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I wouldn't say master.

@harinezumikouken

nonsense luke is the greatest

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@Onarax

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maybe we should stop sequestering ourselves away into collabs and have actual organic interaction without those nasty scary-sounding gmos

there's a topical metaphor for ya shits

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even the master of human interaction is stymied by Gratia

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All these old ancient powerful people but still some sprightly upstart youths on their way up

ain't so bad

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Jonas Highwind

Location; Relo-Mania XXVI
Interacting With; A Crowd, Tara Niklos, Rozalia Eathliel, Dallas Relo

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Uh oh.

He knew that look all too well, on the (ironically, though he wasn't aware of it) thirsty young demigoddess's face. The rolling of the eyes, the cocky curl upwards of the lips, even the word "muscles" and "brains" in the same sentence out of her mouth (as the son of Ares, you get very acclimated to lipreading those two in some form of derogatory combination during your first year or so.). Standard fare for trying to bully the sons and daughters of war, really, but that wasn't what he was worried about.

Not at all, compared to Tara, who would be all too happy to send her head through that bar if she felt annoyed enough. The girl was a demigod, true-- and thusly was likely able to defend herself to a point. But even so, even joking around with Tara--as Dallas had shown amply-- was akin to prodding an annoyed lion with a stick. Outright talking shit? Somewhere between "armwrestling an enraged silverback on shark testosterone" and "playing hot potato with a live grenade". He couldn't stand idly by while anyone tried to do any of those things!

And so, he didn't.

Springing off the wall, he deftly hid his desperate sprint within sidesteps and weaves as he tore through the crowd between him, his best friend, his underclassman, and his beloved yet oh so volatile little sister. He needed to defuse the situation for everyone's sake--he knew Dallas hated fights at parties--and he needed to do it quick. He still hadn't sparred Tara like he'd promised tonight yet, she undoubtedly had steam to blow off. So, what he elected as his course of action, funnily enough, could be described as akin to one of the jab's myriad purposes in boxing.

Interrupting a train of thought.

"Ayy, Dal! Some party you got, brother!" he called, raising an arm in greeting even as his six-three frame nimbly busied itself with weaving past the last globule of people between him and the trio. After nodding his greeting to his sister (and tossing her a brief "be cool" glance), he pointedly caught the girl from earlier's eye and threw her a smile, despite his rushing blood and pumping heart.

"Looks like you made it!"

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Jonas Highwind

Location; The Relo-pad
Interacting With; A wall

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Huh!

He folded his arms after perfectly swishing his red plastic cup into a nearby trash can, a neutrally, mutedly surprised look upon his face. That one had actually ended much less explosively than he'd thought! Tara'd only decked him once, and Dallas had even managed to talk her into laying off. Progress! Of course, for some reason his sister had sent a look bearing daggers his way (moreso than usual), which in his experience, meant that Dal had expertly deflected some heat his way...

H u h .

Well, if anyone here could deal with Tara, it really was him at the top of the list. The demigods hailing from the so-called "A-Listers": Zeus, Poseidon, perhaps Hades, they were powerful in their own right, true, but few would be ready for the sheer skill and ferocity that the sons and daughters of Ares brought to the table. He wasn't mindlessly shilling his family, either.

Think about it.

You have children of the God of War, people who, all their lives, are drawn to competition, and oftentimes, combat. Whether they knew their heritage or not, too. Exhibit A himself could tell you during this narration alone. These were people who had surrounded themselves, in some way, shape, or form, in their element: a contest of power. Be it through traditional athletics, combat sports, or plain and simple fighting, those of Ares's blood almost unanimously had dedicated their lives to athleticism, to being their physical, and mental best. Not only were they naturally talented through birth and very skilled and powerful through putting their noses to the grindstone, the sheer tenacity and will to win was another key characteristic amongst those of his family.

Even though he outpowered her (a rare feat even for a guy), and had a more rounded skillset than her (delving into the matter of who was "more skilled" was foolhardy; she was almost purely a boxer and damn good at it, he was much more a mixed martial artist and good in more areas but likely not as much in any one like she was in her only one), he was also likely one of the few who could match her in sheer grit and ability to keep coming forward.

In that vein, it was only natural that he absorb some of her anger where others could not.

He shot Dallas a look.

Didn't mean he particularly cared for it.

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so maybe

BOYS I HAVE AN IDEA

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can gods be befriended

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I DID IT

poor sterling victim of his own intro post