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Cyrus Goldsmith

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."

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

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"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."


Introducing


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Full Name:
Cyrus Hayek Goldsmith

Nickname:
Cy
I don’t really mind either name, but I like being called “Cy” among friends.

Age:
18 (Freshman)

Birth Date:
December 21, 1995

Home Town:
Atlanta, Georgia

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Studying:
Economics/Political Science (Double-Major)



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Athena
Goddess of Wisdom, Crafts, and Warfare. You would think that she wouldn’t notice a history/economics professor mocked for his more traditional economic theories.

Power:
Like most children of Athena, Cy’s power comes not through control of the elements or superhuman strength or speed, but through the power of his mind. Cy is smart. He is quick with a smart comment or a brilliant point which no one ever thought of previously. He is quick and concise in making his point and persuading people that his point of view is the correct one, though this is not uncommon among children of Athena. In physical combat, he is excellent with the spear and shield, the weapons of his mother and, though he lacks the super strength and endurance of the children of Ares, is quite formidable through his quick thinking in combat and strategies which he can create on and off the battlefield. Though he is not interested in joining the military, his hobbies include strategy games ranging from chess to Sega’s Total War series. Most unique to him, however, is his understanding on how the economy works. One would expect this from a son of Hermes, but Cy isn’t focused on the sale so much as how a sale works within the framework of a capitalist system and what it is affected by. This may have been due to his father, though Athena’s wisdom and knowledge isn’t restrictive. Daedalus, the inventor of the labyrinth and many great inventions, was a son of Athena too.

Strengths:
Quick-Witted || Strategy || Speaking || Economics || Debating || Patience

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Rarely believes he's wrong|| Cannot hold his liquor||Can hold a grudge || Can be provoked into action before he formulates a strategy || Impatient with people who disagree with him without a logical point



Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
Peace and Quiet|| Intelligence || Good company || Dogs
Confidence || Rain || Instrumental Music || Economics||
Debate || Politics || Winning Arguments || Sweets
Fine liquor || Competition ||

Dislikes:
Abuse of Power|| Deceit|| Fraud|| Tyranny || Being used|| Large crowds

Hobbies:
Reading- A stereotypical hobby for a child of Athena, but I am drawn to knowledge.
Video Games- I mostly play strategy games, though I am guilty of enjoy roleplaying games and first-person shooters.
Debate- Politics and economics demand it.
War games- Perhaps it's the demigod blood. There's nothing like seeing your strategies in real life.

Fears:
Economic Collapse- It is closer than you think.
Tyranny- It is closer than you think.
Government- There are few men of character involved in politics who actually have power.
Spiders- Evil, demonic monsters! They must be crushed!

Secrets:
At times, Cy feels like he doesn't have a purpose. He doesn't know what he is going to do when he graduates and if he will ever accomplish anything.



In-Depth


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Personality:
There are generally three sides that Cy has to himself. When he's in large crowds or with people he does not know, Cy generally keeps to himself and listens to what is being said. While he doesn't study psychology or sociology, he knows the basics and makes judgments on people through observation. Rarely does he open up to people he doesn't trust and he says little besides short, concise sentences or questions. Occasionally, he might let out a sarcastic quip. However, he will draw attention to himself and speak up when he deems a topic important enough. While he does read people, Cyrus guards himself from using his observations in a manipulative way. He dislikes messing with other people's lives as he believes in the rights of the individual and, though he believes that his course of action is usually correct, he very rarely forces people to accept his way through force or coercion.
When he's among friends, however, Cy lets his guard down and takes part in conversations. He generally feels most comfortable when he's with a small group of friends or alone with someone. He will make jokes and make his opinion known, somewhat forcefully if need be. While he may appear to be a loner to those who do not know him, he can in reality be very sociable. Once his trust is given, it is very hard to break but when it is broken, it is almost impossible for you to earn it back. Cyrus hates to be used or lied to and expects a very good reason for why someone would lie to him. However, if he finds that he likes someone romantically, he can become a bit more cautious, even if they are close friends. This might stem from a fear of rejection or embarrassment or because he is a private person and dislikes opening himself up to vulnerability or marching into a situation without a plan up his sleeve. Whatever the case, he treats his love life (or lack of it) like another obstacle to overcome in order to achieve a favorable outcome for himself and whoever else is involved.
On his own, Cyrus is contemplative. He retreats completely into his mind, his body on auto-pilot when a situation does not require his full attention or completely focusing on his task when it does. He does some of his best thinking when he is on his own, though his mind is always in motion. There are a few things which Cyrus is really passionate about. One of these is his strong opinions on politics and economics. He believes that the government is not to be trusted. The U.S. Government in particular has fallen into corruption and fraud, which hates above all else. He is concerned about the Constitution and Bill of Rights which he rather admires. He is passionate about the Austrian school of economics. He believes in the gold standard, capitalism, and letting businesses and banks fail. The person he admires the most is Ron Paul. It is not surprising that, though Cyrus is wary of government, he is very patriotic in the sense that he believes in the vision of the Founding Fathers. It helps with the knowledge that many of them were demigods and not a few of them were also children of Athena including George Washington.



The Past Defines Us


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History:
Professor Edward Goldsmith was an Economics Professor at American InterContinental University in Atlanta, Georgia. He was a single man in his mid-30's when he met a woman that was not only brilliant but beautiful as well and understood his classical liberal economic theories without belittling them as out-of-date. True, she asked very challenging questions, but they were respectful and stimulating. Rarely had Edward Goldsmith had such stimulating conversations with his colleagues, most of whom subscribed to flawed economic theories such as Keynesianism and political ideologies that would not accept a limited money supply. Soon enough, the relationship between himself and the woman became something more than academic and she disappeared, coming back into his life many months later with a child.
It came to some shock for Edward Goldsmith to realize that the woman he had been involved with was Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and that they had a son together. Nonetheless, he loved Cyrus instinctively in only the way a parent could understand when he first held his child, though he was heartbroken to realize that Athena could never be with the two of them. Edward raised Cyrus as his son despite the rumors that circulated about his having a child outside of wedlock. He shared his passion for economics with his only son and had high standards for him, but was never unkind. Athena never visited them until Cyrus was 14 and Cyrus grew up ignorant of his heritage.
When Cyrus turned 13, Athena appeared out of the blue. Edward, of course, was speechless, but Athena was patient with him and even talked with him a little bit before the two sat Cyrus down and explained his heritage. He had been hidden from monsters until then, but now that he reached puberty, the monsters would turn their attention to him. He needed to go somewhere safe to learn how to not just be a human, but a demigod as well. Cyrus wished he could have said more to his mom about his life and how he felt, but what came out of his mouth were questions about the gods and the world and her. She had smiled at him and told him to live up to his potential. Since then, Cyrus has attended Demigod Academy, wondering what she meant.

Other: Anything else you want to add.




Theme Song: (Optional)
In the End| Linkin Park
(It starts with one)
One thing I don't know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
(All I know)
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
(It’s so unreal)
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when...

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end

You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when...

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

So begins...

Cyrus Goldsmith'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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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: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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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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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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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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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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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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Poppy smiled back at Rosie, and nodded, still smiling, towards Eddie, returning the two students' brief greetings. She isn't particularly close to them, acquaintances more like, but the two strike her as nice enough, and she has no problem with greeting them, naturally. Besides, she is semi-distracted by scooting to the side to let Cyrus into the table. The girl is glad he's joining them- the son of Athena sits alone often, she observes, and it would do him some good to be drawn as far away from his evil half-brother, Camden, as possible.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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




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

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

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

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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Gwen's response to Ariel's taunt, like her response to many things in life, had been silence. This, right here, was the main reason why she disliked people like Ariel. Manipulative, prone to casting their words about like a careless whip that stung wherever it landed, taking joy when what they said succeeded in brushing up against an old wound. She had encountered too many people like Ariel in her seventeen years of life--her own family was full of them. And, if you deigned to parley with them and join in in their puppeteer games, you were either victim or perpetrator of yet another manipulation, inflictor of yet another wound. Her encounters with such people had left her weary and wordless.
So, Gwen kept her silence. The only way to avoid participating in a word-game was to not have words at all.
Of course, in Gwen's case, she didn't need words to express herself. Her face, as always, gave it away too easily. The look in her dark eyes was that of a person recoiling backwards, building up walls. The firm line that her mouth formed was a little tenser. And she could hear the earth's hum, a little louder than usual and also tenser, like a reverberating note emerging from a bass string, pulled taut and almost ready to snap. The ground seemed to shift and creak impatiently underneath her feet, ready to give way. If Ambrose, her ancestral ghost and nightly visitor, were here, he would have clamored at this and urged her on with frantic whispers in her ear. He would've told her to let go of the taut string, to let it snap and bring whatever destruction it may. However, she would not do so. Such a taunt was painful, yes, but she could bear it. She would bear it. She refused to give Ariel the satisfaction of proving her right, of proving that she wasn't able to control her powers.

She straightened herself slowly, carefully, and eased the taut string that was her power back. Silence. Calm. Peace. It was what she craved-needed-above all else right now. She shook her head slowly, staring at Ariel.

"Don't-" was all Gwen had a chance to state before she heard a voice behind her. She turned and eyed Jason in surprise, one eyebrow raised rather quizzically at his behavior. The son of Apollo and his twin brother usually didn't seem to be very fond of the children of Hades: they were constantly attempting to dodge her, always leaving a large space between where they were and where she was whenever they were confined to the same room for class. She had a vague idea that it had something to do with her father himself, considering that they seemed to be generally friendly and humorous people. She wondered to herself whether or not clarifying that Hades was god of the dead, who merely judged and ruled over those who were already deceased, and not the god of death itself would help matters.

Gwen was jolted from her thoughts by Cyrus's arrival. She listened to his request, her mouth quirking up on a little in amusement, fully aware of the all-too-obvious actual purpose behind it. She gave him a gentle push, calling him out on his true motive and displaying her slight annoyance at having to receive so much help. Still, at such a time, she couldn't help also being glad for it: it meant that she wasn't entirely alone. "Hmm...time for a quick coffee?" she asked him, heading back towards the path leading to the cafeteria.

She paused for a moment and turned back. "Thank you," she said, addressing both Jason and Cyrus. The tension had finally seemed to fade out of her body, leaving her to listen to the steady, calmer hum of the earth and enjoy the warmth of the sun on her skin. Gwen smiled at them, warmly, suddenly, as she always did.

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"I could never leave anyone alone with Ariel."





Cyrus smiled slightly at Gwen's nonverbal protest at receiving his and Jason's help. Nonetheless, he could tell that she didn't mind them stirring her away. He walked in silence with her, smiling slightly at her request.

"Sure. Class starts soon, though. And I don't know how you can drink that stuff," Cy told her playfully, his distaste for coffee evident. He always thought it was far too bitter. He preferred fruit juices or smoothies in the morning himself or, failing that, some tea. He raised an eyebrow when she stopped in the path on the way to the cafeteria.

"Thank you," she said, addressing both himself and Jason. She smiled warmly at them, which was strange, coming from a child of Hades. But then, Gwen was different from her siblings. Cy smiled back.

"No problem. I could never leave anyone alone with Ariel."

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Jason gave a nod with a small smile. "Think nothing of it. I got to get Jordan off his lazy butt and make sure we aren't late for class if you'll excuse me," Jason says with a small smile before waving at both of them with his only available hand before moving to go towards Jordan and Casey. Jordan turns his head to see Jason and smiles as he sees his bow. "Hey, my stuff. Class?" Jordan asks with a smile, though he didn't seem very happy about the class part.

Jason gives a fake reluctant nod before dumping Jordan's stuff off on the table. Casey looks at the weapons with wide eyes. "I thought you were kidding about weapons," Casey says in surprise as she looks at the bows and arrows. Jordan makes a funny face and shakes his head. "Yeah, no. What did you think about those swords and spears we saw kids carrying in when we arrived? None were fake," Jordan says with a smile as he gathers up his bow, slinging the quiver over his shoulder and grabbing his english notebook. It was a strange sight, a guy carrying a quiver with arrows and a notebook labled "English"... Definitely something that surprised Casey, but was normal to ever other half blood that was alive.

Jason nudges Jordan giving him a nod and motioning to the door with his head. "That's right, we got to go now if we're going to plant you know what you know where like you know who planned for us to," Jordan says making Jason nod yet Casey confused as she watches the twins leave, notebooks and bows in hand. On the way out though, Jordan stops by Alana's table, saying later to everyone there but giving Alana a kiss on the cheek as he moved quickly, chasing after Jason who didn't stop except to wave at those he didn't dislike at the table. In other words, everyone but Alana really.

Casey stared after the boys, wondering how they weren't quite expelled yet. "Such strange boys..." Casey says quietly as she finishes the small thing of yogurt in front of her, satisfied with the creamy food that served as her breakfast. She took another sip of water, savoring the liquid as it went down her throat. It always refreshed her even if she had already had gallons of water that day. It didn't surprise Casey really, but it was an interesting thing that wasn't... normal. Well, normal in the human world that is...

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

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

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

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Rose was distracted.

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

It was his last year and he was worried.

About her.

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

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

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

"You're up early."

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Time: 9.45am

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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"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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It quickly becomes clear to Poppy that she isn't the only one to notice and admire Amelia's power, based on the intent gaze her half-brother has focused on the daughter of Zeus. She glances back down at her work, now focusing on it more intently because this bit requires a tad more delicacy. Well, perhaps it isn't the most complex thing she's ever worked on, being a child's toy, but the programming of it [with a small bit of enchantment thrown in to keep the circuitry from being messed with by the rough handling of a young child] does involve some fine tuning which means focusing her eyes on it, if nothing else. The young woman only looks up after she has finished, a few minutes later. She had actually begun working on the finer details a few days ago, and had been doing a little bit at a time since then. The outer bit is the easy part, really, besides deciding what colors or designs Jeffrey would like best.

When she does look up, Poppy sees someone in the distance and grins at them. As she does so, another face comes into focus, that of her closest friend at the academy. She is about to raise her hand in a wave, but another student then tackles Lex to the ground. It occurs to the girl now that he is in the sparring range, and perhaps had just been distracted by noticing her, hence the tackle. Normally, one would be hard pressed to take down a child of Ares like that, especially one like Lex, who has been at the academy for a few years now. Knowing her friend, he is probably irritated with himself for being distracted- but, then, perhaps not a lot of people know Lex. If it weren't for a stroke of luck when they were still in the high school division, Poppy might not even know Lex. She takes a moment away from her work to watch the rest of Lex's fight with interest. Based on the ferocity that can be read from his opponent's movements even at this distance, the student is being affected by the aggression Ares kids are known to inflict in others. Even she had been affected by it now and again, though she is embarrassed to admit it.

Naturally, Lex wins. As one might when watches the victory of a friend, Poppy smiles in a nearly triumphant manner, looking away briefly only to nod at Cyrus as the son of Athena does so towards her before walking over to Amelia. When she looks back, Lex has begun to head over to where she is, eyes trained on her despite his head being slightly ducked. The daughter of Hephaestus grins at him, but raises an eyebrow when he grows close enough to be within earshot. "Good fight. The sort that merits keeping your head in it," she refers to Lex being distracted during it, allowing Mark to tackle him down. She adjusts her position slightly, turning a bit to the left, though very marginally.

While she says this, the girl begins to gently place the delicate bits of the toy into a little piece of tupperware. Lex is just the person she had wanted to ask about what design she should use for the toy. Well, him or Rick.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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