deserves a chance at being welcomed and thus usually plays the tour guide to those she deems as "lost". Like her father, she cares much for the others and especially her siblings. Although her mischievous doings usually covers her caring nature, it is undeniable once she is given a chance to show it.


The Past Defines Us


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History:
"My life? Well.. Since you asked. Sit. But I have to say it's quite boring."
In all, Clara's life has always went in the direction she wanted, filled with light and hope rather than darkness and pain. In fact, she often calls it "boring".

Call it Harry Potter style, but on a winter's night, the two-year-old Clara was left on the doorsteps of the Reinhart family. Whether or not it was the doings of her father, no one knows even to this day. However, the Reinhart family took the young girl in without hesitation and raised her like their own.

By the age of 10, strange things were happening inside the Reinhart home. Objects both familiar and unfamiliar appeared inside of Clara's room, stocking up and increasing by the day. Objects around the house disappeared and was only to be found, again, inside her room. She called it her "collection", but her family did not see it quite as that. Locks and alarm systems were installed but nothing kept Clara from getting her hands on what she wanted, or simply what she took a temporary interest in. The more humorous part of her life came when the family believed the house to be haunted and called in exorcists along with priests attempting to rid the house of the evil presence. By then, Clara realized that it was time to tone down her collection.

At the age of 16 was the first time she saw darkness in her life. Nothing pained her as much as the feeling of isolation, emptiness, and rejection, despite the fact that the Reinharts never mistreated her. But even so, they were not of her blood. On that night, with the usual maneuvers, she picked the locks on the door, taking her spot in the usual stony sanctuary of the garden by the house.

"And where's that usual smile, kid?" The voice rang in her ears as she turned her head, squinting to see the faint figure walking toward her.
"Gone in the presence of a strange pedophile talking to me."
"Hah! If only that is all I am." The light voice of the man was comforting and held a sense of familiarity she couldn't wrap her head around.
"Then what are you? In fact. What am I? Who am I... " Her ramblings started again, "What is real? What is not real? Where do I belong?"
"You are a lone traveler, little one. But lucky for you. I am the God of Travelers. Here. I'll take you in."

Although Hermes' truthful comment earned him a punch to the nose from Clara who merely found the man to be creepy to say the least, it took much convincing for her to realize his true identity: Her father. Despite her love for her family, Clara's curiosity for the world of the unknown was overwhelming, and she took up Hermes' offer to attend the academy for demi-gods. Her first year in university and she has already cast a distasteful glance on the children of Apollo and the children of Aphrodite. The former out of an unknown dislike for them, perhaps because of her genes from her father who held a rivalry against the Sun God. The latter out of the simple distaste of the children who resembled too much of their mother. However, it was going to be one hell of a start, given that she chose her major in Poultry Science simply out of pure boredom... Until she really realized what it was.

"I don't quit! I will pass that Poultry Science major even if it becomes the death of me! Which... I have no doubt it will be..."




Theme Song:
Who Says|| Selena Gomez
I wouldn't wanna be anybody else, hey
You made me insecure, told me I wasn't good enough
But who are you to judge.
When you're a diamond in the rough

I'm sure you got some things
You'd like to change about yourself
But when it comes to me
I wouldn't want to be anybody else

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
You've got every right to a beautiful life, come on

Who says, who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?

It's such a funny thing
How nothing's funny when it's you
You tell 'em what you mean
But they can't whiten out the truth

It's like the work of art
That never gets to see the light
Keep you beneath the stars
Won't let you touch the sky

Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me

Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
You've got every right to a beautiful life, come on

Who says, who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?

Who says you're not star potential
Who says you're not presidential
Who says you can't be in movies
Listen to me, listen to me

Who says you don't pass the test
Who says you can't be the best
Who said, who said?
Would you tell me who said that, yeah
Who said

Who says, who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?

Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful, who says?



So begins...

Clara Reinhart's Story

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Time: 8.30am

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




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

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

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



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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Hilarious. You guys are absolutely hilarious."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lana glanced up at Clara before a smile of her own filled her face. It was a smile that to most would look normal. However Clara would know it all too well. It was a smile that said I'm still pretty and you lose. She looked Clara up and down before reaching in her tote, and pulling out a tan form fitting skirt. She glanced at Clara again and sighed, almost apologetically " Listen I know that you might get..lonely but I highly doubt that chickens are allowed here. I woud reckomend eating outside where animals belong next time" Her voice was laced with honey and seemed almost sugary sweet but she knew that they would piss Clara off even more than a insult.

Alana leaned down under the table and pulled off the shorts by the side and slipping on her skirt. "I guess I should thank you I forgot how good my body looked in this. " She stood up and spun around " Hey Eddie, don't you think my body loks great in this?" She asked him with a flirty look in her eye. She knew that Eddie couldn't tell her no. She also, as she suddenly remembered as she turned her full attention to him, could really go for a makeout session with him. She bit her lip in anticipation before handing Clara her chicken and dangling her shorts by one finger. " I'lll just inform the school that they can charge my dry cleaning to you. That way we can let this all go" She quickly pulled out her phone.
To: Ariel
Clara just had her chicken poop on the shorts we bought together


She then altogether ignored Clara and directed her attention to Eddie and Rose, knowing her shirt was substancially tighter showing off her impressive bust and her naturally flawless curves. "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 " She said motioning to them, her voice all husky and hot. Her voice tended to change depending on her emotions. When she was neutral is mas clear and direct, when she was angry it was honey sweet with a frightening under tone, when she was flirty it was cute and innocent, when she was mischievious, it was hot and she annnunciated all her words.

She walked over behind Eddies chair and draped her arms down his chest. She got close to his ear and said " Or we could just have a hot fun party and save the naughty for a private party later" She then stood to the front of the table " Ok so you two get to it because that is your specialty." She ran over and engulfed Rose in a hug. " Aaaah yes brilliant." She said with a giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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.