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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry, and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running from them.
2 yrs ago
How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?
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2 yrs ago
They say the strongest shade of red comes from a bleeding heart.. out of the pain of a love that’s been torn apart.
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πš‚πš‘πšŽ πš’πšœ πš–πš’ πšπšŠπšžπšπš‘πšπšŽπš›. π™Ύπš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš•πš πšπš›πš’πš‹πšŽ. πš†πš‘πšŽπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšœπš πšπš’πšŽπšœ, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 πšœπš‘πšŽ. 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπšžπšπš‘πš πš‘πšŽπš› πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπšœ πšπšŽπšπš’πš•πš’πš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšœπš. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πšπš‘πš›πšŽπš  πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πš‹πšŠπš‹πš’ 𝚊𝚝 πš–πš’ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš›πšŠπš— 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒. π™Έπš—πšœπšπšŽπšŠπš 𝚘𝚏 πšŽπšŠπšπš’πš—πš πš‘πšŽπš›, 𝙸 πš›πšŠπš’πšœπšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› 𝚊𝚜 πš–πš’ πš˜πš πš—. π™½πš˜πš  πš–πš’ πš™πš˜πš˜πš›, πšžπšπš•πš’, πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’πšπšžπš• πšπšŠπšžπšπš‘πšπšŽπš› πš’πšœ πš—πšŽπš’πšπš‘πšŽπš› πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πš—πš˜πš› πš πš˜πš•πš.

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Location: Bunker 9; Level 50 - Level 27
Interactions: Corona Talos & Pierre Vos - Ky' vie Morgan @Vicier

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Having come to an agreement, the two girls shook hands and exchanged a few more words before Brynn had decided to excuse herself. Explaining to the two that she needed to go locate a couple of people; one, in particular, sticking out in her mind more than the other. Ky' vie. Of course, she wanted to see Greyson off, knowing him being called meant he'd be off on another quest... but something was itching at Brynn to head up and see her good friend, Ky' vie. Call it a girl's intuition. Saying her quick goodbyes to the pair, the daughter of Athena headed for the elevator but stopped just short as she turned, prepared to walk back to ask Corona what floor Ky was located on. After all, she'd never been into the Bunker before.

It seemed as though Pierre and Corona had wasted no time in getting the conversation going again, Brynn didn't want to intrude and ruin what they had going. Thinking about it for a second it didn't take long for Brynn to deduce the answer herself. Ky' vie's favorite number is 72. Considering there were only 50 levels to the bunker, trying floor 27 wouldn't be a bad choice. What could it hurt..? If she was wrong, oh well. Being wrong on occasion was humbling, no? Stepping into the elevator, she tapped the button for the twenty-seventh floor and watched as the floor levels dropped. Brynn had never been one for elevators, they always made her a bit nervous riding in them as a kid, but this one was one of the smoothest she'd ever been in. Like gliding on air.

Upon arriving on the twenty-seventh floor, Brynn was only slightly surprised the doors opened up. She assumed some of the fifty levels were locked so as not just anyone could walk into them, though Brynn doubted the Heph kids had much to hide from each other. It's not like they had to worry about their stuff getting lifted like the Hermes kids often did. The daughter of Athena pushed further into the level, however still cautious in case this wasn't in fact Ky' vie's floor and she was actually trespassing into one of the other Heph kids' floors. Just as Brynn was about to call out for Ky her eyes found a very familiar ship in front of her. Part of her wanted to ask if it was fully functional, but knowing Ky' vie, it more than likely was. There was no questioning who's bunker this was by the Falcon being in here. Brynn hadn't known a Heph kid who was more into geeky things like Star Wars more than Ky.

The lights in the bunker were all lit up, and knowing Ky and her tendency to turn lights off when she left an area, there was no doubt that she was currently in the bunker. Cupping her hands around her mouth, the daughter of Athena called out to her friend as she pushed further into the bunker floor. "Ky! Where are you at, lovely?"
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Writing Prompt: "What is the best thing about being your friend?"


The best thing about being my friend? Honestly, the way my mind works, I'd go right on ahead and say there isn't anything good about being my friend but that's just the negativity talking. The most I have to offer that most people these days don't seem to is loyalty. And unconditional love. The best part about being my friend is that you'll never have to question whether or not I'll be there for you. Thick or thin, even if we hardly know each other or even if we're in an argument... you have a problem and you need me, I'm there. Once I consider you a friend, we're family. Although these days, I don't give out second chances the way I used to. I put in 200% effort, but if you do something to betray my trust... I won't think twice about dropping you. You wanna continue the friendship, go ahead but you're the one who's gonna start putting in the effort. I don't have time for toxic people in my life, you wanna redeem yourself.. that's on you. The way I am when it comes to friendships is I try to be the type of friend that I want in my life, but unfortunately 99.9% of the time I just end up disappointed because... well, that's what people are. Disappointing.
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Location: Big House
Interactions: Mr. D @Vicier, and anyone else in the Big House

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It hadn't taken long for either of the boys to get to the office, of course Sawyer had gotten there first. There was no way the satyr would dare be late to rolecall again, not after the last time. The last and only time he'd ever been late. When Greyson showed up though, Sawyer gravitated over to him and Michael though there were plenty of familiar faces of the other demigods who'd been called upon, awaiting entry to Mr. D's office. As soon as Sawyer caught the sound of the doorknob turning, he immediately stepped up to the front of the group to greet Mr. D, giving him a respectful head nod before slipping past the god and on into his office with the other demigods following just behind him in the order they were called.

Mention of Levina caught Greyson's attention, to which he mentally kicked himself for not having realized sooner hadn't been among the demigods there at Mr. D's disposal. His cousin must have been sleeping in again. Hopefully her brother was up to getting her out of bed today and she was on her way. A soft sigh left Greyson as he stood up a bit straighter, hands clasping his forearms behind his back while he listened to Dionysus speak to them. Sawyer stood off to the side between the demigods and Mr. D, looking back and forth between the two. The young satyr knew too many demigods on a mission was dangerous and surely the whole lot of them wouldn't be put on the same retrieval mission. There were two demigods that were needed to be brought home. Well, the place where they'd eventually call home, anyway.

What Dionysus had to say about the number of them having been called made Sawyer smile, nodding to himself as he listened quietly. Looking back over the demigods in the room as well as thinking of the two that were currently missing in action, Sawyer had to wonder just who would be going with him on the retrieval quest. Part of him hoped Greyson was coming along on his, but if not it wouldn't dampen his spirits too much. The demigods that had been called upon were a good group and going on a quest with any mix of them would be just fine by him. Before Sawyer could get a word out, Greyson spoke ahead of him.

"We can catch Elias and Levina up when they get' her' so yau don't' hav' to go over everything twaiss, sir."



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Location: Hades Cabin
Interactions: Erin Chase @Vicier, Heimdall, Brandon Murphy and Tyler Rumancek

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Perched at the edge of his barstool seat he'd pulled up to the island in the middle of the kitchen, Ezra was busy swiping through his phone in the silence that sat comfortably between them for the longest time. It wasn't till Erin stirred that his attention pulled from his phone, eyeing her for a moment before turning his gaze back to his social feed. The kettle bubbling in the background was mere white noise to him, figuring she had gotten up to handle it. The sound was a noise he'd grown accustomed to, especially when spending any time over in the Hades Cabin. Much like his sister, and Erin's own cousin, he wasn't really one for hot tea. Or tea in general, really. The only tea he could stand to really drink was a cold peach-flavored tea.

Having gotten lost in his news feed again, it was Erin's voice that brought him back to the present moment. The daughter of Hades was holding out a beer to him, a gentle smile crossing his features as he reached out to take the bottle from her. Ezra dipped his head as he raised the bottle to her, but the kettle off behind her caught his attention again. She didn't at all seem fazed by it, or in any rush to get over to it. He gently set his beer on the island counter and stood to his feet and stepped around Erin to take care of it himself. He may not have a taste for tea, himself, but he knew that if you let the water boil longer than was necessary, it will boil off the oxygen and make the tea taste flat. Or if you let the tea steep longer than 5 minutes, the taste becomes more bitter. Though she seemed pretty occupied with her beer, it wouldn't hurt to be sure the tea was also taken care of. Knowing the company that would be coming, she wouldn't be the only one who might be looking for a cup when they arrived.

Ezra flicked the burner off, using a rag to take the top of the kettle off to drop in the tea bags she'd left out on the counter before returning the lid. He set a timer for 4 minutes on the stove, turning back to where he had left Erin only to realize she was no longer there and had moved over to the couch. He smirked a bit as he snagged his own bottle of beer off the island counter and wandered over to the couch to plop down beside her, leaning back into the couch as he twisted the bottle open.

"You know damn-well you're no weakling, Erin Chase. Just a bit of bad luck is all. The gods are overgrown, overpowered children. They have toys they clearly can't keep track of, and instead of taking the blame themselves, they look for someone else to put it on. Just happened to be you, this time." Ezra shrugged at that, taking a long sip of his beverage before turning his gaze over to her. "The Dark Side is much more fun, anyway," he chuckled softly, his eyes pulling up to the front door of the cabin as he could hear a voice on the other side of it growing closer. "You have a good group going with you. The lot of you will set this shit right. And, speaking of.."




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Location: On the way to Hades Cabin - Hades Cabin
Interactions: Each other, Heimdall, Erin Chase and Ezra Griesheim

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Shifting the weight of backpack slung over his one shoulder, Bran's eyes were focused on the path before him, knowing he was closing the distance between himself and the Hades Cabin rather quickly. Fortunately for him not having someone tagging along with him, his long strides carrying him so fast he doubted anyone could keep up with him at this pace. As he rounded the corner of another cabin, Erin's came into view as did Tyler making his own way to the same destination. Although the kid never seemed to care about being a bit dirty, he looked as though he'd been in a bit of a dust-up. It wasn't until he pushed closer and was now matching stride with the Romanian that he realized there was an angry ball of fur in his arms, his a bit swollen up and red. Almost as if he'd been crying, though Bran figured it was due to him being highly allergic to felines. Bran couldn't help the slight chuckle that slipped past his lips.

"I don't know why you bother."

Tyler shook his head and huffed softly, keeping the grip he had on the cat's neck scruff to keep the angry ball of fur from biting at him. "Dude, I honestly don't know either, but- OW! Fucker." Tyler glared down at the cat as it started kicking at him with his back feet, scratching up his arm. "...I know he's here. Might as well, I guess." Tyler shrugged, holding the cat out away from him a bit to keep from getting scratched up as he reached out for the door, tugging it open to let Brandon walk through first and closing the door behind him, dropping the cat as soon as the exit was shut. Both the boys quickly found Erin and Ezra sitting back on the couch beside one another.

Tyler took one look at the pair without a word before he slipped past Brandon to push his way into the kitchen for the stash of allergy pills he had in one of the cabinets, twisting the cap off to shake out a single pill. Returning the pill bottle before tossing the pill into his mouth, leaning down over the sink as he ran the tap, sipping at the faucet water to help get the pill down. Conveniently enough, as he shut the water off a timer on the stove went off that caught his attention, noticing the kettle with the teabag string hanging out from the lid. Neither he nor Erin really ever used the timer, both having prepared tea so often that they kind of just knew when to stop the steeping process. It had to have been Ezra who'd done it. Pressing the off-button on the timer, Tyler took the rag lain out on the counter to grab the kettle lid, pulling the teabag out of the water to toss into the trashcan before returning the lid again.

Though he hadn't looked long, when he had caught a glimpse of Erin when he had entered in, he noticed she'd had a beer in her hand. There probably wasn't any need to make her a cup, though he would make one for himself. He already knew he'd be the only one out of the group to drink some now, as Brandon - just like Ezra - wasn't a tea drinker. Sniffling softly, Tyler used his palm to rub at the corner of his eye and nose. He hoped that the allergy medicine would kick in quickly and that the tea would help him some, as well. If this was any indication of how the quest was going to go, he wasn't about it. From the other room, Ezra's voice carried into the kitchen where Tyler stood.

"Dude, you good?"

Tyler sighed heavily, rubbing at his brow. 'Just peachy,' he thought to himself, shaking his head as he spoke up to call back at Ezra. "Yeah, I'm good, man. Just.. allergies." It only ever seemed the two had an I'll-Be-Nice-To-You-For-Her-Sake kind of relationship. Not that they had anything to dislike each other for, but neither of them really cared to pursue an actual friendship with the other. It was only because of Erin that they really interacted as much as they did. With Tyler having been Erin's friend nearly as long as the both of them had been at camp, and then she and Ezra seemed to have an instant connection. Not to mention the fact he could quite literally take her fear away. Tyler knew there was only so much he could do to help her when she had her panic attacks, he was much more equipped for those situations. A part of Ty envied Ezra for that simple fact. Ezra's voice echoing into the room derailed his overthinking train of thought, bringing him back into the moment.

"Oh, good. I thought you were crying, or something." Tyler rolled his eyes and picked up his mug, carrying it out into the living room where the other three were, opening his mouth to say something but Brandon already beat him to the punch.

"Yeah, looked like Heim gave him a widdle boo-boo. Does TyTy need a bandaid?" Brandon fake pouted at Tyler, chuckling to himself more than anything. Tyler shot a glare at him over his mug as he simply took a sip of the hot tea in his hands, shaking his head.

"I don't know who's more of an asshole, you or that cat."

Brandon shrugged, setting the case he held in his hand on the ground before plopping down in a chair. "I mean, I'd say 'they say you are what you eat', but I'm not Dorian," he smirked. "Had you called me a 'pussy' I would have to agree with you then, but only then."

Tyler rolled his eyes and turned his eyes to Erin, then, raising an eyebrow. "Do we really have to take him with us, Er?"
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Interactions: Beck, Price, & Dany (self)

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The early morning air was crisp, nipping at the skin of those standing out among the wood. All around them the ground was still damp from the prior day's downpour, though it didn't stop the two men grappling in the mud just a couple of feet away from where Jacob stood. Luke, the recruit currently grappling with their lead (Beck, former Navy SEAL and a Cold War veteran) managed to get a solid punch in, knocking their lead sideways where Luke took his opportunity and tackled the man to the ground, holding himself up over Beck trying to land more blows. Without hesitation, Beck wrapped his legs up and around Luke's torso before pulling himself up. The weight switch throwing Luke back just enough that he was forced to place a hand back behind him, opening up the perfect opportunity for Beck to twist to the side and reach around with his right arm to grab Luke's arm firmly planted in the mud. Using his left palm he quickly jams it just above the recruit's wrist and using Luke's own weight against him, Beck fell back into the mud, locking Luke into a Figure 4 armlock. Or as some might call it, a Chicken Wing. Beck forced his legs out straighter as his upper body began to lean back, applying a bit of pressure on Luke's locked arm. It wasn't much longer before Luke tapped out of the hold.

Jacob stood quietly with his arms folded over his chest, watching as the two got up and dusted themselves off, Luke wandering back to join the guys standing around in the circle. Beck leaned down and picked up a Kabar knife off the dirt floor before turning to walk straight over to Jake with the knife held out to him. Jacob's eyes fell to the blade before finding their way back to Beck's, slowly taking it as he stepped into the center of the circle of warm bodies surrounding them. They'd been out here near an hour, the sun was just barely clearing the line of trees on the hill to the east, sunlight filtering through the ones that surrounded them. Jacob was grateful that the beams of light were mostly behind him, but that could have been something Beck had done intentionally. There was always a catch, and luck was never on your side. Not here. Jake already knew Beck liked to play those mind games. Make you think you've got the upper hand and then would turn around and shove your nose right in your own shit mistake.

"Kill me," Beck said, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of the man's mouth. Jacob took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over the pommel of the Kabar as he held Beck's gaze, jaw clenching tightly as he let the breath go. Jake pushed forward, and as he did so, quickly switched the position of the knife to face forward as he charged Beck. Before anything could fully register to Jacob, Beck stepped off to the side letting the knife slip between his arm and abdomen where he then grabbed Jake by the upper end of his forearm, sending Beck's right fist sailing into his's jaw. Jake grunted, lip curling in almost a snarl as he attempted to pull from Beck's grip and land his own blow again but Beck's elbow pulled sharply right back into the other side of his jaw, knocking him a bit off balance. With his balance out of wack, Beck pushed Jake's still-locked arm back and used his elbow to shove his head down, forcing Jacob to flip mid-air. There was no telling what was going on till Jake was laying flat on his back with the wind nearly knocked out of him, the knife he still had firmly grasped in his hand held right over his throat. Jacob swallowed hard, looking up at Beck as their lead looked out at the rest of the recruits.

"People think you can slice a man's throat like this. That's only in the movies." Moving the tip of the blade down a bit just above Jake's trachea, Beck applied a bit of pressure to the area. "Do it. Right there. No noise, no mess." Beck lightly tapped the pommel of the knife with his free palm, the action causing Jake to blink. His life quite literally flashing before his eyes. Of course, this was training, but the thoughts were still there. It's that simple. Gone. Beck stood to his feet with Jake quickly doing the same once the blade was off his throat, dusting his hands off trying to rid himself of the mud that was caked on them. Their lead quickly tossed the knife down in front of another recruit, stepping back from the two to the outer edges of the circle. "Price, you're up."

Exchanging a look with Beck before his eyes came back around to face Price, Jake looked on at the man picking up the knife before him. Price stood a good two to three inches taller than Jake and had at least thirty, maybe even forty pounds on him. All muscle. Jacob took in another calming breath as he waited for his opponent to charge him, staggering his stance a bit to ensure he'd be able to move any direction he would need to in order to dodge Price's advance. In a split second, Price had taken one, two extended steps to close the distance between him and Jacob, slicing lazily through the air which was quite easy for Jake to dodge. A quick jab at his side just as Jake had done to Beck, he stepped to the side and met the blade with his own hand, gripping it firmly. The two young men stood there a moment straining against the other's force before Jake quickly ducked his shoulder under Price's arm, his free hand grabbing onto Price as he pulled down on his arm and lifted up, forcing Price into a similar flip Beck had just previously done to him. Price slammed into the ground with a loud thud, groaning angrily as he got up and watched Jake toss the knife away.

"The fuck, Beck?" Price practically growled at their lead. Jake looked over at Beck at Price's protests, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "Who grabs the fucking blade-" Before he had the time to fully turn back to look at Price, Jake was knocked sideways by a blow that almost put him on his knees, only just catching himself with his hands before he could collapse. Turning his eyes on Price now, this time, a red haze clouding his vision as he launched himself back at Price with full force, grabbing him around his waist and with all his might, lifting the guy up off of his feet to then slam him into the ground. Jacob quickly began to land a frenzy of hits on Price, getting one in anywhere he could as Price tried to defend himself with his arms held up to protect his face.

Letting a few land, Price seized an opportunity and wrapped his arm around Jake's, using Jake's weight against him to roll him off to the side, trying to get the upper hand on him. As they rolled to the side, Jake shoved his hand up into Price's jaw, keeping him out at arm's length as he tried to pull his leg up and wrap it up around his throat but couldn't get the angle he needed to achieve the hold. Instead, Jacob quickly whipped around and knelt over Price, landing a couple of blows to Price's face before Price firmly planted a foot into Jake's chest and kicked him off of him.

The two quickly scrambled to their feet, but not before Price had the chance to snag the Kabar off the ground from where Jake had thrown it. Jacob's jaw clenched as he eyed the knife in Price's hands, staring down his opponent. "Come on you fuckin' pussy, let's go!" Price motioned for Jake to make an advance first, Jacob's eyes trained on the young man before him.

"You're the one with the blade, man. Really think you're the pussy, here, for not making the first move." That did it. Price lunged forward and began slashing at Jake again, this time catching him across the chest. Jake retreated back a couple of steps to glance down at his shirt which was now seeping dark liquid through the black fabric, turning his eyes back on Price as he came back at him again but as Price closed in Jake's feet were swept out from under him by Beck, knocking him on his back into the mud. Before he could do anything about it, Price was on top of him, landing a blow across his face with the knife still in hand, slicing open Jake's cheek in the process. The metallic taste in his mouth was the only indicator he'd been injured, the pain not even registering to him at this point as the adrenaline pulsed through him.

As Price came back in to land another blow to Jake's face, Beck sent a quick jab directly into his jaw, knocking him off-course. Price's lip curled as he glared at Beck, turning back to Jacob as the two began grappling in the mud once again. "Gotta have eyes in the back of your head." Just as Jake thought he was getting the upper hand again, a shot rang out over his head causing him to jump, the sound ringing through his ears. Price was back on top of him, the two rolling through the mud as Beck continued to talk to the other recruits. "You flinch, you die. Scorpius is about the mission, it ain't about you. If you go down out there, you're a ghost. You don't exist. No one's coming back for you."

"Jake?"

Jacob came to an abrupt stop, the voice calling out his name was familiar. Like it was from another life. The voice caused him a momentary distraction, a moment too long though, as Jake turned his attention back just in time to realize the knife was at his throat again, this time though, piercing through the skin. Jacob began to choke on his own blood as his vision began to blur. As the light around him completely faded and left him in blackness, Jake could hear the voice calling out his name again.

"Jake.. Jake!"

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Location: Deimos Cabin
Interactions: Heathcliff & Jacob Griesheim {self}

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The daughter of Deimos had made the best of her time since Ezra had made his leave, having gone downstairs into the kitchen to whip herself up something to eat. During said time, she'd gone upstairs to check on her other brother Jacob who was still sleeping soundly upstairs, taking the initiative and cooking up extra so she could share a late breakfast with him. Steak and eggs. Having split a rather large ribeye steak, Dany made scrambled eggs for herself and sunny-side-up for her brother, just the way he liked them. With Heath right on her heels as she made her way upstairs with the two plates in hand, Dany tried shooing the hellhound away with her foot but it was no use. The monster was relentless, especially when food was involved.

"Heath, go on! This isn't for you." What a bunch of help that was. Knowing she was never going to rid herself of her furry stalker, she balanced her plate on her arm to free up a hand in order to open up Jacob's door. Carefully taking the plate back in hand, Dany slipped into her brother's room with Heath pushing past her to go straight over to where Jacob's rabbit Doc was laying in his bed on the floor, roosting the poor hare from his own slumber.

"Heath, leave him alone!" she whispered sternly at her canine, rolling her eyes as she once again balanced her plate on her arm, reaching over to gently shake Jacob's shoulder. "Jake. Jake! Wake up. I've got breakfast for y-" Before Dany could complete her sentence, she could feel Jake reaching a hand up to grip her arm as he shoved his other into the inside of her elbow, forcing himself up as he pushed his weight into her, flipping her up over the bed as the two plates crashed over the bed and onto the floor. Without thinking, Dany quickly brought her knee up into Jake's side and pushed him back over, nearly tossing both of them over the edge before Dany saved them both. She hadn't realized she was holding up a fist until she saw the look in Jacob's eyes going back and forth between her face and her hand, dropping her hand down onto his chest as she sat back on her heels. Dany turned to look behind her at the mess all over the floor, Heath already making himself useful by cleaning it up. The daughter of Deimos sat there a moment just staring at the mess before turning on her brother, sternly gazing down on him.

"This is why we can't have nice things." Her brother's face turned bright red followed by an apologetic smile, mouthing the word 'sorry' as they both got up from his bed. Dany sighed heavily before helping Jacob strip his bedsheets, eyeing her brother's messy bedhead with a smirk. "How 'bout you go get ready, and I'll clean this up. Heath's just about got it spotless, anyway." Dany chuckled lightly, balling up the bedsheets in her arm, shoving her brother towards his shower with her free hand before picking up the plates from the wood floor. Thank the gods it wasn't carpet. "We can head up to the Pavillion when you're done. Hopefully they have something good, today." Dany scooted a very satisfied-looking hellhound towards the door, shutting it closed behind her as she made her way back down the stairs to put the plates in the sink and the sheets in the wash. Jacob was lucky she loved him. Had it been Ezra, she'd have made him clean it up by himself.
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Seraphina Oriane Williams, Daughter of Hecate




She's perfect! Jacob's Looking forward to seeing her in the IC ^^ <3 Pop her on over into the character tab and post for her whenever you're ready, love!
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Hello. I've come by to ask for a name change. Would like to ask that my user be changed to "Hiraeth". The name in question is already taken, but the account holder has been inactive for quite some time. Their last login was only a month ago, which I realize wasn't that long ago; but they joined 6 years ago, haven't posted in 4 years, and have only posted 15 times in the time they've had their account. I'd like to think that that's inactive enough that the name change would be permitted, but of course, the decision is left to you. ^^ I can only hope, but if it doesn't work out, it's perfectly fine. Thank you for your time, regardless. :)

-Moro





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Location: Hermes Cabin
Interactions: Miles Morrison (brother)
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Crossing the threshold into the large cabin Tyler had come to call home over the last four years of his life, he couldn't help but immediately notice the mess around the place. What was it with the Hermes kids and the lost, unclaimed souls; did none of them know how to clean up after themselves... or make their beds? To a certain extent, he understood. He used to sleep on the floor beside his siblings before he was granted the rank of Master. Well, Cabin Councellor, but it was basically the same thing. Master Jedi. Cabin Councellor. Whatever. Same difference. He knew what not having any privacy was like, and the constant reminder that your belongings weren't safe. Not with a cabin full of thieves. But the sleeping bags, blankets and pillows; not to mention the clothing that littered the cabin floors. Tyler had to force himself to ignore it, knowing he didn't have time to start playing Cinderella around the cabin.

Turning, Tyler pushed himself up the stairs two at a time, gently pushing past a few of his siblings as he kept his eye out for one in particular. Miles. Alex Miles Morrison. Of course, he could easily ask Sawyer for his help but Tyler just wasn't in the mood to go searching the camp for his satyr friend. Miles was much easier to find. Just look for the scrawny blond kid sitting in a corner with his nose in a book. Out of the many siblings he had, Jaime, Anzu, and Miles were the ones he tolerated the most. "Tolerated" being used in the most affectionate way possible. Tyler had never really been a people person before camp, but especially after coming here and finding out his godly parent just so happened to father quite a few kids of his own as well as taking about a bajillion kids under his proverbial wing that he had to share a cabin floor with... it didn't exactly help his displeasure for being around too many people at once.

It didn't take long for Tyler to locate his brother doing exactly what he knew he'd be doing, in the same exact corner of the house he always read in. It was one of the quietest places in the entire cabin besides Tyler's bedroom. Tyler had told Miles several times that he was more than welcome to go up into his room and read to get away from their rowdy housemates, but Miles was one of the few who refused to enter Tyler's room without him being in there as well. Something that made Tyler admire the boy all the more. It was nice to know at least one of his siblings acknowledged personal space. As Tyler approached his fair-haired brother, he hooked his thumbs in his front pockets and came to a stop just in front of Miles, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Hey Alex, I need a favor, man." The look Miles shot Tyler with the use of the name Ty knew he didn't care too much for (though it was his actual first name) forced a chuckle from the boy, motioning back over his shoulder in the direction of his bedroom. "I need you to keep an eye on the reps for me while I'm gone. I'd have asked Sawyer but I'm kind of on a time crunch and don't have any to go searching for him. If you can't, or don't want to, just let him know and he'll do it."

Miles shut the book he was reading, holding his place with his index finger firmly placed between the pages, eyes trained upon his brother's. The boy didn't have to ask where he was going. With the news spreading around camp quickly, Miles already had a lead on what was going on and knew that Tyler would inevitably be apart of the quest party one way or another. "So, a week, huh?"

"Gonna be gone for a week, yeah, and they're due for a feed. Though Clyde might not eat cause his eyes have been looking kinda cloudy the last few days, I think he's due for a shed. Might give him a warm bath or something in a few days to help him out, if you could manage it...?"

Miles simply nodded, shaking a bit of hair out from over his eyes. The boy had always been one of few words ever since Tyler knew him, it was kind of nice. So they were in agreement, then. Cool. Tyler began to take steps back towards his room as Miles reopened his book to read again, clearing his throat before talking again.

"The prophecy mentioned a soul being taken... so, if it just so happens it's me, and I don't come back... save the reps for Carlos when he gets back. With his luck, he's not not coming back. He's the only one besides Erin to take care of them."

"You and I both know Erin wouldn't let that happen. I'll see you in a week, brother." Well, he wasn't wrong. Even Tyler knew that. Erin was very adamant about reminding the boy that she'd travel to the Underworld and pull him back by his ear if he ever thought about leaving her, that he was too important to her to lose him. Even if she was the one who put him there herself, she'd inevitably drag him back to the land of the living. Tyler Rumancek wasn't going to get out of this life so easily if Erin Maree Chase had a say in the matter.

As if closing out their conversation, Miles turned his attention back to the pages of the novel laid out in his lap. Tyler quickly picked up the hint and swung around, pivoting on his heels, and walked off towards his room. There wasn't much else for him to pack into his go-bag, maybe exchange a pair of pants or two for some shorts and he was set. Once he reached his room, he didn't bother to close the door behind him knowing it'd be a quick in-and-out trip. Tyler reached under his bed and tugged the pre-packed bag out from beneath it, tossing it up onto his bed before going to his dresser to grab out a couple of pairs of cargo shorts for the road. His eyes caught movement in the tank atop his dresser, smiling as he saw the black pine snake poked his head out from beneath its hide, flicking its tongue out at Tyler.

"Hey bud." Tyler stared down at his pet snake a few moments longer, giving him a faint smile before turning away to fold up and pack away the shorts he'd pulled from the dresser. The next things Tyler grabbed were his weapons and shoebox with the custom winged chuck taylors his father had given to him a couple of years prior for his birthday. He knew Zeru was more than likely to come on the quest, though to Tyler it wasn't yet confirmed... how would Zeru say no to Erin asking for his help? He knew well enough that the two weren't exactly close, but even still, Erin wasn't one to ask for help. She never was, but for her to ask for his help, Tyler felt Zeru would understand the importance of his inclusion in the roster. Even with Zeru going, the shoes could potentially come in handy.

Carefully taking them out of the box, Tyler stuffed the shoes into his bag and tied them down by the laces at the bottom, topping them with some of his folded clothes. He zipped the bag up after stuffing his two daggers down on top of everything, grabbing a hoodie from his closet to throw on on his way back to the Hades Cabin, snatching up his shortsword before walking around his bed towards his bedroom door. Before he could cross through the doorway Tyler came to a slow stop, taking one last look over his shoulder that lasted a few moments as he got lost in thought. Coming to, he shook the lesser thoughts from his head. 'I'm coming back,' he told himself, grabbing the doorknob and shutting the door behind him.





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Location: Bunker 9; Level 50
Interactions: Corona Talos @Zenritch and Pierre Vos @MarshiestMallow
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"I imagine the location of the engine might be an issue. It would need to be functional in both positions... and everything would need to be perfect so that nothing shatters in both forms."

Brynn nodded in silent agreement with Pierre, the gears in the child of Athena's head as she looked over the blueprints and photos that Corona had provided. The girl sighed heavily as she flipped back and forth between the two, occasionally looking up at the incomplete structure before the three demigods. If this was even possible, this wasn't going to be easy. Brynn knew about as well as anyone that the Athena kids; most, if not all, suffered from hubris - as she also knew the daughter of Hephaestus had been picked by her own mother, Athena. It seemed as though the girl had the unfortunate luck of receiving said flaw from her godly Legacy. As much as Brynn didn't want to crush the poor girl's hopes and dreams, she couldn't lie to her. Lying just wasn't something Brynn could manage doing. Not even a little one. As much as it would hurt the girl's feelings to hear, she had to be honest with her.

"The actual core is still under development. Since this is a rather large machine, it's gonna need a lot of oomf to make sure it doesn't drop out of the sky while it's airborne. However, the core is meant to be compact and can be repositioned within several points of the machine to ensure that it is constantly safe from attacks."

The brunette girl was still overlooking the blueprints while listening in to what Pierre and Corona were saying, eyes only lifting when the daughter of Hephaestus grabbed her hands in her own. The uncertainty in the girl's tone and the way she wouldn't meet Brynn's gaze broke her heart. This project meant a lot to her, that fact was as clear to see as the freckles that painted the curly-haired girl's face.

"I need help on the more... techie side of things, Brynn. I'm wondering if you can help me develop an A.I. for the ship I'm building. I have a detailed list on the specifications of what she'd need to be like... since I am modeling her after my twin sister, but I'm not really that confident with my coding and developing skills."

An A.I. Brynn bit down on her lower lip nervously, watching the girl let go of her hands to wander back over to her prized project. Taking a quick glance over at Pierre, Brynn slowly closed the distance between herself and Corona, wrapping an arm over her shoulders with a soft grin.

"Corona, I will do whatever I can to help you with what you're looking for. Creating the A.I. shouldn't be a problem. I just..." The brunette gently squeezed the red-head's shoulder, sighing softly before continuing. Her eyes focused up at the skeletal structure. "I fear we may be in over our heads with this, hun. I know you mentioned you are wanting to model this after your sister, and that's very sweet of you to do this in memory of her... really, but I think it's also what's keeping you from seeing just how-" Brynn paused a moment, thinking of the right word to use. "-difficult this is going to be to complete, if it's something that can even be done."

The daughter of Athena's smile faltered slightly, turning her gaze to Corona's as she continued. "Just don't want you getting to a point down the road halfway through and get stuck on something you can't get passed, then beat yourself up over it cause you can't figure this masterpiece out. You know? I can definitely spend some time with you and maybe help figure out another project you could do in memorium to your twin. Would... would you think that would be something you're interested in, 'Rona? I-If not-" The girl paused again, eyes turning back up to the frame of the airship, chewing on her lip a moment. "I'll stay down here with you as long as you need me, and I will personally help see you through as much as we can get done for this. And if by some crazy miracle we manage to make it work, then..." Brynn nodded, her eyes finding the Heph girl once more. "Then it'll be done... so, what say you, hun?"

Brynn gently dropped her arm from around Corona's shoulder, instead pulling it forward in front of the both of them holding it out to the redhead's to shake on the proposal with a small grin.
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