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[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]
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Marcy glanced at Bekah's invitation for a small hug and glanced back at Rhea. Her head pivoted into a double take glancing at Bekah once more in disbelief. Looking back at Rhea once more, the daughter of Poseidon simply smiled and urged her forward. Marcy took a small step towards Bekah and was pulled in to the hug. Marcy was sure not to overextend, however. [color=e03c31]"Nice to see you again Beks."[/color]


[color=20b2aa]"Of course, I didn't want my training to go to nothing so I spent most of the summer going through with a daily regimen that I constructed from the things you were having me practice."[/color] Rhea began rolling her eyes as Marcy left the warm embrace of Bekah. [color=20b2aa]"I wanted to come back for training the same if not better than you had left me."[/color] Her eyes glowed up to what would've been an imposing figure to anyone. Sure, if Rhea was under the impression that she had some reason to fear Jonas he would've been a colossus, but he was more of a beacon as it stood now. 

[color=e03c31]"So,"[/color] Marcy said, adjusting her hair and taking another big gulp of her latte, the steamed drink slightly searing the inside of her throat. [color=e03c31]"Dal ran off on his own, that can only mean trouble and booze, huh?"[/color]

Rhea's gaze swiveled to Marcy with a smirk and an 'oh you'd love that' kind of face she'd perfected by now. But she did relent. [color=20b2aa]"Yeah, almost definitely."[/color] Rhea scanned the crowd for a moment. [color=20b2aa]"Hey Marc, where's your shadow?"[/color]

Marcy perked up and looked around her. [color=e03c31]"Oh yeah, Ian was called wasn't he?"[/color] Marcy said, she was admittedly lost in the moment of seeing everyone again. [color=e03c31]"Well, knowing Dal this should be good. I'm always ready for a pre-semester kick off."[/color] Before long Marcy's wandering gaze was set on Dana and Bekah once more. [color=e03c131]"So, ladies, how were the summers?"[/color]

The more Rhea contimplated the idea of a party to open everything up, the more excited by the notion she became. [color=20b2aa]"Jonas, how was your summer?"[/color] The much more composed and frequently less scattered Rhea was still gently scanning the room for either Ian, who had a habit of showing up in a corner or near Marcy when they were all in public places. Or Dal, because god knows when that man was on his own he was a wrecking ball through a doll house. Nothing would be left but the sense of general satisfaction and destruction.