Mistress Dizzy

Hopefully Sanctuary

Devika was a bit stunned to hear a knock on the door. Hadn't Roxy said there would be no visitors? She wasn't quite ready for that yet. But then, the door opened and the heat of Roxy's anger hit her like a brick. She felt it bubble under her skin, and had to take a few steps away. She'd never felt anything like that before. Anger, sure, but this ran deeper, almost a rage. Who in the world was out there? Part of Devika wanted to know, but the most of her wanted to go away, away, away from Roxy's anger.

"Take your time." She murmured when Roxy said it wouldn't take long. Hopefully it could, to give Devika time to recover. She sat right there in the plastic waiting chair, and started to do her calming meditations. She was not going to get caught off guard again.

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Kass is going to get utterly fascinated with human tech. And literature, once she finishes Harry Potter.

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Kassandra pulled herself away from the book about the orphan boy, when Kathy started to speak again. "Take a picture? What does that mean?" But then she turned to Hiro, who was holding a tiny, shiny device in his hands. And to her shock, on that device was a miniature her. Just there, like the smallest portrait ever!

"A tiny painting! But how is this possible?" Hands and face were pressed to the wall as she peered through for a better look. "That's me! But when did you have time to do that?" She was immediately fascinated as Hiro poked the device and showed her another tiny portrait in a different look. They all had to have been done around the same time.

"Yes, it's alright, I suppose. But how does that work? How did you do that? I want to know." The book was suddenly forgotten for a time. What was this marvelous thing?

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I added a few lines to have his shift pass.

Olympus Academy // A School For Demigods and Demigoddesses — Recruitment Thread

Is there any space left?

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That would work. He does like going down to the beach.

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I can't write as long as you can. Also I had no idea what to do with Brendan, as following strangers on their hunt instead of working would get him fired.

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Kassandra stared openly as the girl opened her eyes, looked around, and seemed to be having the start of some kind of panic attack.

"Easy, easy -"

And then the girl screamed. It was so raw, so wrought with emotion that it actually scared Kassy a little bit. She hoped no one was nearby to hear it, because they would have thought she was murdering this poor, scared maid. But why was she scared? And what was a hotel?

"Please, calm down!" She went to the scared girl, very gently laying her hands on both shoulders. She had no idea what was happening, but her first instinct was to help. "I'm sorry, I must have woken you from some nightmare. You don't look well." Indeed the girl didn't. She seemed sick with fear for some reason.

"Take a few deep breaths. Then watch the bubbles rise." She spoke in a calm, hopefully soothing voice. After all, this is what she was going to the King's School for. To learn how to help people in bad situations. "Just deep breaths." Was this working at all? "Please, miss, can you tell me your name, and your clan? If you stay here, I'll gladly go get them for you. It seems to me that you have a need for a soft, comfortable place. Not here. Will you be alright if I go and find someone to help you?"

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"No table? That's fine." Brendan couldn't help but overhear the conversation about the missing friend. "If you need it, Guest services is on the bottom floor. They can also be on the lookout for this missing person. We wouldn't want an incident, after all."

Imagine that, some tourist going missing on their watch and never returning. The hotel could be sunk from all the bad publicity. "And the police at 999. If it comes to that. I wish you the best of luck." He decided he was being nosy enough, and wandered off toward the kitchen area. Usually they laid out a few plates for early morning workers, and he was hungry despite breakfast.

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The rest of his shift passed without major incident, and Brendan walked himself down to a slice of beach that the tourists didn't know about. He sat there, nursing a soda, and thought about his future. Sometimes he felt like he didn't have one, despite all the hard work he did. His father was always after him to find a path, like his sister, and try as he might he hadn't yet. The waves rolled in and out, and he shut his eyes, hoping to take a nap on the warm sand.

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Not a problem, I completely understand. Please take your time.

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It was shaping up to be an average fishing season this year. The catch was good and plentiful, and the harvesters didn’t go without work. The kelp farmers were busy too, tending to their treelike fronds of delicious kelp. Kassandra couldn’t wait until the festival at the end of the season, where there would be her few friends and precious family. Her cousin Leonce’s wife was bound to have their child by then! She would have to buy baby presents.

After leaving her daily courses at the King’s School, she went toward her favorite grotto. It was a place she’d been going to since her childhood, when she needed to get away from it all. Best of all, it was her place. No one knew about it, not even her dearest cousin. No, the grotto was all hers, and no one else’s.

At least, it was supposed to be.

When she spied the other mermaid with the blue tailfin, she sighed with disappointment. “This is supposed to be my cave. Oh well.” She wasn’t about to find another. Maybe she could share with this stranger. Funny… for some reason she looked a little different from the others around. Maybe it was the dress. White – was the poor girl mourning someone? Is that why she was still asleep at mid-morning?

Kassy hated to do it, but she slowly approached the other maid. Gently shaking her shoulder, she said in her most soothing voice. “Wake up, please… wake up.”

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Meanwhile, on the island, Brendan Dorian was preparing for yet another shift. In the daytime, it was the local tourist hotel, one of the largest and most attractive for college students. At nighttime, he was a fire dancer at the tourist parties, ones that never failed to impress.

Makai was his home, and always would be. Many of the natives took some offense to their growing tourist population, but Brendan had long tired of the faces he grew up with. Seeing some new blood around the place was always great. Plus, there were always plenty of pretty girls and boys to flirt with.

Stretching and yawning, he donned his apron and tied his black curls back. Another day, another dollar. He was saving up to go to another country and be a tourist himself, for once. Just him and his twin sister, Bianca. His sister had always been the smarter one – she was going to college, and only working part time shifts. She wanted to become a doctor, really help people. Brendan hadn’t really discovered what he wanted to do with himself. But once he did – he’d throw himself into it with the same passion and drive he did with everything else.

He was just finished laying out the silverware on the tables, when a guest arrived. He was tall and blonde, definitely a looker.

“I hope you’re having an excellent stay in the Pride of Makai hotel, sir! How many I help you this lovely morning?”