[color=gray][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Li6uMa3.png[/img][/center] [indent] [indent]Haluk Erdoğan was always an early riser, and with a new semester at Olympus Academy it was customary for him to start the day extra early. The scenery of Colorado had grown tiring to others, but for Haluk the American climate and culture was still all so interesting and different. For him, normal was the shores of Istanbul, the shadow of the Hagia Sophia, and the hot Anatolian sun. Sometimes he did wonder if he would ever get honestly bored of it. He supposed if he did, he’d see what Singapore or some other place was like; it was either that or return to Turkey and pick up where he left off, and that just wasn’t something he wanted to do yet. Haluk had been outside, shuffling through a deck of cards, when the announcement from the school staff rung out throughout the courtyard. Admittedly, it was something that had caught him off guard as there was a sense of urgency, almost like the teachers and administrators had something to announce to non-first years that was new. His instincts immediately thought to two situations: there was an announcements from the gods themselves, or that they were going to be changing something for the students by their own initiative. He immediately thought to what the most likely option was as he pocketed the cards and started making his way toward the colosseum. He may have inherited his mother’s wisdom, but practical intelligence was more of Rebekah’s pedigree instead of his. [color=FF8C00]“Günaydın!”[/color] He uttered as he walked past another student as he made his way toward the assembly. By the time he reached the assembly, he had noticed a good amount of his classmates had made their way in before him. His eyes moved from person-to-person, trying to gauge their thoughts based on their facial expressions; an attempt that seemed to be mostly folly as more and more students began to pour in. He always forgot how many students were at Olympus Academy and how many children the Hellenic gods had sired in the last twenty years. If he didn’t think the best of his mother he would’ve presumed there was an agenda at play and on some days he thought about the idea that Olympus Academy’s true nature wasn’t filled with sunshine and rainbows. On some days it smelled of an enlistment of a gladiatorial nature. For beings like Ares and Hades? It was probably the truth. Eventually, his thoughts were cut short when the school’s faculty arrived and began speaking. Though what they spoke of and the implications of it did seem to interest him. Thirty-Two students in an experiment. Thirty-Two students that were composed of mostly the same class year as Haluk’s barring a few exceptions. The idea of living arrangements being divinely decided by the Oracle of Delphi made him even more curious, though a greater curiosity of who his sister was paired with as well as who he would be paired with piqued his curiosity far higher. As he received a piece of paper and heard the murmur of his classmates he came to one conclusion and one conclusion alone: it was going to be an interesting year. Once the faculty was effectively done with the assembly and the students were left to their devices he decided to send off a text to his sister asking what she thought about the whole event. He always did enjoy hearing or reading her perspective on things; the wisdom she had been blessed with was distinctly different than his own, after all. After doing that he pocketed his phone and looked over the paper a second time.[/indent] [/indent][/color]