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Poppy Malandra

"If you need something fixed, all you need to do is ask nicely."

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

Description

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"Fixing things, putting the pieces together: That's what I do best."


Introducing

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Full Name:
Poppy Eliza Malandra

Nickname:
"I mean, I suppose it could be shorted to Pops or something?"
Some have called her bolts or nuts, but typically in jest

Age:
Twenty [20]

Birth Date:
July 3rd

Home Town:
Chicago, Illinois

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Studying:
"I know- hardly unique for a child of Hephaestus."
Mechanical Engineering


Being Demi-Gods

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Godly Parent:
"Grease on my hands, scent of gasoline and oil clinging to my clothing, and a couple of pencils sticking out of the ponytail? Isn't it obvious?"
Hephaestus, god of fire, metal-working, and crafts.

Power:
Many of the children of Hephaestus possess the power to manipulate flames- that is, pyrokinesis. Poppy is not one of those children, and is secretly thankful for this due to a mild discomfort. No, her godly parent channeled his powers into her through a different means: to make up for a complete lack of pyrokinetic abilities, she is a gifted technopath. When it comes to creating things, she is her father's daughter through and through. Always with a little device in her hand, or sketching a design for something out, she is a lover of designing, creating, taking apart, and beginning all over. Ever since childhood, she's had a passion for seeing how things tick- first taking apart everything she could get her hands on, and then reassembling them. She can control many machines, though not necessarily at the same time, and has the ability to get an automatic feel for how something should work, and what's interfering with its functioning. It helps make up for the lessened flame-proof thing, as well, which apparently was left behind just like pyrokinesis was.

Strengths:
Tinkering/Inventing || Skateboarding || Boxing || Mathematics || Sketching & Drafting

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Musically Challenged || Blunt || Doesn't Trust Self as Leader || Can't Work Without Materials [Of Course] || Illegible Handwriting || English Classes || Fear of Heights || Stays Up Too Late [And thus is often late to class] || Deaf in Right Ear || Has been known to fall asleep in strange places || Poor Liar || Leg-Length Discrepancy [Causes her to walk with a limp] || Nightmares [Of the Monsters that used to chase her] || Once She's Started Laughing, Can't Stop


Sharing Our Desires

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Drafting || Sketching || Designing Software || Programming
Fiddling With Things || Building Things || The Smell of Gasoline
Coffee || Hot Tea || Warm Foods || Sour Gummy Bears || Chicken Wings
Thick Soled Boots || Her Tool Belt || Braids || Black Tank Tops
Skating || Boxing || Moving Around [She fidgets constantly]
Honesty || Loyalty || Showing Off Her Inventions || Chariot Races
Bad Jokes || Good Jokes || Cheesy Puns || Comedy
Bad Movies || Scifi Novels || Nonfiction || Video Games


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Capture the Flag || People Talking on the Right Side of Her || Her Limp
Sweet Tea || Deadlines || Pressure || Betrayal || Dishonesty
Yellow Gummy Bears || Mangoes || Dairy || Cheddar Cheese
Deadpan Humor || People Who Can't Take a Joke || Nightmares
Being Labeled 'Disorganized' || People 'fixing up' her work bench
Being Called Nuts or Bolts || Stereotypes || Things That Can't Be Fixed
Perfume || Hair In Her Face || Sweaters + Shorts [She doesn't get it]


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Tinkering || Inventing || Reading || Sketching || Skating || Boxing

Fears:
Going Completely Deaf || Heights || Charmspeak
[If you were the child of someone who doesn't necessarily get along with Aphrodite, you'd fear it too. Mostly, the idea of having her will dug away at terrifies the young woman- it would scare the best of men, she's certain.]

Secrets:
As far as secret sorts of things go, Poppy is actually something of an open book. Her mother knows of her lineage [and she lacks a stepfather]. Her discomfort around fire might be considered a secret- she hardly advertises it, being a child of Hephaestus. No, the only true secret she has is that she once broke into the database of her mother's work in order to erase the evidence that suggested her mother had embezzled funds. She feels marginal guilt for this, however, certain that her mother is innocent, and not one to apologize for something she doesn't regret doing.


In-Depth

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{Blunt, Optimistic-Realist, Never Forgets, Hardworking, Creative}
Poppy is not, by nature, a chatty person. She's not the one to go to if looking for someone to distract you from your problems with cheerful prattling about the weather or "wouldn't a swim be good right now?" or anything really along those lines. It's just not who she is. She's not necessarily quiet, either, though. Poppy is, however, as far as speaking goes, an incredibly blunt person. Really, it reaches the point of being completely tactless. When it comes to her, the statement "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies" does not apply. Rather, ask her no questions and you'll not have to receive her answers. Poppy is honest to the point of a fault, having occasionally hurt feelings unintentionally. In her mind, it makes no sense to sugarcoat things, or to lie when asked a question- if they didn't want the complete truth, why ask in the first place? This straightforward personality has served as both a blessing and a curse as far as making friends go- she has insulted people before, saying exactly what she meant and scaring them away. Other people, however, find her honesty refreshing- or at least something that ensures them she will not try to deceive them. Honestly, even if she were to try her hand at deception, lack of practice would ensure her transparency. Poppy is very much an open book- she seems to have no secrets. This straightforwardness makes her poor at small talk and beating around the bush, though- she's very much a practical, pull off the bandaid sort of girl. And she's certainly not the sort to put up with other people's crap- when she's done, she lets people know.

She's also found a good balance between optimism and realism, actually. The latter is something more of an effort on her part at times, realism perhaps being in the Hephaestus-bloodline, but she's managed to adopt it from her mother. Her balance comes from the hope that things will work out well, which leads her to be willing to try new things and speak to new people in general, and the realism to not expect too much of anything. She doesn't expect good things to come without some sort of effort- friendships are not forged by ignoring people, and she will not succeed if she doesn't work for it. Poppy is very good about setting realistic goals for herself and working towards them. A streak of pessimism helps her to not be too crushed when things don't work out- in fact, there is always a little voice in the back of her head, frightened that he inventions will crash and burn [literally]. That's why she works so hard on them, checking and double-checking every gear and bit of programming. The children of Hephaestus are often a hardy stock, and she is no exception to this rule. If something breaks, she doesn't despair- she works towards fixing it, and preventing it from ever breaking again. That being said, she is easily irritated and distracted by things that refuse to be fixed, and can be quite obsessive over such projects. She loves a challenge more than she sometimes lets on, and can't stand it when something doesn't tick quite right. Such things, and even people, easily capture, and proceed to dominate, her attentions, whether she wishes it or not.

Hephaestus has often been portrayed as someone who has a bit of difficulty letting things go, or forgetting past transgressions apart him. This trace of bitterness has its place in Poppy's personality, though she does make a valiant effort to keep it as positive as possible. The girl is much more vindictive, and much more likely to keep a grudge, than she'd like to be. Even if she realizes that it isn't really such a big deal, the young woman will have difficulty actually altering her perspective on the thing. In fact, she can be involuntarily stubborn in this way- things might be forgiven, but never forgotten [and therefore not completely forgiven at all]. Her grudges tend to start out obvious, open as she is, and she has never been one to feign liking someone she doesn't. However, over time it will dim, especially if she feels guilty about her vindictiveness, and she'll dial back any hostilities significantly. Her tendency to not let things go also applies to good things, as well. If people give her a favor, she will be certain to return it- even a long time down the road. And she tends to take a liking to people due to witnessing them doing something that they don't even know she was around to see. First impressions are very important on her entire relationship with people.

As far as her inventions go, there is a reason [besides thoroughness] that leads to her being such a gifted member of her brood. She has an innovative streak and a good amount of resourcefulness. In fact, designing and brainstorming things are one of her favorite steps of the design process. Piling on ideas, sharpening and perfecting possibilities: these are fun for her. She is a very creative person, at least as far as finding little things that can make a big difference on an invention goes, and relies greatly on this creativeness in her inventions. Of course, she sometimes brainstorms things that can't possibly be created with her limited resources- such rejected ideas might lead her to sulk a bit, but then Poppy is quick to pop back up and come up with another idea.

The Past Defines Us

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Poppy actually grew up in a rather nice environment, as far as she is concerned. Her mother, Samantha "Sammy" Malandra, caught Hephaestus's eye while studying engineering in university, back when such things were rather rare, and had Poppy just before she received her masters. Undeterred, the woman continued studying while simultaneously nursing her young child [with help from Poppy's grandmother, who often babysat]. Samantha received a job at an Engineering Firm which she had interned with, and the family picked up and moved to Chicago when the firm relocated. Poppy was only three at the time, so the move hardly affected her, but for separating her from her beloved grandfather. Samantha worked frequently, and as a result Poppy was practically raised in daycare for the next two years, but she and her mother were always as thick as thieves- two against the world. Luckily, Poppy's powers started out not powers at all, but a natural gift for all things technical- a great source of pride for her mother, in fact.

When Poppy began going to school, she found herself a little niche with the sorts of kids who went straight for the legos and computers during free time. She had a lovely time in the formative years, and was, while not popular, reasonably well-liked. She had a group of friends whom she liked, and had a reputation [which she quite liked] for being the best mathematics student, even if her essays often barely scraped by, and her spelling spent several years being nothing less than abominable. Wanting to impress her mother, though she had no doubts that her love was unconditional, and also following the hardworking example of her mother, Poppy spent a lot of time focusing herself on things like spelling, so that she could improve in it. She was a very hardworking girl, even in childhood, and so when she asked that her mom enroll her in elementary robotics classes at the local community center, Samantha didn't even hesitate- she knew her girl would see it through. It was there that her gifts, previously seen as advanced competencies, began to be tagged as the signs of a prodigy [or, though the others didn't know it of course, a demigod]. She picked things up almost immediately, and once fixed her instructor's car, despite little to no prior knowledge on the subject. When asked about it, she merely gave a shrug, responding that: "I just did what I knew the machine needed."

By the time middle school swung around, life was high for the Malandra women, both mother and daughter. Poppy, having exhibited prowess in competitions, was immediately invited to enroll in a magnet school for engineering and science, and was found to be, once again, a star student in robotics and maths. It all seemed to come naturally to her, a source of envy for her peers. Still, this school fit her like a glove academically. At first some people looked at her funny when she walked, with a limp due to uneven leg lengths, but that passed- everyone here was as crazy about building things as she, or if they weren't, could appreciate her passion. The only problems, besides the occasional awkwardness of puberty, was her inability to sit still, her mild dyslexia, and the fact that her mother forced her to start taking boxing, accusing her daughter [with the best of intentions] of becoming a toothpick for lack of exercise. The first two her previously overlooked signs of her demigod heritage, and the third eventually became something she enjoyed, and allowed her potential for great strength [common among children of Hephaestus] to grow. It wasn't until the second month of eighth grade that real problems began to arise. She had already realized how machines and computers seemed to almost bend to her will, but kept it her private secret- perhaps the only one she'd ever successfully keep. However, she began to be attacked by strange creatures, ones no one else seemed to notice, on her way home. Her mother, upon hearing of this, was concerned, and contacted the school, which could offer no explanation. How could they explain monsters that the mist prevented them from seeing?

But Chicago is a big city, and she had the good fortune to be rescued by an elder demigod while being chased down an alleyway by a monster. The demigod identified her as a demigod immediately, and slayed the monster. She took her home, and explained the situation to her mother, who hadn't actually known that her daughter's father had been a demigod. Soon after, Poppy was sent to The Academy for high school, rather than the magnet school she had set her sights on [there was some argument over this, at first], and was claimed by Hephaestus almost immediately. Although hesitant at first, the girl has become excessively fond of the school, and has even forgiven her father his absence, if only because it is due to him that she has been able to meet so many amazing people.


So begins...

Poppy Malandra's Story

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Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Elliot Vance Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Florence Bradshaw Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Juliette Chandler Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Lex Miles Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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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: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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

One way or another.

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Jason Brooks Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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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: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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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: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans

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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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Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Jason Brooks Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans

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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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Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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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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Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Elliot Vance Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Melina Wincrest Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Florence Bradshaw Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Juliette Chandler Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Lex Miles Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans Character Portrait: Alaska Stacey Character Portrait: Darren Sparks

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Time: 9.45am

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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


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

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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Our powers defy all logical explanation."





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

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

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

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

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

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

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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."