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[b][center][color=f6989d]Dionysus[/color][/center][/b]
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Dionysus knew he should have skipped his morning class in favor of arriving on time to the conclave.  When he left Casa de Acropolis at dawn while everyone else had been passed out drunk he was sure he would make it on time.  All he had to do was leave class a few minutes early and cross the campus. No big deal, right?  Of course, today just happened to be an exam day that he hadn’t prepared for.  After struggling up till the last question, the young god had no time to spare as he walked across campus.  He could have run, but of course, he couldn’t show up even more disheveled than he currently was.  Half the gods that attend the Conclave believe they are at Paris fashion week sometimes.  As he rounded a corner he saw a large and somewhat familiar man walk inside with his dog and felt a sense of relief.  

[color=f6989d]“Okay, I can’t be too late if others are barely beating me here.”[/color]

With a weak smile, Dio jogged the last few steps and caught the door handle before it shut fully.  He pulled it open about halfway before he froze at the sight inside.  Ares had a gun drawn on one of the Yoruban gods that Dio was sure he had met a few times before.  Near the center of the room, Hera was accusing Zeus of murdering her child, and the large man Dio had followed was asking about evidence.  It took Dio only a few seconds to figure out what was happening and he let the door shut with a thud.  Stepping to the side of the entrance he let himself slump onto the wall and slide onto the ground.  Dio pulled his schoolbag in front of him and began to search through it halfheartedly.  Eventually, he found what he was looking for and pulled a small flask from inside the bag.

For a minute Dio sat there looking off into the distance with a blank stare as he thought.  He thought of the happy times he had shared with Hephaestus, as well as the few rough ones.  Silently tears began to stream down his face and he could feel a familiar sensation in the back of his head.  At first, a dull throbbing began to form before it evolved into something worse.  Words began forming in hushed whispers that soon began to rise in volume.  Before the voices could get any louder Dio opened up the flask and took a deep drink out of it.  After the third or so swig the voices began to quiet down and once again turned into hushed whispers.  Closing the flask Dionysus pulled his legs up into his chest and let his head hang.  While he sat there if he listened closely he could still hear what those inside were saying.  Out here he wouldn’t have to deal with the noise of the other gods and could mourn his cousin the only way he knew how.