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[h3][color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte II[/color] & [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color][/h3][/center]
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Marcy observed the controlled chaos that was Dal’s breakfast at an Apollo diner. Things were thrown, he likened himself to a slut, he referenced his own romps with a child of Dionysus. It was good to be back. 

She watched Beau leave, the man had removed his pink shirt and strode out of the room as if it wasn’t early an early morning café. Well, what were you going to do? When you hung around Dal too much you tended to lose clothing piece by piece. After last night and the soreness of her body this morning, Marcy was strictly in the laissez-faire mindset.

She picked at the food in front of her all the while touching on her own summer vacation. She talked about getting to damn a few souls to eternity in the void, a nice night she spent with an actress. Some other interesting tidbits she only half expected Dal to pay attention to. Though, to the boy’s credit in-between bouts of him scarfing food down he would pipe up to make a point, catching Marcy off her game. She had forgotten how observant Apollo’s favourite child could be.

As the sun began to assume its position and the bits of orange, peach and yellow fled from above them and gave way to pure ocean blue Marcy found herself watching outside. [color=e03c31]“What do you think will be the highlight of this year, Dal?”[/color] She asked, her voice was sweet. She looked warmly at him, letting her teeth gently rake her lip. [color=e03c31]“Any ideas?”[/color]

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Rhea and Bekah shared a sentiment and glance when Liam knocked on the door. Rhea certainly didn’t mind the company, even if she felt a little weird given their dad’s. She wasn’t sure what Liam’s relationship with Zeus was, but she was sure he respected how big those shoes were to fill.

She graced him with a smile and a nod as she polished off her plate.

[color=20b2aa]“Jonas these were seriously delicious.”[/color] She stretched out and offered a big toothy grin to her coach. “Man, I needed that.” He started to cook once more, and as he did he offered the group a question:

[color=ed1c24]"In all of your years and all of your texts, who is a hero for running fearfully for the trees? I can recall none."[/color]

Rhea’s mind didn’t go to the history books. It wasn’t a question that demanded an answer. Jonas knew it already.

He wanted us to know that what we did, however it was handled by the staff, we were right. Whether they want to acknowledge it or not, it’s what they’ve been training us to do. 

It was the right thing to do.

[color=20b2aa]“You’re right.”[/color] Rhea confirmed quietly. She glanced at Dana; who’s compliment came as something of a surprise. Dana was always kind to Rhea, but not always as direct. 

[color=20b2aa]“Thank you, Dana. I’ve been working hard to improve, so, I’m glad it shows.”[/color] Rhea turned to the spitting image of Athena sitting across from her. [color=20b2aa]“I've still got much to learn, though.”[/color] Rhea smiled half-heartedly at her, rubbing some sleep from her eyes.