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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

So, a few things.

First off, @HaleyTheRandom and @SpicyMeatBall your characters are both accepted. Feel free to move them over to the CHARS tab whenever it suits you.

And secondly, though I have talked to a couple of you regarding your characters, the following people have either been relatively quiet in regards to their current placeholders or haven't posted their characters and would just like to do a courtesy check:

_{@Rockette @SouffleGirl123 @voltaic @arabxlla @ArticBeaver @Cleverbird}

I hope everything is going well with you guys and if there's anything I can do to help, please let me or Plank know!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

L O C A T I O N / / King’s Academy Cafeteria

I N T E R A C T I O N S / / Fostering Loneliness in Arrivals of Yellow

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He felt it. The rhythm of her body moving against to the beat of the bass dropping and the breakdown starting. The way she pulled away and he effortlessly got close again, the game of cat and mouse in the presence of chaperones and often peering eyes from those they had either interrupted or felt obligated to watch them. They were the most unlikely of pairs to dance in such a borderline-inappropriate manner, yet the game they played (more him than her) was infectious. After some point, others imitated them with the utmost flattery possible.

With that smile that Kavi was so known for brandishing more so than the words broke it, he went in one last for a subtle dip in his eyes, but not so subtle in the eyes of the wary teachers and certain guardian figures who were keeping a close eye to make sure the homecoming dance didn’t become the fuckfest that they feared it would become. As soon as he brought her up, he found it almost impossible to not chuckle at her comments.

“And who says that would be a bad experience?”

As soon as he said that, Kavi’s eyes fell on where April’s had been no more than a few seconds ago. The gathering scene of where Santiago was. He saw the little blonde troublemaker that doubled as the resident troll, the ever-entertaining Penny. A few clicks to the left, he saw one relieved Stella with her no-chance-in-hell date, Oliver being as supportive as he could. If Kavi had to wager, Santiago probably went over to poor Stella and got pulled away by the others. And if that was the case, then Kavi had a few ideas what was going to happen.

And that’s when Mara was leaving a scathing Santi. Oh, what Kavi would give to know what red buttons the little blonde touched to cause that guy to almost lose it. That wasn’t what Kavi found most amusing. No, it became evident as he had looked back at April that she was going through somerthing. If he had to place a bet, there was something about her averting glance from Santiago that gave him a...feeling that she wanted to go over there, but for obvious reasons, there was something holding her back.

He only out a sigh as he let go of her hips, stepping back. “Go on, then,” Kavi said all of a sudden. He even gestured to his date. “I know you want to go over there. It’s practically written all over your sexy face. Either that or ignore him, but subtlety isn’t your forte, Foster. I know it’s not mine either, which is why I’m telling you this. Get it out there for your own sake,” He insisted, patting her somewhat gently on the back as if trying to accelerate the decision process.

April just stared back at Kavi. It was evident that she was not expecting him to have noticed, let alone both how fast and accurately it had happened. She took in a breath in looked at him, trying to relax herself "Fuck, was it that obvious...? I'm sorry Kavi ...I can stay, its fine. I am your date for tonight."

She's sorry?

Kavi was finding this the most confusing thing ever and he had to deal with Stella's nonstop texts during her Santiago phase. But, Kavi wasn't a total ass, so he wasn't going to hold that against her. If he had his choice, he'd rather hold himself against her. "Listen, I'm going to say this because I actually have respect for you, which is a lot more I can say for most of the girls here," Kavi said, his eyes falling directly where he remembered seeing Marisol. "You have unfinished business with Santiago. I don't know what it is, but you need to do that. Now, if you happen to still want to finish this date like how everyone here thinks they are supposed to, come to find me. I'll be around," he informed her, leaning in, stopping directly in front of her face and it took a left and on that cheek, he gave her a simple kiss.

"Thanks. There's just...more going on than you know." April paused, her brain moving faster than her mouth could keep up with. "This has been a great afternoon, despite everything." She froze as Kavi leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, her heart racing. April's cheeks flushed red and she looked down as Kavi pulled away. All April could manage before she turned to leave was a gentle smile, and then a simple "Goodbye Kavi.." before she turned and began her approach to hell that awaited her.

“I hate her leaving but I love watching her go.”

As much as he would have loved to keep her in his arms and try and woo her into forgetting Santiago, there was no way that was going to happen. If she was constantly thinking about that pill salesman while Kavi did some of his best moves, it wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience for either of them. Besides, the sooner she got the devil off her mind meant more time she would be able to focus on the Kavimiester.

He casually took out his phone as he started to walk away from the dancefloor. He sent the following to Santiago.

You can’t ever say I never did anything for ya, amigo.

By the time he sent that message, Kavi scanned the area. The problem he found with doing the right thing - something he was trying to do more of - was being left to his own devices. Granted, he wasn’t as unliked as Sonny was. He heard things about his comments and how it rubbed people the wrong way. And perhaps Kavi wasn’t the shining example of a good guy, but he was leagues above Sonny and definitely wasn’t as obnoxious as the current obsession his homecoming date had, but he knew he wasn’t perfect. Surprise! Kavi’s flawed.

However long he was lost in his own thoughts, he found himself in one of the tents where he saw Santiago’s homecoming date. Thinking to himself, he thought it could be a fun time getting to know the troublemaker, especially since they have something in common in Santiago Fernandez.

“Sup, Lil Yellow?” Came Kavi’s comment from behind. There was a decent height difference. It wasn’t a sizable amount. Kavi couldn’t rest his arm over the top of her head. Or rather, he could do that but it wouldn’t set a good first-ish impression. But there was something that could be accomplished. “I thought you had a date with the devil?” He asked mockingly.

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L O C A T I O N / / Homecoming at the Country Club

I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H / / Oliver, the Gay Sweetheart

Never in her life did Stella’s heart beat any faster than it was in the span of just three minutes.

She made the terrible, terrible, unfortunate mistake of calling him over when she first saw him. Stella didn’t know why she did it even after he had left her and Oliver in peace. Even after Penny, who for a short moment, had casually started a conversation with Stella and Oliver, but promptly left when she saw that Santiago had left. Everything happened so fast for the anxious girl that by the time she was able to have a moment of peace, her heart was all in a flutter and she couldn’t find the time to actually take a moment to breathe. It took her hunching over on all fours and deeply wheezing as her dark locks fell over her face, hindering the fearful face of the fragile girl.

Boy, what a fun minute it was for her trying to gather herself. Thankfully, Oliver was there for her the entire time. She still couldn’t fathom what it was about her and Diablo. Why did she have so little control over her actions around? And added to that, why god’s name didn’t he stay? She knew how he was and knew exactly what drove him to do the things he often did for his own amusement. It was that reason alone that boggled her why he didn’t stay. It wasn’t a full sequence of moments did she see a group gathered around him. She didn’t know what happened, but something along the lines of a pissed of Mara running past where Stella had previously been hunched over.

“I am now,” she quickly answered Oliver when he asked if she was okay. “I just don’t understand what it is about me and that boy.” Stella breathed out a somewhat confused, if not just slightly annoyed, sigh. “I’m sorry you had to see me do my best imitation of Koffing’s evolved form.” Stella made the most subtle, unrecognized, totally-indie joke about a generation one Pokemon.

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L O C A T I O N / / Class and then place of food

I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H / / No one but his own self

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Sonny wasn't much of a dancer. Ask anyone who knew him even remotely well. And he hasn't been for the longest time. It's been like this since he was a little kid. His mother, bless her heart because Sonny knew it was in the right place, couldn't get him to take dance lessons early on. Jackson wanted his wife to be happy and since Andrea was too busy and thought dancing was beneath her (yes even as a little girl she thought that), Viola wanted to get her son into it. Growing up, he was quite fond of his mother - a momma's boy, even! - so he did whatever she wanted to make her happy. Only, it turned out that he didn't possess the Banks elegance, so not long after Sonny showed little to no grace, Viola happily took him out of those ballet lessons and allowed her husband to sign him up for Judo.

But, as he stood there, looking at Nadia, her face as clear and porcelain like a doll with locks of red-orange color, a moment passed through him that he was reminded of how much he hated dancing. Well, it wasn’t so much that he hated to dance, but his experience since when he was a child left a bad taste for it in his mouth. The way Nadia smiled at him seemed to quell that thought for a moment. Something about the way her smile glimmered made him smile as well.

At that moment when Nadia accepted his offer, his slight curve of a smile was briefly followed by an air of silence and a laugh that was just low enough for only the two of them to hear it. He took her hand, gripping it somewhat gently because he knew Nadia was somewhat fragile but not the tender fragile. She more in the softly-spoken, ‘handle with care’ fragile. Her hand felt like a feather that slowly fell into his open palm, guided by the encouraging breeze of the brisk Saturday night.

Sonny, with a surprisingly-gentle face on hers, was just about to take Nadia onto the dancefloor, getting somewhat closer to where the others were doing their own thing, then all of a sudden Julie Macmillan showed up unexpectedly. This was a welcomed surprise. She and Sonny had become decent friends and since Marisol had gone up and ghosted him on several occasions, she kind of filled that particular void, though it wasn’t really the same. Julie was a lot more - oh, Sonny would say elegant - than Marisol could ever hope to be. In the end, it was alright. She was doing her own thing and Sonny couldn’t fault her for that, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

But of course, hell will freeze over before he ever let her know that. Even after he happened to see her with Salem (even if it was just a brief moment), he wasn’t going to allow her the satisfaction of seeing him actually be affected by whatever nonsense she was up to, not when he had so many beautiful redheads willing and waiting to occupy his time. But if only Andres would beat it. He’s cramping Sonny’s style.

“Well, isn’t it my third-favorite redhead.”

Sonny tried to be funny, but in the end, he only made himself cringe.

“I kid, of course. I only know three redheads, so that’s not really fair.”

Yeah, that was much better.

Adjusting his jacket somewhat, Sonny’s chestnut-colored eyes gave Nadia and Julie a look a few times over. He gave Andres a bit of a judgmental expression, but that was because, by the time he had gotten off the phone, he said something in Spanish and Sonny wanted to at least pretend to care what he said, but before he could attempt that, the Latino said something that was automatically tuned out as he left.

“Well, okay I guess we’ll be seeing him later,” the male commented, unable to withhold the overwhelming need to roll his eyes. But on the plus side, Sonny could now genuine appreciate the company of not one, but two beautiful girls who want nothing more than to please him. Or engage in productive conversation. Either or worked for him. “And to answer your question, I don’t do the dancing thing often. Mom tried to get me into it and I remember it being absolutely horrible. Like who enters their five-year-old son in ballet?”

Again Sonny couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Just the thought of it made him visibly scowl at the memory.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W — My Chemical Romance — Danger Days: The Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Tech Noir — Gunship — Gunship (Self-Titled Album)
Everything Is Possible Now — Clouds and Thorns — Clouds and Thorns (Self-Titled Album)
Hope of Morning — Icon for Hire — Icon For Hire (Self-Titled Album)
Playing Favorites — The Starting Line — The Makes Yourself At Home EP
Blue on Black — Kenny Wayne Shepherd — Trouble Is...
Plagues of Babylon — Iced Earth — Plagues of Babylon
Teenage Dream (Katy Perry Cover) — Nick Pitera — The Covers: Volume One
Close to Your Heart — Counterfeit — Together We Are Stronger
If you Can't Ride Two Horses At Once, You Should Get Out of the Circus (Noah D Remix — Asking Alexandria and Noah D — Stepped Up and Scratched
My Famed Disappearing Act — Thank You Scientist — Maps of Nonexistent Places}

Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

Bit of an announcement

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@Inkarnate @SleepingSilence @Crimson Flame @Stern Algorithm @Denny @tobiax

First off, for those of you still interested, I am happy to hear it. I know things have been a bit quiet around here. Holidays and general lack of inspiration was my main cause, but I'm happy to say that's over for the time being. I do have a few things to address, so let me get straight to them.

Hero has stepped down as Co-GM, so once Inkarnate gets his post up, the second round of posts can begin. In the case of that, it's going to be relatively open, but this is where our digimon partners should appear. How far you take that will be entirely up to you. Interactions, collabs - whatever you feel is necessary going forward - have fun with it. We'll be entering a broader stage in the next couple of rounds of posts. Don't feel like you are only contained to one post per round. If you have the inspiration, post as much as you want to (within reason of course).

On another note, while I would definitely prefer to have all eight at the same time, I don't think we need to fill out the eighth slot right away. It'll happen eventually. For now, we can just focus on the RP.

Ban the Person above you

Banned because that's not how you speak to your king. Show some respect.

&&𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.

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“I hate rain.”

An annoyed, almost whining-like growl escaped his flesh-colored lips. A lot of greater men were unaffected by the tiny droplets of moisture that fell from the sky. Had this particular day been any other without the double-faced excitement and slight stress not been weighing on Francisco’s shoulders, perhaps the man wouldn’t have minded his premium, exclusive-to-him, Spanish leather suit (yes Spanish because he refused to wear anything but his native country’s work) being lightly drenched with the mild downpour of rain hitting him and the maroon umbrella he had hovering over him. God forbid he actually allow this rain mess up the hours that went into getting the smooth texture of each, individual streak of his dark brown hair and that’s not even mentioning the slight, careful trimmings he made to his facial hair. The rain wasn’t going to harm a hair on his chinny, chin-chin.

Footsteps blended in with the downpour, smooth concrete and hard leather tapped and tapped. As he made his way across the street had heeded a turn, soon it was clear that he was heading in the right direction. Not only were crowds of people gathering outside the history museum, but guests dressed similarly to Francisco entered the Paramorlian Cathedral. And, before he would as well, the Spain national took a few moments to admire the structure and all of its beauty. He had a job to do, of course. People were likely watching him from afar. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that The Bird had eyes on him from a secure location. Wherever they were, he turned around, and raised his umbrella for only a moment and smiled at the tallest building he could find.

Shortly after taking another series of long moments, the man took to his own entry. As he reached the door, a well-dressed, obviously well-equipped man who posed as the doorman (Cisco knew he was more than that). His experience at these events could just tell, based off of the posture of the subtlety-buff male that he had some sort of bulletproof armor under that Italian suit and there was likely a gun or firearm of some variety on his person. Had he been a guessing man, which Francisco Delgado Jr prided himself in being, it was on the doorman’s dominant side.

“Your invitation, sir?” The man asked him, a voice that was modestly deep. The man himself was of African-American descent. Francisco heard the subtle hint of a Nigerian accent mixed in with the North American influence.

Smiling back at the neutral-faced guard, Francisco pulled out an envelope that was elaborately-designed. Along with the sigil of the Paramorlian History Museum, the name of the gala was also present. “This should cover everything, señor,” he spoke as courteous as he could muster. What he really wanted to do was punch this guy in the mouth because that’s how much his superiority complex demanded of him. But, to save face and not get thrown out by whatever person was in charge, Francisco refrained.

“Very good, sir. Enjoy the Gala!”

In exchange, Francisco received a stylish, wrist bracelet that ironically blended in with the suit he was wearing so it didn’t stand out too much. It was still tacky and just a little too plain for his flashy tastes, but that wasn't so important that the man was going to waste his breath or any of his time or energy on it. He’d rather focus on what he came here to do, which just so happened to case the area top to bottom as he put on the best socializing smile he had in him and pretend he actually gave two shits about what these aristocrats had to say about the building and the latest gossip.

So he spent the better part of an hour talking to businesspeople, owners of art shops, art dealers, musicians, historians, CEOs of companies from the surrounding cities that had an interest in The Badlands, and basically anyone too rich for Francisco’s genuine interest. Some of them were interesting like an old, wealthy white lady who seemed to be plagued with thoughts about how her latino lover cheated on her with her granddaughter. This was interesting to him because it reminded him of the telenovelas that he remembered his baby sister loved as a kid.

Another that caught his eye was an alluring beauty he had only caught from behind. To his undoubtable surprise, this beauty wasn't a beauty at all. From the back, she looked like something out of his dreams, but when she turned around, Francisco did all that he could to prevent the champagne coming back up to properly greet her. It wasn’t that she was ugly in the way her face was shaped or even the way her eyes seemed too far from her nose. It was her attitude. How she blatantly referred to him as a name that nobody other than his own father called him and even then, it wasn’t the kind of thing anyone in their right mind would dare say without any shame. Clearly, an ignorant person who forgot they lived in the 21st century.

He had to pull himself away from the growing group of older and younger people than him if he was going to maintain any of his dignity and, above all else, his sanity. Casing this place was becoming a lot more work than he initially thought it was going to be. Every corner he turned, if there wasn’t a guard posted by every exit, there had been an annoying gala-goer wanting to speak to him. And in all that time, he had been going from one panel where a translated page was translated to another. His interest, though it was increasing to the point of genuine curiosity of the contents, what Cisco really wanted was to find the book itself - the famed Atis. The only problem he was experiencing was getting from the Gala main floor to where it could be located at.

And thus there lay the root of his problem. He more had the means, but it wasn’t the actual doing of the act that presented Francisco with his biggest obstacle; it was distracting the guards long enough to sneak where he needed to get to, but alone, he found that near to impossible. What he needed was someone willing to distract, or at the very least, buy him time to do what the device his kid sister gave to him. He knew that was asking for a miracle.

“In other words? I’m screwed.”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Disclaimer! @Hero couldn't access the guild and asked me to post this for them. <3}

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Alright...so far so good.

A terribly optimistic thought, but whatever. Victoire was sufficiently annoyed enough; the numerous amount of looks and glares from other students was enough to drive her up the wall. People needed to get over themselves, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with her own ‘pair’, if she could even call it that. By some miracle she avoided both authority figures and her own date, outright lying to any teacher that saw her alone inside. She didn’t even care, she just wanted the night to be over so she could go home and pass out in bed.

At least the place looked decent. Looking around as she made her way through the crowd, she paused as she spotted Nadia with Sonny. Nope, not dealing with that, at least not unless she was buzzed enough to tolerate him. Making a turn, she came face to face with her brother, who seemed equally as surprised to see her. She recognized that stupid look on his face though; he must have run into Santiago before coming here.

“Pre-gaming with your boy?” Victoire asked, unamused at the shit-eating grin he gave her.

“Hey, I was being a good friend,” Lucas informed her, crossing his arms. “Ride or die, through thick and thin, bros before hoes--actually, that...last one doesn’t really apply ‘cuz of the girl but uh...yeah.”

Victoire gave him a blank stare, blinking slowly. “Wow. Just when I think the shit that comes out of your mouth couldn’t be any stupider, you prove me wrong. Well done.”

“You are welcome,” Lucas nodded, slowly avoiding her as he tried to go around her, but she turned on her heel and punched his shoulder. “Ow! Domestic violence is not okay, Vic!”

Ban the Person above you

Banned because the Banning King is back to reclaim his throne.

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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