Plank Sinatra

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No.

The gods, even in classic mythology, were known to change their faces all the time. Adding a face claim makes them less godly. Plus every kid here probably had a different interpretation of their parent. Zaheen for instance had a Pakistani Hephaestus while Laurel's was probably white. Part of the mystique of the gods is how abstract they are, and there's a reason everyone has such a different interpretation of them. Adding any sort of "standardized" interpretation takes away all that makes them great.

Cause, to put it simply, they're gods not people, they don't need a specific face claim. Their image is in the eye of the beholder.

@Onarax

ditto

i mean, zeus got more than one woman pregnant while disguised as an animal. them changing their shapes and forms to be more appealing depending on circumstance is quintessential greek mythology

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Lauren Negasi

"Heads!"

Lauren Negasi, steeling herself with a deep breath, braced herself against the mattress and gyrated slightly before pushing her center and core up into the air. A coin launched itself off her coiled, dark abdomen, and tumbled through the air in a pretty silver arc. The newest member of BASL watched it with interest, bent in a triangle shape in the center of her bed, and squeaked as the cool metal landed on her navel and began to slide downhill, under the hem of her jacket.

"Whoaaa buddy, easy there," she laughed, placing a finger flat on the coin's face and sliding it back up onto the parts of her skin she was currently comfortable baring in front of the team. Her nail traced the surface of the coin...it felt like...felt like...

"Taaaaaaails!" she whined, pouting and jamming a boot into the foot of her bed. "That's...what, ninth time? So according to my in-depth calculations..."

She blew a breath out of her hair and pushed the coin in a circle around her belly button.

"I'm oh-for-nine." Sighing again, she angled her gaze across the dorm and picked up her voice slightly. "Whatcha say, Desire? Fancy a guess?"

"That's like..." Amy stared at the ceiling, trying to force her mind through the painkiller induced haze... "A one in 512th chance? That's kinda crazy." Her effort was rewarded with another pain spike and she sighed. "Heads."

She honestly was just spouting a random answer, mostly brought to mind by massive headache - ache = heads. She was still in her old pajamas and T-shirt, obviously not caring enough to change clothes or get into something more presentable, her crimson hair still crazily spiked and spreading over the bed.

Lauren angled a glance at her slovenly (couldn't spell it without lovely) teammate, then to Ben's bed, directly across from hers. Taking a deep breath and counting her blessings, Lauren thrust herself into the air again and watched the coin angle off her dark abs, hands clasped even tighter behind her back to avoid using them to screw up the experiment. The coin landed perfectly at her waistline, and she tilted her head forward to get a glance at the coin. In the bright light of the BASL dorms, it glowed--it gloooooooooowed--

"H E A D S ! ?"

Her mouth went agape, and she looked at Amy reproachfully, as though she had somehow used a spell to fix the probabilities.

"That's bullcrap! I've been doing this stupid routine with no hands for ten minutes, and I haven't been right once!" She landed on her bed and kicked at the mattress several times. The bed offered an indignant poof every time her boot stomped down. "This sucks. Whose turn is it to come up with an idea? Anyone got anything they want to...you feel me...do?"

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@Krayzikk @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas

I might post for Sangue in the BASL dorm room if no one minds! (unless we're supposed to do a mission I never heard of Dx)

@NarayanK

go for it, won't be able to post 'til tomorrow anyway

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holy god

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HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT THIS OOC IS NOW

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@Krayzikk

you activated his TRAP CARD

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Lauren Negasi

Well, she could have made less progress today...

She just could have made more, too.

Blame Luke and the Mistralese girl for being so interesting, blame Chatsworth for giving her this assignment before she'd even had time to procure a pair of sacrificial Aviators (which, not being technological items as much as total babe starter equipment, were not included in the Armory tech Valhalla), hell, the urge to blame Amaranth for looking so irresistibly scruffy-cute next to her? There in spades.

Truth was, none of those were really applicable. Lauren had herself to blame, having spent most of the period sketching out blueprints and ideas for what she could do, only to cross out things that no one short of a nuclear physicist could possibly achieve with a frame and a couple lenses. What had survived made its way to four sheets of loose leaf, one with each member of BASL's name scribbled atop it in scratch much messier than the actual blueprints themselves. From here, design motifs for each member of the team, as well as functions that were uniquely necessary for each of those members (battery readouts for Ben, a link to Sangue's claw, etc.) were listed along with renderings of how the glasses would look. Ben's frames would be the thickest, as he had the Capitano-spec glasses that headed up the BASL network, and Amy was half-Faunus so she had the night vision thing going plus her Semblance, so maybe ease up on her lenses...

Ooooh, this is exciting! With any luck, at this rate, she could turn in the entire team's worth of glasses by the project due date!

Only the niggling problem of whether anyone else thought it was a badass, sexy idea to wear Aviators into a combat zone remained to her.

She glanced at Desire, who was currently spinning a propeller like a pinwheel and looking quizzically at a cap.

...

ROLLIN' WITH IT~

On yet a fifth sheet of paper, she began to scribble out a shopping list for the next time she was in Vale. The team was going to need some shades.

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Brooklyn Dodger

HUT ONE HUT TWO HUT ONE HUT TWO

Cleaning robot!

"I'm sorry little fel-LAAAAAAAAAA~!" belted a certain tardy Californian girl as she planted a hand on top of the automated janitorial innovation and leapt, gliding with her legs splayed out over top of the bot and sticking the landing with aplomb. She had better things to do than celebrate, though. Her mom had given her the right address, hadn't she? How come nothing she saw looked like Hybrid Academy? Shouldn't they have put some kind of sign above the campus? L-Like a lightning bolt crossing streams with a magic wand or something?

Right!?

Euuugh, why did everything have to happen in a city full of schools? It was like walking back from the bathroom into the wrong class, but on a scale of city blocks! She was going to miss her Scan! She was sure she could make Witch, maybe even Sorceress if she crossed her fingers and pulled some supa hot fire, but...but what if she missed the Scan altogether? She wouldn't be making Witch or Sorceress, she'd be making fast food! F O R E V E R !

No. Nonono I WILL NOT.

The American import decided to hoof it to the address her mom had given her anyway, only a block away, and hope for the best. Giving her legs a shake apiece and cracking her neck, she started to sprint all the harder towards (what she purported to be) Hybrid Academy so fast that she would have lit the soles of her shoes aflame if she'd had her iPod on quite yet. Note to self

EAT SMALLER BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTS

The girl only stopped running to skid to a halt outside the school proper. Where did she go for Magic Scans!? What if she went to the wrong field? She might have to pretend to be an Esper! Forever!

No. No, calm down, Brook. This is a minor setback. This--

Out of her peripheral vision (not that it would have been easy to miss regardless) was an enormous flash of light, so blinding that it overwhelmed Brook's senses for just a heartbeat and unwired her sense of panic. Slowly, a grin unfurled along her face, as the adrenaline that came with missing the first day of school started to simmer down. She knew exactly what the flash signified.

In the words of the world's most valuable plumber, "thas'sa me!"

She chased off down the hallways, out into the open field, in time to see a girl whip out a Bicycle card and say something or other about Michael. Who? She'd need to learn everyone's names...

Well, at least this looked like magic.

I made it.

Phew.

No toiling over a fryer for thirty years for you, Brook.

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sorry for the delay on the brook intro, should get it up today

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wait really