Altered Tundra

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location • Apollo Cafe
Time • 8AM-8:30AM
Interactions • Luciana @Allycat; Gus @Lionhearted; Brief mention of Emma @Rockette}

Silence and Vivian Lucasta never did get along but neither did she and crowds. Not that the group that was gathering over where she had spotted Dal was upsetting her in any way, but something that Vivian could feel swirling in the pit of her stomach was the anxiety that she always felt when unwarranted loud noises were upon her. She felt it, too; the sensation that crawled up the back of her spine and all the way up to the nape of her neck. It always happened when Vivian, through no fault of her own, of course, retreated into a social bubble that always had her withdrawing herself from Confident Vivian.

But Vivian kept smiling. It was her default reaction for everything -- good or not. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism but it was one that didn’t make anyone suspicious of how terrified she got sometimes. As she curled her mouth and showed her pearly whites, she felt a small bump from Emma, that Daughter of Nyx who saved everyone. When she quietly apologized, Vivian nodded. “No worries~” She didn’t know if the girl heard her, but soon she was gone almost as soon as she left. Vivian caught the sight of her holding two drinks as she left the cafe.

Gus spoke up, which prompted Vivian to internally panic. She had no idea of knowing if he was perceptive enough to spot how much she was struggling to keep up her positive energy and just smile, but when he specifically mentioned Dallas’ general area, she let out a breath of relief. Never had she felt such a weight being lifted off her shoulder. “Oh, no it’s okay. Besides, he’s busy and--”

Vivian was cut off by both the sounds and sight of her dearest friend in the entire world (or at least at the school), Luciana. Almost instantly, Vivian stood up and embraced Luci in a tight hug, jumping around just briefly. Just by doing that, whatever positive energy Vivian was giving off would have been felt throughout the entire cafe and magnified almost twice. Only the feeling one got when their best friend showed up so randomly would generate such a reaction from a girl who was about three seconds away from falling out of her chair.

“Luci!!! I’m so happy you’re here!” Vivian said, still holding onto her friend, still embracing her as tightly as her slender arms would allow. “Yesterday was so miserable. You wouldn’t believe how terrible it was.” She sighed, exasperated. “And oh my god, I know! I haven’t checked my roommate yet. I don’t think mine was even here when the names were said to us yesterday. Who do you got? Or have they not told you yet?”

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_{Location • Olympus Academy — Hestia Housing Building, Apartment 2D
Time • Sometime after 8:00AM
Interactions • Emma @Rockette}

When the fight had ended and the group was escorted back to the apartment building, the overall morale wasn’t high. A lot seemed sour about how the staff came in and assumed direct control of a fight that was pretty much near its end. Damien didn’t feel anything one way or the other. During the entire night, the amount of raw void energy he siphoned from Emma was enough to kill him. He knew this because, by the time he had reached his room and collapsed near his bed, the swirling madness inside him had finally done what he had feared.

The first hours that had Damien on his bed, face down no less, felt like he had overworked his entire body and every muscle in his body was being consumed by some flesh-eating parasite. Every second that seemed to pass only made it worse. Despite having the desperate urge to scream, despite every fiber in his being wanting to take his power of shadows and end it right then and there, Damien didn’t take the coward’s way out. That wasn’t who he was. That and he knew it was only temporary. No matter how bad the pain got, once he gave it two or three hours, it would subside.

...Only it didn’t.

Throughout the night and after the rays of sunlight illuminated the darkness from his room, Damien was hunched over on the floor, holding his stomach as though if he were to remove his hands it was going to explode. Groans slowly made their way from his mouth and Damien was experiencing a first: genuine fear. The times before were nothing like this. His intake of his sister’s power, though it was substantially larger than previous times, didn’t dissolve after a couple of hours or even by the time morning came. It remained and the anguish growing deep inside him only seemed to make it worse.

“Why won’t it dissipate?”

Words felt like poison as his lips burned and his voice was lower than a murmur. Damien’s eyes opened and he saw only the color of a blinding red but everything he saw was like blood seeping through the cracks of each side of his room. When he turned his head one direction, a deep crimson consumed his vision and hid the white walls from him. Additionally, the pain in his stomach expanded to his head. It was about to explode and Damien had no way of knowing whether his body was going to consume itself or if when his new roommate came in was going to find nothing but the clothes on his back covered in black goo.

For probably the first time, Damien wasn’t okay. A depressing, sickly feeling crawled up his spine. It was at that exact moment did Damien feel the hours of gradual fatigue hit him at once. His entire body lifted itself into the air like he was a man possessed and his limbs contorted themselves. First, his arms folded inward, cracking limbs and bones as Damien couldn’t hold it in. His legs soon did the same as they twisted like a rope and soon Damien’s body was a ball, every inch he was in his vertical frame was reduced to this ball of human flesh wrapped in black leather.

And with a needle of white coming from the sides of the walls and Damien Black felt it pierce through him as easily as a hot knife sliced through butter. With this spike inside him, Damien’s ball-like form had exploded, splattering the walls of his room, the furniture near his bed, and the windows in a black goo that should have been red…

Suddenly, Damien rushed upright, heart heavily with how fast it was beating and the overwhelming sense of dread coursing through his body. “It felt so...real.” He was so thrown by what he just experienced that the Son of Nyx wasn’t sure if what he experienced was a dream. There was no way that could have been a dream. “It was so vivid and ...real.”

If it was indeed a dream, then what caused it? Surely it wasn’t his sister’s powers. Could that happen? Oh, what was he thinking? Anything was possible and he knew his sister inside and out. If there was one thing about Damien that he took an unbridled pride in, it was how close he was to Emma. They knew each other’s deepest secrets, including the extent to their powers. Both knew how dangerous the other’s powers were and them being side by side was the only way they knew to keep them in check.

“That had to be it.”

He was throwing out guesses at this point but it was the only thing that made sense. Or at least, maybe since he had just awoken from that dream, he wasn’t thinking clearly. The only thing he knew was the last time he siphoned her powers, he felt more empathetic than he usually was. Now, it was the dreams. How many more times can he do this before it consumes him like what he just drempt?

As he thought on that, the question would have to be answered another time. It wasn’t long until he heard the door to his apartment open and instantaneously, he smelled the intoxicating aroma of black tea mixed with green tea enter his and his roommate’s apartment. He put on a pair of gray sweatpants and walked out of his room. To his surprise, he didn’t see his roommate (whoever that was) but instead, his darling sister holding what he could only assume was a black tea with one splash of milk from Apollo Cafe.

“I was wondering who that was.” Damien laughed, smiling lazily. He was trying to hide it but the bags under his eyes and disheveled hair was a clear indication that he slept like shit and he felt even worse. “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t sleep in. Nobody would blame you if you chose to hibernate for the entire semester.” He remarked as he took a sip of the semi-bitter tea, just as was exactly how the Gods intended black tea to taste like.

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

request type. // Set: Signature and Avatar
stock and images. // 1 2 & Gif image.
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Put On A Happy Face"
misc. // Since this is based around The Joker, the sort of vibe I'm wanting is very chaotic and just flat out crazy. Feel free to literally go crazy with colors. The Joker is a pretty unpredictable character, so you have the freedom to do what you feel is best. <3 If at all possible, can the gif image be included in the signature in some way? Also, if you use one of the still images for the signature, use the other for the avatar.

Freeform Kingdom Hearts RP

Shit too bad this didn't go anywhere.

Post a random fact about yourself.

No sleep makes for a cranky Tundra.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Jade Taylor

⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"We’re all going to burn"

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Willow Jade Taylor

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

N/A

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

18

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'11
▸ WEIGHT : | 125lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | German-American
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Bluish-Green.

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Jade has been described as having what’s called a “pear body” with measurements that do not make her too skinny but nowhere near curvy. She works out on the regular, which may attribute to her lean build and tight features (stomach, buttocks, legs, etc). Her skin is nowhere near flawless. As a young adult, especially one with the life that she’s had, there is bound to be evidence of previous stress. There are marks along her arms -- well, scars more like it. They have, for the most part, healed due to her metahuman ability, but those kind of scars don’t ever go away that soon. She does tend to keep her blonde hair unkempt, but she has a preference of looping it into a single ponytail. And aside from a slightly angled jawline and the sometimes heavily application of make-up, Jade is relatively above average as far as her natural looks go. Her genes have gifted her with being pretty and that’s honestly the only thing that can be said about that.

▼ | ATTIRE : |
When it comes to her style, there’s something to be said about how Jade can make an outdated look appear to be stylish. For her, sometimes being sexy and being comfortable are one in the same. She generally likes to dress lowkey but with a flavor or two added from the grunge style. This usually translates to some generic tops, flats, jean shorts/pants, dresses often paired with a jacket of some sort, skirts with thigh-high socks, fishnet stockings, flannel shirts if she’s feeling it, and, of course, beanie knit caps for when she can’t be bothered to do her hair in the morning.

Basically, Jade goes through two modes: the mode where she puts effort into looking good and it will show and the mode when she can’t be bothered and will just throw on that doesn’t make her look completely hideous, even though nine times out of ten, she looks around looking like a female bum.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

”Just because they say you can’t do it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

▼ | PERSONALITY : |
There’s a lot to be said about Jade as a person. On the surface, she appears to hold herself with confidence. Dressing the way that she does and not giving a fuck about what anyone might think takes a lot of balls and even more confidence to support the weight of the world that she carries on her shoulders. It might not seem like it, but even at the age of eighteen, Jade has seen more trauma in her life than anyone her age should. Because she hasn’t let it drown her is even more reason that she has a strong will to survive.

First impressions with Jade always seem to go as well as they possibly could. She’s a friendly girl and has just enough of a down-to-earth personality that doesn’t make her boring (which she is anything but), yet it doesn’t make her too overbearing. Her usually chill demeanor always serves as a gesture for people to befriend her. It’s when they see she’s got a chip on her shoulder and a bit of an edge/anger problem that might be a problem later. Being friends with Jade, however, does guarantee that she’ll fight for you at any given moment she senses people might cause a problem for her friends. She’ll defend that person or those people until she dies. Another thing that attracts people to Jade is her love for adventure and her loose interpretation of the rules.

Just as there is an upside to Jade’s overall persona, the biggest downside boils down to two things: her temper and recklessness. Maybe she’ll punch a few people, maybe Jade will do something a little more than what some normal people call “obeying the law”, and maybe -- just maybe -- Jade will blow up at someone so intensely it might actually get physical power wise. Truth is, she doesn’t think half the time. Jade is a passionate young woman and her superpower is an extension of herself, so it only intensifies her unpredictable nature. It doesn’t help that she goes through very high and lows. When she’s high, she feels like she’s at the top of Mount Everest, but when she hits a low, that’s when her emotional instability is seen clear as the fire that can random shoot from her hands.

▼ | SKILLS : |
Street Fighting /// If you had grown up in the slums of Seattle, it was either learn how to defend yourself or die trying. Jade opted for the former. She took up boxing as a form of self defense. She won a few junior competitions during her seven years being a practictioner until an incident involving her uncle forced her to quit and move cross country to North Carolina.

Mechanic /// Through her uncle being the leader of a motorcycle gang, Jade was always around bikes from a young age. Her daily routine was school, boxing, and then hanging about at her uncle’s motorcycle club/garage. There she learned how to take apart motorcycles and put them back together; but eventually that knowledge carried over to automobiles in general. If it has an engine, it was likely Jade knew how to work it and what needed fixing just after a few moments of looking at it.

Eye for Style /// Just because she’s rough around the edges doesn’t mean Jade can’t rock a look. She can make homeless rags look stylish with the right snip here and there. Her mind is wired in just the right way so that she can spot what goes with what. She knows when to take a risk with a certain outfit and when to play it safe. Colors are a huge factor, too!

▼ | BACK STORY : |

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Ever fight a Thunder-God!?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Red | Fire Manipulation

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Jade has always burned with an intense passion and with that emotions run high. And her abilities are a direct extension of that. She is able to concentrate high heat from in her body and project it outward from her body, though mainly her hands. This heat, when physically realized, is fire -- hot, burning, melt-your-face fire. She has been noted to possess the range of five feet in front of her when projecting streams of high-temperature fire from either or both of her hands without any difficulties arising. And as noted during her time at Academy 003, Jade is also capable of generating her own fire for uses such as concentrating the heat into her hands for a literal "burning touch" that can induce burning sensations on skin, causing them to blister, blacken metal after a few seconds of touching them, and completely evaporating small amounts of water. Additionally, Jade is also able to create smaller constructs such as fireballs and hurl them towards a target and she can do it multiple times.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Despite being able to manipulate and generate fire, Jade herself is not actually immune to it completely. If her own fire is thrown back at her, though it will not harm her in the same it would a person without her abilities, she will still get burned. The same also could be said about when she is thrown into heated places. Like everyone else, she is subject to smoke inhalation and burns if the heat is bad enough to get past her partial fire immunity.

Jade's abilities are also quite limited to offensive capabilities. Some say it's because of the wildness of her personality, which often reflects on the overall control she might have. Her manipulation isn't perfect, so it goes without saying that her accuracy when she wants to hit something isn't exactly -- well, accurate. She might miss her marker by a few inches or might completely obliterate it. Either she's too emotional and her fire runs wild like her spirit or she holds back too much, thus doubting her potential.

When Jade activates her burning touch, she can only do it three fingers at a time. If she even attempts to go past that by an inch, it will literally backfire and cause her feel some burning sensations.

Lastly, if Jade ends up soaking wet in water, she will temporarily be unable to use her abilities until dry.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Jade has two weaknesses: anything cold and anything to do with her mental state. When faced with the opposing element, JAde will lose. this is not something she can force out with her will. When her fire comes into contact with anything cold (as long as it is as strong or stronger than her), she will lose. And when Jade is losing control of her mental state, depending on the state of her reserves, which again also depends on just how frantic she might be acting, it'll backfire on her. Jade's abilities will be severely weakened and might even cause a double-edged scenario where she feels more of the fire than her targets do.

High altitudes also present a problem because where it is harder to breathe, Jade cannot properly focus; and if she can't focus, no fire. Also, no food means no fuel and no fuel means no fire.

CANCELLED.

_{Beatrix Kingsley & Samara Hart
Present time, in the Morning Room studio
Collab with @TootsiePop}

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Some students would think the T in HOT was at her lowest of lows, even more so now than when she was dealing with her break up with Owen. She was no longer Vice Prez of the student council and she gave her baby, the Newspaper club, to someone she loved to hate, but ultimately respected. Jamie Callaghan. Following through with their deal was her way of being the little hope left he had, since people started frowning upon him for his gossip article about the HOTtest scandal. They both were starting with a clean slate and had an entirely new hand dealt to them, but… she couldn’t help but miss calling the shots.

The adrenaline rush she got when she worked under pressure just to maintain the newspaper… that’s what she loved. She felt like people listened to her and cared to hear what she has to say, but perhaps the only reason she was made editor-in-chief was because she had Hailey and not because of her skill. That would be the only disheartening thing about it all. People would remember her for years to come as that crazy girl who wrote an article to destroy her ex because she was told he cheated on her, and then when all truth came out she went running back to him because she ‘needs’ someone to coddle her. This was high school and she wouldn’t expect anything less.

In all honesty, she will never stop loving journalism and when she goes to college, she’ll still pursue it. She just needs to take a step back and focus on healing on the inside and becoming the person she’d be okay with seeing in the mirror. In addition to that, she does still care about the school. That will never change. That’s why she is still involved with some clubs, like the Morning Show, although it’s simply as a guiding hand.

For those who actually did care to watch her rise and fall under a magnifying glass, her integrity had a slow fall, where her freshman year was her golden age, where she focused on improving the school rather than tearing it apart. Her sophomore year still showed she cared, but it was more focused on people’s reputations and cliques than actual respectable content. Junior year… she fell from grace and permitted gossip in the paper, and did everything that Hailey said as her right-hand lady, to save the paper, to feel beautiful while standing beside her best friends (Hailey and Ophelia), and to keep her mind off of Owen.

Oh, how things have taken a weird turn. She was back with Owen, she and Ophelia forgave each other but they’re still working on picking up the broken pieces, and she felt purposeless without the paper and without Hailey. Dully, her dark gaze scanned her laptop screen at her empty doc as she decided what to write about, fiction-wise. Fiction wasn’t her strong suit but she was told maybe trying a new writing form could help her. Perhaps taking things she knew, and making it into a story. Rules & Roses? She typed as a tentative title name. Maybe she’ll write something based on the harsh reality of her high school experience… hm.

Her mind was brought back to her surroundings when an unsuspected voice demanded her attention. After closing her laptop and grabbing her cup filled with ice, Trixie stood up so that she was standing at eye level with the primadonna. Gently, she moved the ice in her cup, while looking at Samara Hart contemplatively. “Brian is giving the Morning Show an upgrade by giving Rye help, since every teen star needs a break. And well, y’know, we’re bringing up the production value because we believe in Rye’s show. He just doesn’t think like a producer.”

Trixie shifted her body to face the screen that displayed Becca’s video for the elections, “Henry will run away from his duties, if no one makes sure he’s doing them. Plus, if he actually works maybe the principal will let him off the hook early.” The New Years party changed things for him and Dames, which was the beginning of the dominos falling. Things started happening, one after the other. There was inevitable change and it was all thanks to that shitshow party. HOT would have never fallen, if Trixie never went to that party. But it was written in the stars that things needed to change, for the betterment of the school.

And so she could be happy with herself.

There was no malice coming from the once-so-popular girl’s voice. If anything, she was speaking matter-of-factly. Trixie had gotten soft. There was no doubt about that, or she simply just stopped caring about trying to stay at the top.

Glancing back at the gorgeous blonde, Trixie chuckled at the notion that these were strange times. High school was ever-changing and it was for the best that things were changing. Maybe people would be less about each other and more about themselves, enjoying the days that should be simple. Their high school days. “If you didn’t care about something you wouldn’t be talking to me right now, now would you? So, Samara. What’s up?” Cutting to the chase, Trixie turned back to face the other girl, intriguingly observing her like the clever fox that she was, “What brings you here really?” Not every day where the school’s biggest diva actually wanted to casually talk to her. Strange times, indeed. Then and only then Trixie put the cup to her plumped lips and dipped ice in her mouth. She slowly chewed, with eyes that seemed judgemental but were simply how she looked at people sometimes. A bitchface. You can thank her mama for that.

“Straight to the point? You really are in a mood, then.”

Samara laughed, eyeing Trixie’s no-nonsense gaze. She had seen it many times whenever Mara herself had stared into the mirror every morning she finished doing her hair. She saw it this morning and it amused her. If it weren’t for the rumors of Trix being too loose emotionally (or so they say) and the obvious skin tonal differences, she’d say the two were just about the same, which just the thought of that made Sam more interested in Trixie Kingsley.

“What? I can’t come see my favorite member of HOT -- sorry,” she paused, lowly chuckling, “--my favorite member of the trio formerly known as HOT.” She smiled at Trixie. Just as it seemed Trixie was sizing her up and what Mara’s intentions were, the petite blonde was doing the same. In her case, it was more so Samara getting a feel for Trix. “I admit, we don’t know each other, like at all. Reputations aside, of course, but I’m a fan. You give those who deserve a reminder to not fuck with you and you do it with style! I can respect that.”

“That was the old me.” Trixie shrugged, hopping mind over matter could change the error of her ways. She didn’t want to believe she was vindictive, heartless, and full of malice. She didn’t want to think she was out for herself, like everyone else at this school usually was. Except for the burners. They were the only wholesome group this school had to offer. “Or… I’m just focusing on my college portfolio and spending my last year enjoying it with my boyfriend and friends. Out of this mess.” She gestured around them, to emphasize her point that their school was definitely one of a kind.

Genuine honesty on the table, Trixie gave an exasperated sigh, not knowing if she was fully convinced in her own words that she’d stay out of the heat of school drama and politics. Somehow, it felt like she was usually caught in the middle of it. Anyways, she’d surely try, like she was trying to break her desire to drink liquor to deal with her stress and insecurities. “I wouldn’t say I’m in a mood.” She rolled her eyes at that remark before confessing that she was simply emotionally drained, “These past couple of weeks have just been… a lot. But. I’m not going to bitch and complain about it.” At least, not to someone she didn’t really know.

Her fierce glare went from Sam’s face to the co-stars of the show, Ace and Brynn threading the candidates’ backgrounds together with casual conversation while Riley stood crossed arms by the cameraman, watching them carefully and taking mental notes of where they needed to improve. While she went back down, taking her seat, she observed him que the next candidate (with his earpiece) that her part was coming up and then Emmy-Lou’s segment began. “This school will go to the dogs because let’s be real, this election is an open invitation to the student body. Some of those that have taken interest in this game have shown their faces, but the reality is, it doesn’t take a student council member to control the chaos or embrace it.”

The facility and staff doesn’t even care about the council and if the council doesn’t have a Prez and VP team that’s willing to argue with authority on a daily basis, throw money in their faces to get away with murder, and instill fear in them to be given privileges beyond those that the average student gets, being the so-called ‘leaders’ of this school would be a pointless endeavor. Plus, that trope was already done. She doubted the next key player would be running in this election.

Take, the Weekend Warrior for example. An anonymous writer who talks dirt on their blog, that took precautions like masking their IP address. A blog not limited by journalism integrity. Kids itch for the next article because whenever they do write, it’s always worth the read and always highlights exactly what people want to know. The tea. The Weekend Warrior probably thinks they’re this vigilante making a difference, shit-talking those that are higher up the ladder, but it’s obvious they’re just as invested in this drama than anyone else is, feeding off of people’s reactions. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued at what would happen next.

Sam watched what Trix was watching. Only after a long moment of doing this did she roll her eyes. There was nothing more boring than who was going to fill in the rotation of the next cycle of the student council. Samara never had any interest in it. To those who vied for that small window of fame during high school years were more welcomed to soak up the shallow rays the positioned shone on them. She gave that particular subject an interest-ending shrug as she returned to Trixie.

“I would love to know something though.” Sam pulled up a chair next to where Trixie was sitting. “When you wrote that article and let the dominoes fall where they may, did it send a rush through your veins? I’m talking about the moments that came after you published that raw display of your scorned heart. It had to have been an empowering high.” Sam thrived off of gossip. One of her most addictive drugs was, in fact, hearing it from the source.

Sam hit a cord inside of Trixie and her grip tightened on her styrofoam cup. “The Cowardly Lyon was far from empowering.” When she wrote that article, she twisted facts with lies and it may have felt good to give him just deserts, when she thought he was guilty but it didn’t make it right. An eye for an eye was not a philosophy she wanted to live by. She used Owen’s vulnerabilities to her advantage, making her a bitch you don’t want to fuck with, but also… ripping the heart right out of someone she loved. Someone she should’ve given the time of day to speak his case. “I didn’t do what I thought was right. I didn’t write that because I was strong. I wrote that to get even. I want to become a journalist because I want to understand the heart of the world, not show the world that this bitch is crazy and not a reliable source. I will say that ‘raw display’ did teach me something. It showed me how much I have yet to learn. But, that article isn’t something I’m proud about. It’s just a reminder of how shitty I can be.” Why the hell was she pleading her case to this girl anyways? She was getting punished enough for that emotional outburst.

Standing up, leaving the cup behind, Trixie shook her head, “If you think hurting someone is a form of self-empowerment, you’ve got a lot to learn too. Now, don’t you have homeroom to get to, or something?” Why don't people ever want a normal conversation with her? Why did they always want something to gain? How’s your day, Trixie? Oh, nice manicure, Trixie! I love the color. Do you want to see a movie together, Trixie? Nah. That’s not the life she has at this damn school. Why the hell did Samara even have to bring up her biggest mistake? As if Trixie liked to talk about it freely. Fucking annoying.

The way Trixie had exploded had proved those rumors to be true, but it wasn’t enough for Samara. She didn’t know exactly what it was but she knew she needed something more. As she thought about it a little more, she had leaned back into the chair she was sitting in. “I know who I am. Some people spend their entire lives deciding what they need to do for the sake of others. If you’re too bitchy, then people complain; if you’re too nice, they’ll call you a pushover. But do you know what I say to them?” It was a rhetorical question, of course. “I show them my bank account and how the words of the sheep mean very little to people like you and me: the types who will eventually rule this world in every way that matters.” As she spoke, she crossed one leg over the other and smiled.

“So you’re money and power.” Beatrix frowned at that sentiment. Such a skewed perception on life. That being said, Sam wasn’t to blame for that. Her parents were and those she’s surrounded by that never taught her that she was ever wrong. A mentality that a lot of people that are fortunate to have a trust fund, such as herself, have. She was fortunate enough to have parents that chose the wilderness over riches, living in their own little paradise in Alaska. They still made bank, obviously not Green level, but they made a comfortable amount. It was all material to her family, though. They didn’t need money. Or power. They were simply happy helping people. There was a sudden revelation Trixie gained about herself, in this moment. The root of who she was, as a person, when most of her high school career she tried so hard to be like Hailey and Ophelia. The filthy rich world wasn’t for her.

“I feel sorry for you. Yes, I believe we have a right to our opinions, especially as women, but the way you want to go about things sounds kind of… lonely. You choose elements in life that you could lose in a heartbeat. If you didn’t have money, if you didn’t have your family’s influence, where would that leave you?” That was rhetorical too. “Just bitter.” She did agree, that most people were like sheep, harmless creatures going about their everyday life, wanting to be left alone with those they loved. Then there were the wolves. Those who want nothing more than to eat those sheep, like Samara. Trixie didn’t think she was either. She wasn’t as ruthless as a wolf and she wasn’t as vulnerable as a sheep. If she had to choose a life she wanted to live, from this point on, it would be that of a sheepdog. She’d choose protection over predation, because she believed in order to ‘rule the world’ you have to be a positive influence, and care for sheep, wolves, and dogs alike. You had to root for humanity, not just yourself. Man, this was the clearest her mind has ever been and it was all thanks to this random conversation.

“Trixie, dear, I’m not old enough to be bitter, but it’s so wonderful that you recognize my family name has influence.” Samara opted to ignore all of the insults.

What she saw as a negative thing was what drove Samara to become the queen she knew she was destined to become. She grew up knowing she was going to accomplish great things. One thing Trixie was right about was how her family’s money could disappear. All it’d take is a bad business deal gone horribly or a scandal that HartCorp couldn’t come back from, but Sam had more than just that driving her. The girl had her sky’s-the-limit ambition and the confidence to back her up. If she was to be poor one day, then so be it. Money only made her destiny a little brighter but she will become pop royalty eventually.

She stood up and straightened her outfit. She looked at the girl and could only sigh at the disappointment that Beatrice Kingsley turned out to be. “Do me a favor: if you ever find your edge again, come find me. I’d love to talk to that Trixie Kingsley, not this shell she has become.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Trixie smiled, oddly not angry at this confrontation at all. Actually, she was at peace with herself and it felt great. She’d have to tell Owen all about it later. “Sam. If you need someone to talk to, you already know how to find me.” Part of her did think of something clever and edgy to say back, ‘if you ever find your heart, I’ll be waiting to talk to you again’, but she decided to offer a small piece of friendship, if she ever did find herself between a rock and a hard place. Something about this conversation made her understand her cousin, Hailey Green, a bit more too, and honestly? She couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m here, if you need me.”

Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Aw shit, here we go again edition)

@He Who Walks Behind You're shitting me!?

Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Aw shit, here we go again edition)

@He Who Walks Behind You can look up face claims of Russian ethnicity and work from there.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location • Apollo Cafe
Time • 8AM-8:30AM
Interactions • Gus @Lionhearted;
Mentioned: Dallas the Stalker @Plank Sinatra, Felix @jetipster, Beau @Crimson Flame}

Vivian was nearly back to her usual self thanks to the muffin that was now doing its magic inside her. She didn’t put anything that special into them. She baked them with love and whenever Nadine came to pick them up early in the morning, she hoped that the feeling of warmth overtook whoever bought one. As it was for her right now, though she normally emits a small wave of magical endorphins that actually subdues bad thoughts and emotions to increase a more positive vibe one might have.

The teen gazed at Gus. That was an easy name to remember. Gus, like the famous Roman Emperor who was the son of Julius. Vivian remembered that from one of last year’s history lessons from one of the Librarians of Knowledge’s lectures. She couldn’t remember which one though. Not like it was important. What was important was not getting sidetracked. She didn’t have the time to distract herself with her thoughts, which was to say she could easily do it if there was a reason for her to do it. But no, Gus was nice enough for her to put all of what remained of her undivided attention on him.

“Huh?” She came back to Planet Apollo Cafe. “I mean, not usually. This morning’s just been a long one. After last ni--” Two things stopped Vivian from completing that sentence. Number one was the strict non-disclosure agreement she made with the staff to not speak of what really happened at Dallas’ party last night. And the second was the vibration of her cell in her pocket and it went off multiple times in a row, annoying the blonde to no extent and it was quite visible. “I’m sorry, just hold that thought.”

And as she read it, she got a flurry amount of text messages from Dallas. She rolled her eyes at the sheer amount but laughed. Her idiot brother was lucky she was already up. Had she gotten these while still asleep, she wouldn’t have appreciated his energy. She usually was up at this time, but still! Although, what he said made her raise an eyebrow and something in her made her turn her head to glance around the cafe. And there he was on the opposite end of the cafe, sitting at a table with Felix Bellville and the glamorous Son of Aphrodite.

“Oh my god, how does he--” Vivian went from only mildly annoyed to freaking out in front of Gus. “Sorry again! My brother sent me some text messages and now he’s over there with a few of his friends -- or, at least I think they’re his friends.” Oh, Gods, why did she say that? Now he’ll know who her brother is. She didn't know if he would want to introduce himself or not, not that it would even be a problem or anything. Maybe she shouldn't overthink it. There was nothing to overthink, right?

Vivian tried not to look over that way, mainly hoping Dallas wouldn’t notice that she was just a few yards away. Dad forbid he see her with a boy. If he was overprotective normally, she had no doubt he’d go into overdrive mode the second he saw her with a boy, even though they just met.

Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Superhuman School/Aw shit, here we go again edition)

This looks positively gay.

Count me in.