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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Having rushed ahead, Brie looked back when Will called out to her, seeing him trying to catch up. "Oh, sorry!" She smiled, slowing down in order to match her pace to his. She still felt like she'd been hit in the side of the head with a mallet but was trying to ignore it the best she could. "Those ogres just stunk so much." Pulling a face of disgust as they strolled into the bathhouse, she instantly spotted the pool in the middle of the room. It looked amazing. So warm and bubbly and relaxing. Probably not something she should go in whilst they were in a life-threatening situation but surely a quick dip wouldn't harm anyone...

About to turn back to Will and suggest exactly this, Brie was rudely interrupted when yet another TV screen flickered into life, Neros face popping into view once more. "Urgh, him? Again? God he's such a douchebag." Pouting, Bries eyes darted over the messy lines of electricity that she could see were feeding the television. Maybe she should try to blow the whole system this time. It really was annoying to have to see his stupid dumb face everywhere they went. Before she could do any such thing however, her attention was distracted by several pairs of eyes peeping out of the water. She recognised them instantly (handily from her book on leftovers that she'd been gifted for Christmas). Swampjaws. And not just one - but seven!

Instead of running away or attacking them, Brie actually squeaked, her green eyes widening. "Oh. my. god!" She blurted out excitedly. She'd seen the odd one near the sewers in Brookside but never this many! Maybe Nero wasn't such a bad guy after all. Well he was, but it was still kinda cool to get to see swampjaws up close.
"I love swampjaws! They're SO cute! I wonder if they'll let me pet one of them, oh I bet they will—fucking hell!" Cut short, her enthusiasm rapidly faded when the pack lunged at them, Brie yanking back her outstretched arm. Any slower and she would have been down a hand, one of their jaws snapping shut only millimetres away from where her fingers had just been.

"Why are they attacking us?! That's not fair!" Brie exclaimed as she backed away. Unfortunately, they were extremely agile and she barely had time to react before another had charged towards her. In what was more instinct than anything, she raised a hand at the offending creature, sending a bolt of electricity squarely at its nose. Stunned, the swampjaw drew back, although it really seemed more irritated than particularly hurt.

"Bad swampjaw, bad!" Pointing a finger sternly at it, Brie acted like she was simply telling Dog off for chewing yet another of her shoes, rather than facing a creature that would be more than happy to eat her for breakfast. She really didn't want to hurt them but she also really liked having all four of her limbs. "What should we do?" Stepping closer to Will, Brie looked up at him, hoping he would have some sort of plan. She could probably try shock them all at once (thank god this place seemed to have an abundance of electricity) but she didn't want to harm him in the process.

And they were just SO cute.

@Infinite Cosmos

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Summer was stood on the dimly lit porch, occasionally piping in with the odd comment, but otherwise remaining quiet. She loved the moment when day slipped into night. It was peaceful and one of the only times that she didn't feel controlled by the sea of emotions threatening to overtake her. Sure she still felt nervous and excited and frustrated, but they were all just that little bit less. It was at times like this that she knew she was ready to be a witch. It was the only way forward. There were no other options for her. And although her stomach was in knots and she could feel her heart beginning to race faster, she was certain it would be okay. It just would.

Twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, she was soon dragged out of this moment by the arrival of one of the elders. Lark to be specific. Summers gaze strayed over to the young witch, raising an eyebrow at the bundle clasped between her arms. It looked to her like a pile of very questionable fashion choices.

"Really? We're going to wear that? Great." Summer rolled her eyes as she was handed the extremely unflattering robe, still slipping it over her head in spite of her protests. "Didn't realise we were still living in the 1700s..." She muttered this last part to herself, not really having any great desire to upset the elders. Lark also requested that they leave any magical items behind and she briefly fingered the simple silver bracelet that was clasped about her left wrist, before reluctantly handing it over. It wasn't something she liked parting with but she wasn't stupid enough to argue the point.

Not that there was time for that anyway. The group was soon led off towards the forest, Summer landing somewhere in the middle of the pack as she carefully began to tread the dirt path. Her eyes flitted once, twice, over the spot of land where the illusion had been cast. It was an impressive piece of magic and something which she hoped she'd be able to replicate herself one day. To be able to alter someone's perception of reality, now that was truly magic to Summer. Thoughts occupied by this, she barely acknowledged that her previously pristine sandals were getting dirty, nor how long they had been walking for. It was only when the Wellspring was suddenly upon them, that she took note of her surroundings. Even Summer had to admit it was beautiful. No, beautiful was too inadequate a word. It was magical and mesmerising and otherworldly. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Summer could instantly see why witches were drawn here, why they stayed with the coven, why they sought its power. In that moment, it was the only thing that mattered.

Eyes still on the water, she carefully knelt down on one of the red pillows, hands instantly reaching for the dagger. Rolling the handle between her fingers, she barely took a moment to think before she had cleanly drawn the blade across her wrist. The blood easily began to flow and she quickly held her wrist over the cup, watching as the droplets began to turn the water a deep red. Picking it up, she resisted the urge to smell the bitter metallic liquid, before swiftly downing it in its entirety. She shuddered at the foul taste, stifling the urge to wretch. But, this was soon overtaken by something else entirely. Something that completely dulled her awareness of any discomfort. At first, she felt ecstatic. The rush of power was intoxicating and she could feel her body thrumming with magic. It washed over her like a wave, and she freely let herself be taken. Yet, this was soon replaced by what she could only describe as a sense of impending doom. It scared her, it truly did, and for the briefest of moments, she thought that she wouldn't be able to tolerate it. It was too much. Too powerful. Too overwhelming.

But just as soon as it had begun, it was over. Summer was dragged back to reality, her mind once more aware of her physical body. Although she briefly took note of the girl who was floating in the water, her attention was soon drawn to the pulsing, aching pain that was coming from her wrist. Gritting her teeth, she clasped a hand over the freshly bleeding wound. Her head begun to spin and for a couple of seconds, her vision lost focus, the teen teetering on the edge of consciousness. Waving a hand uselessly at the spots of light that had gathered in front of her eyes, she somehow managed to keep herself awake. Just. So this was why they encouraged them to eat first...dammit Summer.

Woozily, she glanced down at her hand, taking note of the bright red blood that was smeared halfway up her arm. It was messy and the cut stung, but she would refuse to ask any of the healers for help. They'd probably mess it up anyway - she didn't trust newly initiated witches not to do a botch job. And besides, it was a matter of pride. A couple of years ago she'd sprained her ankle whilst trying to do a particularly tricky move in one of her gymnastics class. It had been excruciating but even then she had refused to let her family heal her. Better to grin and bear it than to submit to them. Never.

As she tried to stem the flow of blood, her attention was abruptly snapped away from the pain by the sound of retching, Summers already washed out complexion paling further. Tilting her head up to see where the offensive noise was coming from, she couldn't help but let out a blurt of laughter as she saw Calypso vomiting all over herself. All over herself. It was gross sure, but also kind of hilarious.

"Ew! That's soooo disgusting. I can't believe you just vomited! That's super embarassi-" Her words were suddenly cut short. Forgetting the predicament she had been in only moments ago, Summer had abruptly stood up and before she could taunt Calypso any further, a wave of darkness had fallen heavily about her. Her legs buckled as she slipped out of consciousness and the newly initiated witch had one last thought as she left the waking world. That, even though she had fainted, at least she hadn't thrown up everywhere. Yeah, at least she hadn't done that.

@canaryrose

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Brie was pretty sure that she'd nodded off whilst everyone else had been talking. Or at least taken several microsleeps. It was Wills fault - he was far too comfy to lean against, the body heat that was radiating off him lulling her out of consciousness. That and she found planning extremely boring. Nothing ever went to plan on missions — she'd learnt that during the whole mafia shambles — so she didn't really see the point in making one to start with. Blinking, she looked up at Will as she caught mention of a bathhouse. Yes, that sounded good. Her whole body ached like she'd just run a marathon. She briefly recalled falling over and glancing downwards, she could see that there was a couple of bruises scattered across her legs. Well, she'd definitely done worse when she'd been drunk...even being abducted by a crazy roman dude didn't make it into her top five.

Trying desperately to stay awake, she glanced between the others as they continued to discuss their options, having nothing productive to offer in response. It was taking all of her concentration just to stand upright, her body still swaying slightly despite the effort. A rush of dizziness would intermittently overcome her, making the room look like it was going all topsy-turvy. She did manage to catch a few snippets of what they were saying but it was guaranteed that she would remember none of it. Oh well, she trusted the others to know what they were doing. They were all smart. Well, mostly.

As she was absentmindedly nodding in agreement to Blakes declaration that they should split up, the television suddenly flickered into life once again. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the scene unfold, eventually having to dart her eyes away when the shocks were sent through the bodies of her two friends. Brie was used to shocking people, it was her job after all, but it was still difficult to see people she cared about in pain. She couldn't imagine how Angie must feel, watching her sister up there. Thankfully, they weren't forced to watch for long, the television soon fading back to black. "Stupid asshole...what sort of fancy dress costume is that anyway? He looks like a total poophead." She mumbled petulantly to herself. Hungover Brie clearly was not good with insults, having resorted to those that she had used as a five-year-old. The intention was there at least, even if the effect was extremely juvenile. Glaring at the now empty screen, a few sparks suddenly emitted from it as she short-circuited the system. It was too late but at least his dumb poophead face would stop popping up on the TV now. Or at least she hoped so anyway.

Slowly plodding after the others, her face fell when she left the temple. Even from this distance, she was able to catch a whiff of the stench that was emitting from the pack. It was disgusting and extremely overpowering. Did ogres (that was what they were called, right?) not shower or something? "I'm gonna throw up if I go near those things. They smell gross." Brie shook her head, her face paling as another wave of nausea overcome her. "Nope, sorry, no can do. Um... maybe we should go to the bathhouse like you said? It didn't look like they were near any water but there might be a clue or something?" Turning back to Will, she shot him an unsure smile before suddenly darting off in the direction of said bathhouse. At least, in the direction that she thought it was in. She couldn't really remember what the map had looked like but she figured it had to be nearby. As long as she was far far away from the ogres, she didn't really care.

@Infinite Cosmos

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hermes, Herald of the Gods

H E R M E S , H E R A L D O F T H E G O D S
H E R M E S , H E R A L D O F T H E G O D S

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Harrison 'Harry' Reid 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 28 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Con-artist/part owner of 'The Zenith'	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Good-humoured Adroit Bold 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Manipulative Mischevious Selfish 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Hermes' wants, desires and ambitions have always been a mystery to those who know him. Perhaps even to himself. However, as always, Hermes is likely to be a catalyst for change, whether good or bad. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 It could be said that Hermes' worst fear, to be trapped, has already been realised. As a god of movement and swiftness, to lose his freedom might be seen as hell itself. Of course, you would never hear this from him. Although Hermes would never admit this to the other gods, he still bears concern for the mortals. As both a benefactor to humans, and a psychopomp, he fears what will happen to them without his guidance. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hermes 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of trade, wealth, luck, fertility, animal husbandry, sleep, language, thieves & travel 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Hermes was the second youngest Olympian god and was the son of Zeus and Maia, one of the seven Pleiades & daughter of the Tital Atlas. His patronage was extensive, including commerce & profit, thieves, travel, roads & borders, hospitality, fertility, friendship, sports & athletes, and animal husbandary.

As the god of boundaries and transitions, Hermes was known to be quick and cunning, and had the ability to freely move between the mortal and divine worlds. It is because of this that he long played intercessor between mortals and the gods, becoming known as a benefactor to the former. He played a role in conducting souls into the afterlife, and was one of the few deities who was freely able to leave the underworld. In addition to this, he also directed the dreams sent by Zeus to mortals.

A trickster god, Hermes could be extremely unpredictable, routinely tricking, lying and stealing from the other gods. He was one to test norms, challenge conventions and cross boundaries. He was neither good or evil, although capable of both, but would always be at the centre of things, tilting events chaotically in one direction or another. It is also for this reason that he was able to be the patron of both thieves and merchants.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Hermes was the fastest olympian and used to travelling on a whim. Nowhere was inaccessible to him, be it Mount Olympus, the mortal plane, or the underworld. Suddenly being trapped on earth was, therefore, a huge shift for the god. It was not in Hermes' nature to rage and throw a tantrum, even though he may have felt just as put out as the others. Yet to be tricked by a human, even though there was a certain humour to it, was also terribly embarrassing. Luckily for Hermes, mortals were not a foreign concept to him and he was quickly able to become at ease in their world. He enjoyed their penchant for frivolities and found himself participating in some of the more sinful aspects in life. Drinking, gambling, amassing many a lover...Hermes tried it all. But whilst all of these were amusing for a time, they were not enough to occupy his sharp mind and eventually, his focus strayed to other pursuits.

Hermes has since spent many a decade meddling in the affairs of humans. He could often be found at the ear of high-powered individuals, including CEOs, politicians and even royalty. Often his schemes bore little effect on the world, but he has on occasion impacted events on a greater scale. He has had an influence on wars, politics, friendships, marriages...just to name a few. Of course Hermes also still tries to play tricks on the other gods but with so many humans to meddle with, he often finds his attentions focused elsewhere.

Whilst as a god, Hermes had no particular preference towards good or evil, centuries on earth has begun to tilt his moral compass. In the 1920's he began working as a con-artist, using his wit to cheat wealth from others (interestingly he only steals from those who he feels deserve some form of retribution). Unsurprisingly, he quickly became rather proficient at this and has since been able to amass a significant amount of money. Most recently he has become a partner of a casino in downtown Seattle, known as 'The Zenith'. Whether this is part of a long-con or not, is currently unclear.

In addition to his more...mischievous activities, Hermes has spent the centuries developing his athletic prowess. As the fastest olympian and the patron of athletes, Hermes was no stranger to sports, however participating in them was another matter entirely and he loved it. Name a sport and he has probably at least dabbled in it. Most recently he has taken up boxing and can be often found spending much of his downtime at the ring. Hermes has also recently purchased two very adorable puppies because, well, why not? He named one Ares (because it was very bitey) and one Zeus (because it kept trying to hump the other).