[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vKBs3T6.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SkIBjGM.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ckfRMBc.png[/img][/center] [right][sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ares Colosseum [color=F4F0EC][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24]JoJo[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], [color=6ecff6]Dal[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=9e0b0f]Dana[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=cadetblue]Beks[/color] [@Krayzikk] [/sub][/right] [sub]☠ [color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte[/color] ☠ [color=e03c31]20, Fifth Year[/color][/sub] [sub]Ψ [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color] Ψ [color=20b2aa]19, Fourth Year[/color][/sub] [hr] [color=e03c31]"Another year of disappointment Rhea."[/color] Marcy casually glanced at her friend, sipping the chai tea latte that they had picked up just a few minutes earlier. Her sip was hasty and her face scrunched up as the still searing hot liquid scorched her tongue. But she gulped it down anyway. [color=20b2aa]"It's only a disappointment if you're counting the amount of times you got to fuck."[/color] Rhea said calmly, pushing her mane to the side as the girls walked back into Olympus Academy. For Marcy it was the start of the fifth year of her attendance, for Rhea the fourth. [color=e03c31]"You're lucky you've wormed your way into my heart Re."[/color] Marcy said, gently bumping into the girl as they made their way towards the Ares Colosseum. [color=e03c31]"So how's your training been going anyway? You started with Jonas last year rigt?"[/color] Marcy's eyes peered over at Rhea while she scanned the crowd of demigods that also made their way to the colosseum. Keeping an eye out for any of her favourites. [color=20b2aa]"Yeah, that's right."[/color] Rhea nodded, doing the same, scanning over the crowd. [color=20b2aa]"It's going well, learning combat skills from Jonas is strange. I've definitely improved, but my hand to hand is still [i]leagues[/i] behind him."[/color] [color=e03c31]"Come on bitch,[/color] Marcy said whipping around in front of Rhea, nary spilling a single succulent drop of her latte. [color=e03c31]"You've improved so much, own that shit."[/color] Rhea stared the daughter of Hades down, she was almost half a foot taller than her but by most metrics was still fairly short. They both glared at one another, long enough for a few onlookers to notice it until they couldn't hold the tension any longer and burst out laughing. [color=20b2aa]"Gods I missed you Marcy."[/color] Rhea said through the laughter, giving her best friend a hug. [color=e03c31]"Well you still got to text me, putting you on a very exclusive list of people I'll remind you."[/color] Marcy said as she was squeezed by the shorter girl. [color=e03c31]"Imagine how the rest of the school felt without my guidance on how to dress for dates, accessorize for the next big fight, etc."[/color] Rhea giggled, [color=20b2aa]"Did you just say etcetra?"[/color] The two girls continued into the crowded arena. Anyone watching them would notice subtle differences in the girls. Both fairly confident in the routined return to their school and partial home. Marcella's scanning of the crowd was emblematic of her need for socialization and wanting to catch up with the notorious son of Apollo, his hulking best friend, and of course Ares' favourite daughter and Athena's golden child. The group had formed fairly quickly into the earlier years and the younger ones were adopted the year after. It was a good group of fools. Rhea on the other hand seemed pretty calm and not quite as frantic as the other girl. Rather this one was focused and calm. Even as the entire staff of Olympus Academy took the stage. That was odd. [color=20b2aa]"The fuck?"[/color] [color=e03c31]"Language babe."[/color] [color=20b2aa]"Shit, right. Thanks."[/color] Marcy opened her mouth once more, but she decided against it. Hector and Helena took the forergound for themselves. Waxing poetic about their expectations of the students, and also saying something about how there would be 32 students taken for a super secret program. [color=e03c31]"We get picked for this every time."[/color] Marcy whispered into Rhea's ear. [color=20b2aa]"How do you figure that?"[/color] Rhea asked back, barely moving her head to acknowledge her friend. [color=e03c31]"Daughters of two of the big three."[/color] Marcy said, that bit of cocksure energy dripping back into her words. Rhea sighed, acknowledging there was some merit to the notion. Though she wasn't nearly as sure as Marcy seemed to be. Helena began to call the names. "Dallas Relo." Rhea heard, and watched as Marcy's ears perked up and mouth started to salivate just that little bit more. She glanced at Marcy with a smirk, which Marcy shoved away as Rhea continued to push into Marcy's slightly reddening face. "Jonas Highwind." Rhea nodded, she was happy to see him selected. Marcy's grin widened. "Rebekah Cross." Once more it widened. "Danaye Harada." [color=e03c31]"They wouldn't."[/color] "Rhea Psomas." The girls turned to one another. "Marcella Bonaparte." [color=e03c31]"The madwoman."[/color] Rhea and Marcy took their spot in front of their peers, standing near their friends but making sure not to make the higher up's mistakes evident by acknowledging them. Instead both Marcy and Rhea smiled and nodded at their fellow trouble-makers while glancing out over the crowd of onlookers that were staring up at them. Marcy offered her friends a sly wink before once more gazing out into the masses. [color=e03c31]"I will rule you well my subjects."[/color] She whispered. [color=20b2aa]"Shut up."[/color] Rhea whispered back. As the rest of the 32 took their place alongside the girls and the remaining students filed out. Living arrangements were given and the girls couldn't be more ecstatic. [color=e03c31]"This is good, I was hoping for more time to cultivate your wardrobe. You still smell of the North."[/color] Marcy dictated to Rhea, pulling her along to go and find their friends in their own living arrangements. [color=20b2aa]"Of course Marcy, what would I do without your fashion guidance?"[/color] Rhea asked sarcastically as she was pulled through a small crowd of people. [color=e03c31]"You'd bug Dana."[/color] Marcy quickly retorted pulling the other girl along. After a short while of searching the imposing figure Jonas struck was clear as day. They approached the other four with massive smiles. [color=20b2aa]"Hey guys, miss us?"[/color]