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9 yrs ago
Current Going to a festival fellas! So for the coming week I won't be able to post.
9 yrs ago
When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
9 yrs ago
School's in full "consume all his time"-mode so no posts for just a lil longer. Sorry folks! I promise I'll make up for it in the weekend!
10 yrs ago
Going to take a small break on most of my RPs for maybe a week or so.
10 yrs ago
Not near an actual keyboard until 21/06

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Location; His Dormroom
Interacting With; Jackson (@SomewhatAverage), texing Brenna (@smarty0114) and Gianna (@Lovely Complex), reading Eliana's diary (@Lovely Complex)
Mood; Suprised → confused → Mischievous and a tiny bit guilty → Villainously excited → Planning → Teasing



He saw Gia exiting his dorm. Which was both the most expected thing he could imagine from her, and the weirdest at the same time. Expected, because he knew she'd sleep anywhere but in her own bed after a party. It was Gia after all. But he did not think that Jackson could have pulled it off in such short notice. Was the guy a natural? Never the less, Lucas entered his own dorm like a man with purpose. He looked at Jackson for a moment, observing him and said: "I'm taking you out with me and you're going to be my wingman. No discussion." he chuckled, but swiftly moved forward again. He grabbed a chair and stood on it, lifting the ceiling tile of his secret stash. Pulling both a, energy drink and Elliana's diary. He then looked at Jackson, realizing he was Mayweather. "If you ever tell about this, I'll tear you apart where you stand." he said it jokingly. But over the years of bully he mastered to make 'jokingly' sound just a little bit threatening. Not caring for Jackson's response he came back down. After he opened the energy drink he took a seat, and began to read the diary.


Brenna!? Brenna knows Eliana!? This came to more than a shock to Lucas. In the year he and Brenna actually began to know eachother she never even once mentioned Eliana. Hell, not even now, in the month that they were in Mayweather did she utter the name. Why!? Why was Brenna holding that information back? Especially when she knows, and she has to know, about his feud with her former BFF. It summoned so many questions for Lucas. But it also plastered a smirk on his lips. He felt strangely proud that Brenna managed to hit Eliana far before he even knows about her or she became a big, damn thorn in his side.


Juicier than a smoothie. It was the first thought of Lucas. Brenna managed to get the sexual fantasy spread over her entire school. It felt perfect. But then again, it felt wrong too. Was this where he drew the line? He was a virgin himself, something not many people would think of him. With, once again, sole exception: his sister. Most assumed that with Gianna, he would have lost it since the start of the year. And those who know him better probably assumed that he lost it in high school. But no, he too was still a virgin. He shoved the pity asside, it was a useless emotion. One that wouldn't win him this feud. To curb it, he decided not to use the virgin-card. But all the rest, that was fair play. Eliana could expect some horrible comments if he ever found her with a book or in the library.


He closed the book, for now. Perfection seldom came that pure towards anyone. For a moment he held the book in his hands. A grimoire of the girl's heart and he held it captive like a bird with broken wings. Hidden away. Every letter, a needle. Every sentence, a bullet. Every entry, a weapon of mass emotional destruction. Only on that moment did he realize just how powerful the diary was. But it made him think too. He could devastate the girl, and until 24 hours ago, that would have been his complete goal. But Gia gave him a mission, which meant that he had to be cautious now. But he would definitely hold the V-day baby against her. And aside from that, it was clear that the present was an important one. He had to discover what it was. Even if only so he had a secret weapon against her. Just in case.

Swiftly closing the book, he put it back in the stash. After that he opened his phone. He first had to have a chat with Brenna:

To: Brenna
We need to talk. For real and it's important.


After that he read his messages. Gianna had send one, not that long ago. He couldn't tell her the truth. The truth would only be his demise. Some things he held from Gia. Just like she held many from him. He assumed that the common practice made each other wise enough never to push certain subjects. Or maybe it was because both knew that, when the time was right, the other should know. No matter, he had to invent a lie. Luckily for him, in situations like this he was a born liar:

To: Gianna
Chasing a cat that shouldn't be picked up without gloves ;) And it's not you for a change. Maybe even you can learn from this lil perv ;)


He doubted she'd fully understand. But that would leave him the satisfaction to tell Gia about Ellie's not-so-innocent side. He could only imagine the face of Gianna.
I'd be up for this. Maybe even help out if you want.


Alexander Reisender





Location;His dorm
Interacting With; Cecily via Text (@Lovely Complex)



Alexander wanted to speak up against the Harry Potter. He always learned that you just had to stand up for yourself once. But he figured that today, the first day of school, was not a good day to do that. He just grinded his teeth a little and went towards his room. Which soon would be unmistakenly his. The staves he put in a corner, and he wasted no time putting away his old books. Put quite a bit of dust in the room. On his desk, he laid out every single item he had. It all ranged from keys to rings to wands and sometimes just a sack of cheap crystals. But to Alex, they each held great importance. He grabbed one of the many keys he had, and pushed in the door lock and uttered:

Signa quasi lapis
Signa ut glaciem
Sed ad unum
Quam ego nunc


The key in his hand vibrated a little. Satisfied he pulled it back out. No pesky roommate would get access to his room. Not unless he had the key. Not just any key that would fit. His key. He named it the Janus key, after the Roman named god of gates and doors. He didn’t really have a Greek equivalent. So Alex hoped his mother didn’t take too much offense at it. Putting the key back he turned around and looked at the room. For some old reason the old books, still filled with latent magical energies from their long deceased (or not?) authors. Most of the energies a person’s soul emits are personal and unique. A soul’s spiritual force is much like it’s DNA. But one thing all books infused with this spiritual force seem to have in common is that they attract dust. Like a power bank, dust just gathers around it and seems to stick to it. Even now Alex knew that he either had to clean often or just live in a dusty room.

Proud of his work, he threw himself on the bed with The 1ste Grimoire of Circe. A powerful witch from Ancient times. Even the first volume, written back when she was very young, was a constant goldmine of new arcane knowledge. He also pulled out his phone, checking for messages. He got one from Cecily.

To: Cecily
That bad? Want Gremlins to steal his socks?


One thing with Alex is that you can never quite know if he’s joking when he says things like: “Want me to summon a Nightmare?” or “Should I conjure a murder to harass her?” He could be joking, then again, he summoned a bunch of crows before. And some do claim they saw him talking a weird gibberish language to some strange miniature creatures. Alex made a point of never sharing fully what he could do. So he could always pull out a surprise from somewhere. And from all the items on his desk he could pull a lot of surprises.
NEVERMIND ALL THIS!!!





Location; Infirmary → Lucas' dorm room hall
Interacting With; Eachother
Mood; Pain → Confusiong → Dread → Sore but better
Mood; Cheery


With a jolt Lucas woke up from his dreamless sleep. Strangely enough, he enjoyed the darkness very much. But now his body had pulled him up, as the sun shone brightly in the infirmary. Immediately after he got up, he fell back down on the bed. As almost every muscle in his body cried out in anguish. The usual feelings after a night like that, though they were far more intense. He reckoned that it was because the onslaught on his body was far greater. Only after he consciously made his muscles relax could he push the pain away long enough to realize that he was not, in fact, near the auditorium. He was in the infirmary, which was odd to say the least. “Oh, you’re awake?” he looked up, and saw a much younger girl. He reckoned her to be a freshmen.

Amelia was surprised when she arrived at the infirmary. Truth be told with last night party she expected somewhat of a line of people. Yet the only visitor was one guy already sleeping in a bed. His knuckles and shinbones wrapped in bandages, a glass of water and some hangover pills next to his bed. All done in an incredibly orderly fashion Amelia could only applaud. When he woke up, she was rather surprised. His behavior clearly showed that he was in pain. She also saw the tension on his muscles. “You better stay down for now.” She followed up, as she grabbed a second glass of water.

“How did I get here?” Lucas asked confused. He was getting even more confused when he saw the bandages. Confused and frightened. Had anyone seen him in that state? Someone had to. He didn’t know who would be worse. A Delphina would have taken pics and dumped them on the blog page. Showing the weakness of one of the strongest guys around. It would put a dent in his reputation. Milo and several other Mayweathers would have to suffer for that. Showing weakness among Delphinas is a fast way to the bottom of the ladder. And he had no intend to lounge there. Yet, if it was a Mayweather then Mayweather would know that Lucas got hurt. Would they stop fearing him? Pretty much the same plan would apply, but to a larger extend. Delphinas don’t need much persuasion to believe something they see clear as day. But when sheep stop fearing the wolf, blood had to flow before they are wise enough again to flee at the sight of him.

“No idea.” Answered Amelia, who carefully pricked her own finger and let two drips of her own blood fall into the glass of water. “I’m guessing your girlfriend? You got a good girl there. She bandaged you up good and put a bunch of pills next to your bed you’re going to want to take. You buy that girl a bouquet of flowers when you get out of here.” Amelia always did her best to appear like a ray of sunshine. And right now she really did believe that worked. She also loved teasing. Though she didn’t really realize it was Lucas she was talking to. Despite the swiftly scowly that flashed over his face, she kept on smiling.

Lucas looked over to the glass and pills. Ready in a much too orderly fashion for anyone he knew to have been put there. Never the less he followed up on the nurse girl’s advice. Swallowing a pill with some water, he collapsed deeper into the bed again. He knew he didn’t feel the full extent of the damage the alcohol the previous night had done to his brain. But it would come soon enough. The comment about having a girlfriend didn’t magically make a smile appear on his face. He hadn’t had someone who cared for him like that in a long time. At least with the sole exception of his sister. But he very much doubted she had come by that night. Still, just to evade even the chance of having to answer more questions, he kept silent. Until the girl handed him a glass with a reddish liquid in it. He looked confused at her, but she just pushed it in his hands saying: “Drink up.” He figured it to be some sort of medicine, so he opened his throat and poured it all in.

Amelia chuckled when the guy coughed a little. Clearly, when the first drop of her blood mixed with water hit his tongue he wanted nothing more than to spit it all out. But he kept it in, and swallowed it all. “I need a glass of water.” He quickly said, and she gave him one. “Now stay down for at least half an hour.” He looked as if he wanted to protest, but Amelia cut him off. “You’re staying in that bed. If I have to restrain you or not, that I leave up to you. But one certainty right now is that you’re not getting out of that bed.” Her voice was forcefully caring. She would not accept any protest. And to his merit, he did not. He just laid down in the bed.


After an hour that felt like a year he was finally allowed out of the bed, back to his dorm. He got a new pair of pants from the nurse, who for the entire half hour did not shut up. She literally couldn’t be more obnoxiously happy. But whatever the reddish fluid had been, it had done miracles. His wounds were dried up and ready to heal over. She handed him a small bottle of the reddish liquid and told him to just drink from it for the entire day. His wounds would seal in no time if he did so. Eventually he got near his dorm room.
Guys, just a small question. What's the Spartan Race? Is it like a spartan run where you gotta run over obstacles and get dirty and muddy and such?
Interested.


Alexander Reisender





Location; Olympus Academy Parking Lot → His dorm
Interacting With; Webster (@smarty0114)



Parking his car, Alex couldn’t help but think about how much has changed the last few years. For some reason, the moment he enrolled in Olympic Academy his real mom upped the pace on his studies. Delivering more Grimoires and giving more tips on where he could find a hidden clue for a spell. Even after 4 years he often returned to the books he got back when he was but a child. Discovering more. At the same time, nearly every summer his mother had some tickets for some remote part of Denmark or pushed him to do a hike through a part of Germany. Quickly he learned what was behind it, though he was happy that last year his mom chose to send him to Greece. He loved the warm weather.

He got out of the old piece of crap car and grabbed his backpack. When he got it, it had looked normal, mundane. Now there was no doubt that he and he alone could have such a strange contraption of belts, cords, and other things. Holding staves, rings, a wand, bottles with strange liquid. The backpack could have come straight from some Wiccan fair. From his trunk he grabbed two suitcases. One noticeably smaller than the other. Those who knew Alex, knew what was in which one. The smallest held his clothes, a small collection. Most of it picked by his step-mom. He wasn’t that good with clothes, but she was. And despite the fact that he often, vocally uttered his disliking of shopping, he was now grateful that he at least had some nicer clothes than the rags he used to walk around in.

The other suitcase held even more of his magical items, and raw materials. An entire section of the suitcase was dedicated to herbs, and to his shame he didn’t know the Latin and Greek name of every single one yet. He also wanted to drag along his brazier, but his stepmom forbids it. He wasn’t too happy about that one, but in the car he suddenly realized that he would share his room with someone. And that someone might now be so happy that he was lighting coals and fire in the middle of their room. So again, his step-mom was right all along.

Dragging the suitcases behind him, he managed to jam himself in an already pretty packed elevator. Despite the horrendous ordeal to get his luggage near his room, he was ready to open the door with a big smile for his new roommate. Whoever it may be. The sun was shining, he was back from an awesome trip and he had one more year until the serious assignments would start. What could go wrong!? So as cheery as a demi-god could be he opened the room. “Hello my-“ but the sight of Webster stopped his excitement dead in its track. “Oh…”
And thus I made my very first female character! @lovely complex @HushedWhispers


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