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Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur glared over towards Roman, making note that he'd have to get back at him later. Mona, however, apparently had very different plans, as she acted rashly to say the least. He appreciated Mona, but he felt as if her particular method of doing things lacked finesse, to put it kindly. He looked away as she smacked into the window, allowing himself a small smile. Say what you want about Mona, but she was effective, and good at sending a message. He was a bit worried about the ensuring rage that was sure to come, but he was certain he could brave it.

Clearing his throat, he quietly said ,"Thank you Mona." Before standing, and walking towards the door. Stepping over the bat, he crossed into the now opened door. He simply smiled at Roman, before saying, "That was quite funny, I'm sure I'll be having a laugh later as well." Keeping a good distance between the two of them, he turned back and waited to see the undoubted fury that was soon to come from the beast that is Coach Hedge. He worried about what was about to happen to Mona, but worst case scenario, she was expelled, and if that was the way to get out of here, it'd be hard to keep a bat out of Arthur's hands.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave -> Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road)
Skills:N/A

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Bart followed along side Faith, and shrugged a little bit, "Eh, Sophia's here for surveillance, if anything major happens, she should be able to hear it." He said. Of course, he had no way to know what kind of range Sophia had, but all he had was that hope. "We're all good at different things, you know?" This was something he'd considered himself a fair bit, especially in his training with Faith. Before he came here, he was so, unbelievably outclassed by everybody else. These days, he didn't know how true that was, but one thing he really had to come to terms with was that their separate skill sets weren't a bad thing, but were instead a strength.

Walking down the road, he turned his head to Faith, measuring his next words carefully. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get the next few words out, but found it difficult. Exhaling, he finally said quietly. "Do you think Eve is gone because of us?" He asked, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. He knew it was probably just paranoia, but that didn't stop the feeling. If there was even the smallest chance that this was somehow caused by their behavior around Golgotha and company, he didn't know how he'd be able to face the others. He hoped Faith would be able to shake this feeling from him, one way or another.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme looked up in shock at the piecing scream. She covered her mouth, concealing a frown that was contorting on her face. That was harrowing for sure, but wouldn't be rushing towards the danger. She'd just be in the way if she tried. Staying here would be better for her, and everybody involved for sure. As she stayed put in her seat at the piano, she turned her head towards the man addressing her, a bit surprised that somebody had decided to take notice of her. She cleared her throat and smiled, "Well, it's been an experience." She said sweetly. Those are the kindest words she could muster about the way the night had been going.

She extended gave a curtsy and introduced herself, "Miss Creme." She said lightly, before smiling at the man before her. "And how, may I ask, are you?" She asked him. She recognized that he was part of the four unmasked men, which make her wonder if she'd end up finding out about why they were here. They seemed to have been mostly floating about from her brief experience with them, but surely they had some real purpose for being around. She did take her seat again, not wanting to continue the conversation standing

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur allowed himself a smile as Roman walked off. For a moment, he was worried that it may turn physical, but apparently Roman knew better than to needlessly attack him. Directing his attention back towards Mona, he gestured his head back towards him, quietly saying, "Not exactly what I'd call a gentleman." He sat down for a moment, laying the food down in front of him, and started to pick at it, working his way up to choking down the food. He did despise that some men could be like Roman, and he knew that, at some point, he'd be back to bother her again, and that there was nothing he could do at that.

That seemed to be the central theme of this place; Futility. He couldn't do anything to get himself out of this place, he couldn't do anything about the food, or anything about detestable men like Roman. He figured that this was how prisons broke their inmates, which said worrying things about his current situation. He did consider that he might be feeling a tinge dramatic, but it nevertheless furthered his disgust for this institution. Shoving the first spoonful oh his food into his mouth, he swallowed hard and said ,"Of course, if you'd prefer to have lunch by yourself, I'll put myself elsewhere." He didn't expect her to take him up on that offer, but he felt like he should still put it out there.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:N/A

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Bart smiled, glad to see she agreed with him. He weighed the options in front of him for a moment/ He wanted to check out the women for sure, but who knows who they might be at this point? They didn't rightly have time to search around the camp for them, whereas he reasoned it was a pretty fair guess that either Ben or this so called Management would be near the Circus set up. Additionally, he wagered that they'd eventually make their way back there anyway. Given all that, he felt comfortable with saying they should make their way back towards the carnival set up.

"Let's see if Ben isn't back at the set up." He offered, "Only thing I would be a little concerned about it the fact that we'd be leaving the grave unguarded," He said, his tone even as he elaborated, "If they do have some nefarious intent for the grave, we'd be practically letting them at it." He didn't see this as too much of a risk, but he thought it best to point out. "That said, we should know when they start heading back here, assuming they take the main road. We'll either intersect with them on the way back, or we'll see them leave once we get to the set up." Taking a few steps back towards the road, he waited for Faith's response, ready to go with her if she was on the same page as him.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme nodded at Amaranthine's question, "I didn't see all of it, " She said, as the woman rose from the chair, "But there was a man who was stabbed in the foot, I do believe." She however, did not follow her up. This was where she was supposed to be, she thought. This would be where things would be happening, with everybody coming here. Even if it would soon stop being a quiet respite, she would rather be where she's supposed to be than hide and try to keep her head down. Giving a small wave goodbye, she kept her seat on the piano chair, ready to move should anybody actually want to play.

Resting her hands in her lap, she focused her attention on the men entering the ballroom. She believed she had seen them shortly in the Breakfast room, and she did wonder exactly who they were. They didn't arrive with the rest of them, but it just didn't seem like they were with the other guests, since, as far as Miss Creme knew, there were no other guests in quite yet. She didn't have any intent on reaching out to talk to these people though, their business was their own business after all, and she was fine with it staying that way.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:Alertness

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Bart followed after Faith, and as they reached the grave, he knelt down and took a look around. Making a "Tut" noise as he inspected the site, he turned at Faith and shook his head. "No clue." He said bitterly, and stood up straight. "Nothing's changed, I don't get what would be special about it." He said, and bit in inside of his lip. "Okay, okay..." He said, working through his thoughts on the matter. "Way I see it, there are two possibilities." He started, and placed his hands together. "One, they're looking to do something with the body, but that seems unlikely. If they had some weird kind of powers that could raise the dead, I don't see why they wouldn't lead with that." Short of that, he couldn't think of any other use for a dead body, even with the powers he knew could very well exist.

"Or, they're old friends." He offered, crossing his arms and exhaling. "I'm not too sure what Peter was doing right before he died, but hey, maybe he ran with these guys for awhile." That seemed like a far more likely explanation to him than any other theory he could think of or had heard floated. While he knew better that to blindly assume the best in people, Occam's Razor favored this over pretty much any other hypothesis. "How's that sound? It'd explain how they knew about us, not quite sure how they knew Peter was dead, but answers must lie somewhere." He waited for Faith to respond. He thought his reasoning was sound, but it was always good to hear a second opinion.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Arthur Stanford

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Stepping out into the courtyard, Arthur grimaced. He couldn't believe how horrid the food was here. He knew better to complain, he'd just be told to eat it or starve. Luckily enough for him, he saw Mona off on by herself, with a boy who looked like less than a gentleman, Roman, was his name he believed. He'd heard less than good things about him, to say the least. Thinking for a moment, he decided to visit Mona, stepping to her side and clearing his throat, he said ,"Mona! Lovely to see you, how were your morning classes?" He asked, before acknowledging Roman, and turning to look him in the eye.

"Pardon me, I don't believe we've met." He said, his voice calm and collected. He knew he was far from imposing to older students, but that never stopped him from acting like the bigger man. "Is this one of your friends?" He asked, turning back to Mona, playing dumb. He'd never expect Mona to associate herself with someone like Mona, but it was better to keep his mouth shut and let her speak for herself. He looked down at the food tray in front of him, and exhaled. He had to find a way to stop eating this slop. He briefly played with the idea of throwing it at the creep, but he knew better than that. Besides, he hadn't done anything yet, but Arthur had a certain lack of faith in Roman.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme turned her head as Amaranthine pointed at her, and covered her face for a moment. She wasn't used to being noticed, or paid much mind in general. What surprised her even further, was when she was beckoned forward by the pianist, and nodded, crossing the room over to her. She was about to explain that she wasn't much for playing, when she said something much more interesting. She wanted to talk to her, but it seemed she'd rather keep whatever it was between the two of them. This was odd, since, best to her recollection, they hadn't spoken yet. This might have worried Creme given the themes of the night, but the woman looked about as imposing as Creme herself did, so she didn't feel any fear.

Sitting next to her, she turned to face Amaranthine, she let a small smile dance across her lips. "Would they?" She asked, as the woman began to play. She quite liked the sound of her playing, not having many chances to listen to music herself, she took a quiet moment to enjoy it. Returning to the matter at hand, she nodded ,"That's very interesting Miss." She remarked, and continued, "You can call me Miss Creme by the way." She informed her, hoping she'd be given some way to address her in kind. She hesitated for a moment, and took a quick look around the room, before lowering her voice and saying, "Now... Is there something you'd like to discuss?" She inquired delicately.

Rise of the Evos

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Adalene Jones

Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A

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Adalene followed her out of the shadows, and nodded as Emmie confirmed her expectation. Life couldn't be easy for her as a homeless person in the city, and it showed a certain resilience that she'd toughed it out as long as she did. She smiled at Emmie's sentiment about train riding, she'd never quite found them too comfortable, too crowded for her taste. But she figured it was a pretty important tool for moving around the city, especially when you woke up and didn't know where you next meal was coming from.

She shook her head, and said, "I'm fine, but if you need a break, we can take one." She did, however, graciously take the water bottle from her. She cracked open the top, and drank about a quarter of it. She could looked around the terminal, trying to keep an eye out for anybody that might seek to pickpocket or steal from them. The subways weren't the safest place, especially for those wishing to keep their possessions to themselves.