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Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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Oh what fun this shall be indeed. :D

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Location - The Theoria Banquet Hall
Interactions - No One; Self

The Theoria Dinner Banquet had hit off quite well. The demigods and demigoddesses were coming arm-in-arm. Some of them were coming with dates, some with siblings, and some were coming stag. Whichever it was, it could not be denied that, just like last year’s banquet, this one was poised to being another hit. Especially with Jem on the piano. That guy could really play. He was adding a sophisticated atmosphere to the banquet hall.

Those who had came with their dates, with their siblings, or just stag with friends, had already claimed tables. Some sat alone, some sat with their dates(whatever the variety might have been), or some just took a table, and hoped for the best. Whatever you want to call it, there was no denying that everyone was enjoying themselves. They were having fun. They were all laughing whether with themselves(as crazy as it sounds), with their dates or friends. There were familar faces at these tables. They were familiar faces that everyone knew.

And yet, the Zeus siblings were missing from the equation.

Yes, indeed the Zeus children weren’t there at the tables or getting food. Why you may ask? Well, due to a very unfortunate choice that Abraham Rothschild and Cecily Merrick made during the Spartan Race event. It was the last match. Both teams were getting under each other’s skin. Of course they would. Cecily had Skye, the one person that Abe hated above all, and Abe had Tess, someone that was most recently added to Cecily’s kill-that-bitch list. So of course things would get out of hand rather quick, but no one expected the two Zeus siblings to actually attempt to kill each other with their powers. When you count the fact of water, it spelled doom for everyone else nearby. Thus, why neither of them were enjoying themselves with their classmates. Both were disqualified. Both teams lost, thus no true winner for the Spartan Race, and as a result, Cecily and Abe were forced to be servers. Talk about a deep cut into their pride?

Both Cecily and Abe were forced into this, but that wasn't the extent of it. Both of them also had to wear the godawful server uniforms that — well, servers had to wear. She was wearing the female variety, which was a white, long-sleeve shirt, black slacks, a black and white-checkered tie, and a black apron. Abe’s was more monotonal compared to Cecily’s. The male server uniform consisted of a dark grey shirt of the same make of the female one, a black tie, black slacks, shoes to match as well, and a black tie. The apron was black as well. Same color shoes, as well.

As he walked around with the best faux smile he could muster, he tried to at least appear that he wasn’t letting this suck the life out of him. It was hard, though. Maybe it would have been easier if Cecily wasn’t avoiding him like the plague. In the hour that the banquet had been going on, Abe had tried to approach and talk to Cecily over thirty times now. Still, she ignored him; even if he just approached her, or appeared in her line of sight, she would give him that sort of glare that told him he should stay away. All the Son of Zeus wanted to do was talk to her, apologize for everything, but still she ignored him. She wouldn’t even let him get one word in. Each time he approached her, her eyes would show a hint of a spark with a hue change of purple. Abe knew not to try any longer.

“C’est la vie.” Abe muttered. He finally gave up.

Just in time it seemed because as he would look towards the left of him, he saw someone that, somewhere deep inside his gut, he knew would be showing up, but Abe had hoped that he wouldn’t show up this early, much less wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Abe couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Atticus was in a raging mood - as he should be -since he lost both matches he was in. Even though he did find it amusing, he knew Atticus. The guy had a temper to match his build. It didn’t help that he had the ego to made him feel like he was better than everyone else.

Gee, I wonder why that sounded so familiar? Abe rolled his eyes. He could hear Zeus trying to whisper something to him. Perhaps Abe should listen to him this once because dealing with the arrogant bitch boy was going to take a lot more than just slightly-threatening rhetoric.

Abe sighed. He hoped that he wasn’t making a huge mistake by getting involved in Atticus’ rampage.

Location - The Theoria Banquet Hall
Interactions - Andy @McHaggis

For being someone who suffered from being around large crowds of people, Dante was actually handling himself well. Maybe it was being near his sister, or seeing Lissie arrive in that beautiful dress of hers. Dante couldn’t decide which was making him forget about his terrible social anxiety, but there was one thing that was clear to him: he was actually more relaxed than he thought he would be. It was a nice feeling.

Dante and Andy, despite having a stressful moment with the headmistress, they were actually able to enjoy themselves. Dante engaged in conversation with her, they got their food, and all seemed well. Nothing could possibly ruin the nice moment the Hades siblings were having, right? Wrong. One person could, and that was the Son of Ares, Atticus Caesar.

The jovial air in the banquet hall was suddenly put to rest as Atticus came rushing in, howling at the demigods and demigoddesses who were happily enjoying the company of those they chose to surround themselves in. Atticus claimed that they didn’t deserve to celebrate because they all lost as there was no winning team. Dante couldn’t deny that was true, but he didn’t think Atticus should be yelling at everyone else. From what Dante remembered, Atticus was the one who lost two matches in a row. As unfortunate as it was, why did he have to take it out on everyone else?

Dante wasn’t sure what he should do. Atticus posed a real threat to everyone’s safety. Dante looked to the staff who were examining the situation. It seemed that they were waiting to see if Atticus was going to actually physically attack anyone of he was just going to spew violent rhetoric. Dante couldn’t help but feel some major anxiety stir up in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t like the way that this whole situation was building towards. In a few moments, everyone would see why.

“Oh no..” Dante quietly said. Yup, he felt it. The anxiety in his stomach had reached that boiling point.

Dante, by this point was standing up. His fists were balled up, and he was about to act. It might’ve seemed weird to Andy because nothing happened, but Dante walked a few steps. His brows were furrowed, hinting at anger or some emotion of the like. In the next few moments, it would be explained why he was feeling such emotions as Atticus would not only approach Felicity, Dante’s roommate, but aggressively question her about the daughter of Demeter, May Bentley.

Dante felt a strong protective instinct take over him. He took a few couple of steps forwards, moving past one table that had been flipped from another table that was physically tossed by Atticus. Just as he was about to get closer, Dante stopped. He saw one of the servers intervene where Dante was about to. Dante’s fists went back to their natural open form.

“Oh geez, here she goes again,” Dante heard a man say to the side of him. He also was in a server uniform. Dante looked at him. He was a little shorter than Dante was, but hair of similar shade.

“Rothschild..” Dante said quietly.

“Hm?” Abe looked to Dante, gazing at the son of Hades curiously, “aren’t you Dante Belmont?” Abe asked him.

“Yeah, uh - I mean, yes that’s me.” Dante said. He was never one for conversation. “And you’re Zachariah Abraham Rothschild, Son of Zeus.”

“Just call me Abe.”

Dante nodded. “Okay, Abe.”

Both of them let out a form of a laugh, though Dante’s was more minimal while Abe’s was at normal volume. As the laughs settled, both of them came to the sight of Cecily confronting Atticus. Dante wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he saw Abe was shaking his head. There was an evident worrisome aura about Abe Rothschild. Dante could tell that he had conflicting emotions about his sister. Dante shared similar thoughts, but probably not for all the same reasons that Abe did.

Dante did not feel as much anxiety for Cecily as Abe was probably feeling. His entire attention was on Lissie. He knew that Atticus was strong. Sometimes, he even exceeded Dante when he was powered by his own fears, but Atticus was also violent. Proud too, so with Felicity in the sight of that, Dante felt something intense stirring inside him. It was past the anxiety, and was morphing. It was morphing, and churning. Dante could sense it. His fists were balled up once more and when Atticus had grabbed Cecily’s throat, Dante looked over to Abe, and he had thus disappeared. As if in a blink of an eye. In the following seconds, Dante too would have a reason to launch forth. Felicity was thrown, and Dante had launched himself forward. Not at the speed of Abe, of course, but the demigod speed in him allowed the Son of Hades to cover footage enough to get to Lissie..

Interactions - Cecily, Felicity @lovely complex, Atticus @Viciousmarrow, Preston @Holy Soldier

What happened in the next minute did so way too fast that even if you blinked for just a moment, it was over. Abe came in bursting like a purple lightning bolt, cutting off Atticus’ hold on Cecily as a static-infused fist struck his arm with such precision that it released the grip. Cecily would be on the floor at this point, and Abe delivered a short lightning blast to Atticus in an attempt to increase the distance between he and Cecily.

And in that same moment, Dante had came rushing in, jumping off his right leg into a heroic leap to catch Lissie. Dante never was one for athletics, but he was capable of switching his body midair to which Felicity would be able to use his body as a cushion when they would land just a few yards away from Atticus.

Abe heard the crash, eyes slightly trailed over to Dante. He saw that they were both okay. He smiled, and looked at Cecily. “Are you okay, Cecily?” Abe was trying to make sure that his sister at least knew he still loved her, even if she was feeling nothing but anger towards him. “Even if you aren’t, you soon will be. This ape won’t hurt you anymore.”

As Abe’s attention came to the Sanguine Son. He felt nothing but disappointment for him. “Atticus, for someone who claims to have pride in themselves, you most certainly aren’t showing it.” Abe smirked, gesturing to the gown he was wearing. “I mean, really? You couldn’t put off your rage for a few minutes so you could get properly dressed? No one here can take you seriously, Caesar. You may very well have the blood of four gods running through your veins, but I bet you that all of them are shaking their heads at how ridiculous you look.” Abe said, not being able to contain his laugh. He then looked behind Atticus, seeing those behind him laughing. “My apologies for the view. I’m sure it’s not a pleasant one.” Abe gave them a reassuring smile.

As Abe prepared himself for whatever was going to come his way thanks to his words about Atticus, the Son of Zeus couldn’t hide his surprise when of all people, Preston, had intervened. He dowsed Atticus in some liquid. Knowing the Son of Hera, it was probably Ambrosia. Abe knew that Ambrosia was being served here, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the Ambrosia of legend. That stuff was just too potent to be served to the masses here. Still, Abe watched as Preson’s interference would soon give light to a fire in front of him. It was underneath Atticus, and the seconds that followed would soon have the Son of Area surrounded in fire. Instincts took over, and Abe threw himself over Cecily. Whether she would like it was moot at this point. He wanted to protect her. Nut shot was predicted.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Northern Lights — Thirty Seconds to Mars — LOVE LUST FAITH + DREAMS (Explicit Version)
When the Children Cry — White Snake — 100 Hair Metal Essentials
You — Five Finger Death Punch — The Wrong Side of Heaven and the Righteous Side of Hell Vol. I
Snake Devil — Scary Kids Scaring Kids — Scary Kids Scaring Kids
My Disease — A Skylit Drive — Wires...And the Concept of Breathing
All I Want — A Day to Remember — What Separates Me From You
The Audience — Coheed and Cambria — The Color Before the Sun
Going to Hell - Acoustic — The Pretty Reckless — Going to Hell (Deluxe Edition)
Tears Don’t Fall — Bullet For My Valentine — The Poison (Deluxe Edition)
In Fate’s Hands — The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus — Don’t You Fake It (Deluxe Edition)

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Rock You Like a Hurricane — George Lynch — 100 Hair Metal Essentials
The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You — My Chemical Romance — Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
Tangled in the Great Escape — Pierce the Veil feat. Jason Butler of Letlive — Collide With the Sky
Main Titles — Ramin Djawadi — Game of Thrones (Music from the HBO Series - Season 4)
Devil’s Choir — Black Veil Brides — Wretched and Divine: The Story of the Wild Ones (Ultimate Edition)
The Great Wide Open — Funeral For A Friend — Tales Don't Tell Themselves
...To Be Loved - Live — Papa Roach — Time For Annihilation - On the Record and on the Road
All Signs Point to Lauderdale — A Day to Remember — What Separates Me from You
I Wanna Rock (Remastered Album Edition) — Twisted Sister — Stay Hungry (Deluxe 25th Anniversary Version)
Three Evils(Embodied in Love and Shadow) — Coheed and Cambria — In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3

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You know what, fuck it. If I'm going to be an ugly potato might as well be proud of it! >:T

Being tactically moe after a game of paintball

Waifu not shit-tier

Me crossdressing in lingerie

Nah, here it is actually

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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

10 Years Today — Bullet For My Valentine — The Poison (Deluxe Edition)
100 Suns — Thirty Seconds to Mars — This is War (Deluxe Edition)
When Skeletons Live — Coheed and Cambria — Year of the Black Rainbow
I Swear This Time I Mean It — Mayday Parade — Anywhere But Here (Deluxe Edition)
The Fear and the Madness — Eyeshine — Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight
Alone — Falling In Reverse — Fashionably Late (Deluxe Edition)
Something From Nothing — Foo Fighters — Sonic Highways
Bulletproof Heart — My Chemical Romance — Danger Days: The Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
They Say You Won't Come Back — Breathe Carolina — Hell is What You Make it - Reloaded
Right Back at it Again — A Day to Remember — Common Courtesy (Deluxe Edition)

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Ash didn’t hit him because of that last comment, so that was a plus. She allowed Jackson to move freely, so that was another plus. All signs were pointing to nothing but good things. So much so that Jackson would proceed to stand up to stretch his legs. Before he would get the chance to, however, he heard some rather disheartening news. The realization that Ash was not only going to get married, but in just three-weeks time had frozen him as he was halfway up, prompting him to place his butt on the couch once more.

Pain from her knee upon his balls was still there, but it wasn’t the priority when it came to the pain he felt. Coming all this way after five years to win her back, Jackson saw her. He talked to Ash. she was here in his apartment. They were talking as if nothing had changed between them. He would make silly comments, and she would return him with that laugh that he loved so much. She would hit him and he would forget about it because he loved her more than anyone in this world. He would act reckless and she would calmly scold him. He would make a mess and she would tell him to clean it up. All of that was present, yet..

Before Jackson could say anything. He wouldn’t say anything positive, so he would keep his thoughtless mouth shut. It wasn’t until Ash broke the silence that he smiled, kind of foolishly. It was that kind of smile that showed signs of being relieved. “For sure. Can’t miss the opportunity to congratulate the lucky son of a bitch that won your heart.” Jackson said, half-honest in his words. He was happy for Ash, but a bittersweet tone was laced into his words. He wished it was him, but alas he simply was too late. Could have would have should have, but too late.

Still smiling at Ash, Jackson let out a laugh when she mentioned her family. Apparently, from what he remembered about her telling him about them, they were still as uptight as ever. “They probably fused with that stick up their asses, huh? I bet their one with the stick.” Of course Jackson had to say that. Couldn’t pass up the chance to be yourself huh, Jackson Drake? Of course not because you’re an idiot. “But right, I guess I can’t go around calling everyone “dude” or “bitch”, huh?” Jackson kind of half-shrugged. “I’ll keep my Jack-O-Meter on low, then.” Jackson winked. It was that kind of affirming wink. Totally nothing more to it, at all.

As she continued speaking, she actually would willingly invite Adi? Oh lords, does she not know what she’s doing? Adielle might be a good friend to JAckson, but she’s also a bit of a loose cannon. At least Jackson knew when to call it quits on certain things. Adi never has - and probably never will - end her craziness. Jackson internally wept for anyone who would get involved with her knowing that they would surely be in it for the for the long-haul.

Jackson shook his head as soon as Ash mentioned Ghost. Alex was his name, but everyone knew him as Ghost.

“You’re kidding me? That idiot is a mercenary? Was he the one who killed Bin Laden? No wait, that’s too extreme for that dumbass.” he said. To Jackson, Ghost always seemed to be a bit of a loose cannon just like Adi, but in a different way. He had anger, like Jackson did himself, and he also was impulsive. To think that he actually found work that would be able to channel that somewhat. Jackson would have to catch up on that fucker at some point. They were overdue for it, that’s for sure.

While Jackson was still thinking about Ghost and his career ventures, he took Ash’s hand to stand up. Both of them were finally able to stretch their legs. Jackson rotated his arms clockwise and then counterclockwise. He heard the joints crack. “Oh what sweet relief.” Jackson felt a sense of bliss when his joined had cracked. Being in such a stressful position as he was when Ash had her knee just inches away from crushing the royal jewels, standing up next to her in her lingerie, which Jackson tried to keep his eyes off, standing up was a nice change of pace.

Jackson did some motion of a nod to Ash. He would love to sit down with Ghost again. He was pretty sure Adi wouldn’t mind either. She was like that. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Jackson gave her a cheeky smile that only he would give. It was that kind of idiotic grin.

But when she went to the topic of horses, Jackson looked at her a bit perplexed. “No, I can’t say that I have.” Jackson said, scratching his head trying to remember if he ever did. “Don’t tell me you actually have a horse?” Jackson knew that was a stupid question. Of course she did. She was rich, after all. Rich people had horses. She probably had a pony as a child and everything. Oh God, Jackson now just pictured little girl Ash on her white pony. Jackson started laughing lightly. Ash wouldn't know what about, so it would be like it came out of nowhere. It only lasted for a moment or two. “Even if I am, they can go fuck themselves. I wanna see your horsey, Ash.” Jackson said. He gave her a grin yet again.

A few moments of some silence passed, and Jackson looked at Ash as she brought him in for a hug. At first he wanted to pull away. This was just JAckson still feeling - oh one would say hurt -at the news that she was getting married, but once he was holding her slender body in his arms, something familiar came back to him. The way she was able to make him forget almost anything with just her embrace. Granted, there was also the fact that she was half naked, and he had to restrain himself from wanting to tear it off. That wouldn’t be a wise thing to do. So he just held onto the moment for as long as he could.

He closed his eyes, taking in her scent. A not-so-obvious whiff of her scent, JAckson let a blissful smile form on his face. The way she smelled had a fresh, cool aroma to it. There was a subtle floral fragrance that he caught. “I missed this.” Jackson said, unaware that he actually said it aloud. He held onto her with a tight grip. His arms around her upper back, fingers were locked, and Jackson didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want this moment to escape him. He didn’t want to ever let her go. He wouldn’t mind if time would freeze at this very moment. He didn’t care if they would grow old in this very spot. JAckson, just for this moment or two, had forgotten that she was set to get married or that he selflessly didn’t state why he was really here. There was nothing else that mattered to him.

But like all good things, this must come to an end.

As disappointed as he was, JAckson gave her a smile again.

Ash told him he shouldn’t leave his shit around. He shrugged. It was whatever to him. It felt familiar, so why would he want to change?

When she had went to get her dress, Jackson couldn’t peel his eyes away. Oh how that rump had given him many magnificent dreams. He always went to touch it, but too little, too late. She had gotten the dress from the ground, and she folded it on the table. “Adi brought a few things over from Las Vegas. I’m sure she won’t mind you using them for the time being.” Jackson said. He went over to his closet, and pulled out a pair of yellow and pink polka dotted pajama pants, and a tank to match it. “Sorry it’s so brightly-colored. Coincidentally, Adi hasn’t changed much either.” Jackson let out a laugh handing them to her. As she would switch into them, JAckson stretched his arms one last time. “I’ll park it on the couch again. You get the bed. No fighting me on it, either.” Jackson said, plopping on the couch.

He didn’t have the strength to stay awake any longer. It wouldn’t be long before Ash would hear his blissful snoring as he laid stomach first, head half off the couch, and eyes closed.

The hours went by, and Jackson slipped in and out of his unconscious state on the couch from hell. Though he was able to fall asleep rather quickly, his eyes kept on opening and closing periodically. Maybe he was too groggy to notice, but each time he opened up his eyes, he could have sworn that he saw Ash going back and forth from his sight. Perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him.

Jackson shrugged, and wiped his eyes, struggling to get up from the three-seat couch he was laying on. In retrospect, he should have invested in a more comfortable couch, or at the very least slept on the couch in his living room. At least there he knew he would be a little more comfortable and would have slept better. Now, not only did he not sleep well, but there was this massive knot in his neck that he could see be a both all day. When he tried to turn his neck, his neck started to ache beyond belief.

Now as he was in an upright position, two things occurred to Jackson as he looked around. The first thing was the aroma in the air. He heard the sizzling sounds of oil coming from his kitchen. It was sausage and bacon. He would recognize that smell anywhere. They were his favorite breakfast sides, after all. Though, just laying everything out there in the open, Jackson liked any food that wasn’t necessarily good for him. It didn’t matter if it was greasy sides like sausage and bacon, or if it was deserts or whatever. Bottom line was that Jackson really liked food that would otherwise be considered unhealthy for the human body. Oh well. He liked his food as God intended it to be: full of your friend, Fat.

“But why do I smell that now?” Jackson’s curiosity got the better of him. He got up, which brought him to the other thing that he noticed. His apartment was clean. Not only was it clean, but it seemed to be spotless. All of the clothes that were on the floor, scattered wherever Jackson had previously left them were no longer there. Either JAckson was still dreaming or Ash was a busy bee while he was snoozing.

Jackson wandered into the kitchen to get an even deeper whiff of the aroma that got his lazy ass up to begin with. When he turned to the stove, there he saw Ash. She was wearing those yellow and pink pajamas that he told her about. Good thing she took his advice, but Jackson was scratching his head at the fact that she was cooking. Though he still felt guilty, a few seconds later his stomach was growling. It was probably the aroma that the eggs and bacon and sausage was giving off. No more guilt.

“You’ve been a busy bee, Ash.” Jackson said, announcing his arrival in the kitchen. “Not only do you cook, but you also clean? That husband-to-be of yours is one lucky guy, that’s for sure.” Jackson knew what he said. He did so as a joke. Besides, Ash knew him. She knew his sense of humor. Surely she’ll just let that one slide. If not, then breakfast would be awkward as fuck. “So,” Jackson began to shake the awkward silence of the past moment, “what did you make?” he asked, taking a leaning position against the counter, blue eyes on Ash.

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