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"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
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When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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Location: Ares Colosseum
Mentions: JoJo @HereComesTheSnow,
Dal @Plank Sinatra,
Dana @Plank Sinatra,
Beks @Krayzikk

Marcella Aveline Bonaparte20, Fifth Year
Ψ Rhea Franky Psomas Ψ 19, Fourth Year



Marcy glanced at Bekah's invitation for a small hug and glanced back at Rhea. Her head pivoted into a double take glancing at Bekah once more in disbelief. Looking back at Rhea once more, the daughter of Poseidon simply smiled and urged her forward. Marcy took a small step towards Bekah and was pulled in to the hug. Marcy was sure not to overextend, however. "Nice to see you again Beks."

"Of course, I didn't want my training to go to nothing so I spent most of the summer going through with a daily regimen that I constructed from the things you were having me practice." Rhea began rolling her eyes as Marcy left the warm embrace of Bekah. "I wanted to come back for training the same if not better than you had left me." Her eyes glowed up to what would've been an imposing figure to anyone. Sure, if Rhea was under the impression that she had some reason to fear Jonas he would've been a colossus, but he was more of a beacon as it stood now.

"So," Marcy said, adjusting her hair and taking another big gulp of her latte, the steamed drink slightly searing the inside of her throat. "Dal ran off on his own, that can only mean trouble and booze, huh?"

Rhea's gaze swiveled to Marcy with a smirk and an 'oh you'd love that' kind of face she'd perfected by now. But she did relent. "Yeah, almost definitely." Rhea scanned the crowd for a moment. "Hey Marc, where's your shadow?"

Marcy perked up and looked around her. "Oh yeah, Ian was called wasn't he?" Marcy said, she was admittedly lost in the moment of seeing everyone again. "Well, knowing Dal this should be good. I'm always ready for a pre-semester kick off." Before long Marcy's wandering gaze was set on Dana and Bekah once more. [color=e03c131]"So, ladies, how were the summers?"[/color]

The more Rhea contimplated the idea of a party to open everything up, the more excited by the notion she became. "Jonas, how was your summer?" The much more composed and frequently less scattered Rhea was still gently scanning the room for either Ian, who had a habit of showing up in a corner or near Marcy when they were all in public places. Or Dal, because god knows when that man was on his own he was a wrecking ball through a doll house. Nothing would be left but the sense of general satisfaction and destruction.




Location: Ares Colosseum
Mentions: JoJo @HereComesTheSnow,
Dal @Plank Sinatra,
Dana @Plank Sinatra,
Beks @Krayzikk

Marcella Aveline Bonaparte20, Fifth Year
Ψ Rhea Franky Psomas Ψ 19, Fourth Year



"Another year of disappointment Rhea." Marcy casually glanced at her friend, sipping the chai tea latte that they had picked up just a few minutes earlier. Her sip was hasty and her face scrunched up as the still searing hot liquid scorched her tongue. But she gulped it down anyway.

"It's only a disappointment if you're counting the amount of times you got to fuck." Rhea said calmly, pushing her mane to the side as the girls walked back into Olympus Academy. For Marcy it was the start of the fifth year of her attendance, for Rhea the fourth.

"You're lucky you've wormed your way into my heart Re." Marcy said, gently bumping into the girl as they made their way towards the Ares Colosseum. "So how's your training been going anyway? You started with Jonas last year rigt?" Marcy's eyes peered over at Rhea while she scanned the crowd of demigods that also made their way to the colosseum. Keeping an eye out for any of her favourites.

"Yeah, that's right." Rhea nodded, doing the same, scanning over the crowd. "It's going well, learning combat skills from Jonas is strange. I've definitely improved, but my hand to hand is still leagues behind him."

"Come on bitch, Marcy said whipping around in front of Rhea, nary spilling a single succulent drop of her latte. "You've improved so much, own that shit."

Rhea stared the daughter of Hades down, she was almost half a foot taller than her but by most metrics was still fairly short. They both glared at one another, long enough for a few onlookers to notice it until they couldn't hold the tension any longer and burst out laughing.

"Gods I missed you Marcy." Rhea said through the laughter, giving her best friend a hug.

"Well you still got to text me, putting you on a very exclusive list of people I'll remind you." Marcy said as she was squeezed by the shorter girl. "Imagine how the rest of the school felt without my guidance on how to dress for dates, accessorize for the next big fight, etc."

Rhea giggled, "Did you just say etcetra?" The two girls continued into the crowded arena.

Anyone watching them would notice subtle differences in the girls. Both fairly confident in the routined return to their school and partial home. Marcella's scanning of the crowd was emblematic of her need for socialization and wanting to catch up with the notorious son of Apollo, his hulking best friend, and of course Ares' favourite daughter and Athena's golden child. The group had formed fairly quickly into the earlier years and the younger ones were adopted the year after. It was a good group of fools.

Rhea on the other hand seemed pretty calm and not quite as frantic as the other girl. Rather this one was focused and calm. Even as the entire staff of Olympus Academy took the stage.

That was odd.

"The fuck?"

"Language babe."

"Shit, right. Thanks."

Marcy opened her mouth once more, but she decided against it.

Hector and Helena took the forergound for themselves. Waxing poetic about their expectations of the students, and also saying something about how there would be 32 students taken for a super secret program.

"We get picked for this every time." Marcy whispered into Rhea's ear.

"How do you figure that?" Rhea asked back, barely moving her head to acknowledge her friend.

"Daughters of two of the big three." Marcy said, that bit of cocksure energy dripping back into her words. Rhea sighed, acknowledging there was some merit to the notion. Though she wasn't nearly as sure as Marcy seemed to be.

Helena began to call the names.

"Dallas Relo." Rhea heard, and watched as Marcy's ears perked up and mouth started to salivate just that little bit more. She glanced at Marcy with a smirk, which Marcy shoved away as Rhea continued to push into Marcy's slightly reddening face.

"Jonas Highwind." Rhea nodded, she was happy to see him selected.

Marcy's grin widened.

"Rebekah Cross."

Once more it widened.

"Danaye Harada."

"They wouldn't."

"Rhea Psomas."

The girls turned to one another.

"Marcella Bonaparte."

"The madwoman."

Rhea and Marcy took their spot in front of their peers, standing near their friends but making sure not to make the higher up's mistakes evident by acknowledging them. Instead both Marcy and Rhea smiled and nodded at their fellow trouble-makers while glancing out over the crowd of onlookers that were staring up at them.

Marcy offered her friends a sly wink before once more gazing out into the masses.

"I will rule you well my subjects." She whispered.

"Shut up." Rhea whispered back.

As the rest of the 32 took their place alongside the girls and the remaining students filed out. Living arrangements were given and the girls couldn't be more ecstatic.

"This is good, I was hoping for more time to cultivate your wardrobe. You still smell of the North." Marcy dictated to Rhea, pulling her along to go and find their friends in their own living arrangements.

"Of course Marcy, what would I do without your fashion guidance?" Rhea asked sarcastically as she was pulled through a small crowd of people.

"You'd bug Dana." Marcy quickly retorted pulling the other girl along.

After a short while of searching the imposing figure Jonas struck was clear as day. They approached the other four with massive smiles.

"Hey guys, miss us?"









You already know - but daughter of the water guy and daughter of the dead one. Cheers.

Oh and my fcs are Lucy Hale & Zendaya not in that order don't @ me.


“Buy me breakfast if I make her scream at me.” The steely voice whispered into my ears, I felt my wings flutter a little and my grin was unbearable. But I just nodded a little and bowed my head somewhat when approaching the team of four girls. They looked close in the way that Stella and I were close. We might throw a hairbrush at each other every once in a while and overshare about our sex lives or lack thereof – but we loved each other.

Once we were in the vehicle proper Jericho sat beside me. I couldn’t quite tell if it was something of a supervisor on a field trip, or rather a simple gesture. But either way I was happy. Either he or Luke were easy enough to talk to on the trip there.

Jericho looked at me with his signature Piper Grimle. It was a grimace and a smile – I had coined the name! Kind of like: “Bianca, I know you’re incredibly attractive, and also my partner in this life and this mission, but I wish you weren’t so fucking awkward.”

Honestly, it was nice to see every once in a while. It showed that he cared. I grinned at the team of girls standing across from us a few of them looked like they’d fall more into the Gratia/Jericho camp of how they’d react to me but maybe a few of them would like me. Well, Gratia likes me, and Jericho likes me more than he likes the average Mistralian – which I’m told isn’t the highest bar but hey, it’s something.

Finally after a deep sigh Jericho handed me an earbud and, placing it gently in my ear the saxophone flooded through my senses. It started with a low basey crawl through the beginning of the song, but almost immediately took off into an electric cacophony of drums, that filled me with energy. I grinned at Jericho and was going to say something but he saw my mouth start moving and just nodded his head.

I laughed a little and nodded back, turning to look at my handbag, slowly levitating in place. It would come in handy soon.

“Soooooooon.” I whispered quietly, the anticipation was starting to kill me. But not because I was scared.

I am so excited. I placed my head on Jericho's shoulder, letting his music fill me with energy and anticipation.

"Let's kick some ass today."
It is I - a friend of his. Also interested cheers.


I laughed a little at first, but Jericho’s genuine reassurance struck me silent for about a second. I smiled at him and Luke attempting to mediate as best as he could, before sitting on the foot of Skye’s bed. I was planning on gently waking our fourth.

“Hey Skye, time to get up girl.” I said rustling the blankets, but as soon as I touched them I realized there was no substance underneath them.

Oh Jesus I’m talking to linens.

“Okay, I know that looked bad, but in my defense it is dark in here and Stella got the eyes – I got the wings!” I said in a hushed voice so I didn’t wake Sk-

You were doing so well, too.

I shook it off, quite literally, and moved towards the front door to take a moment. “Hey, I’ll be right back, just going to stretch my wings real quick.” It was a simple sentiment, there was a large possibility of combat in any mission and if so my largest advantage I could offer my team was on my back and covered in feathers.

So before I could get a: be back in ten from my new captain I was out the door and flying through the halls.

I exploded out the doors and greeted the morning, dewy air by soaring through it. My jacket flapped violently in the wind but all I saw was a destination. It was something that most people dreamt of, that I got every day. I found a place eventually, floating above the clocktower that dominated the landscape of Beacon. This is the place I had first remarked about the beauty of Beacon. It had only been weeks since then ad yet somehow it might’ve lost some of its luster already. That was not to say the school wasn’t the same as it was when I first came here. Rather, I think I just found things that were even better than this to me.

With a smile I spiraled back towards the ground, steadying myself with a single mighty flap of my wings, and strolled back to the dorm. It had only been about ten minutes before I saw Skye – standing at the door and knocking.

With a goofy grin, and slightly messed up hair from the wind, I approached her and threw an arm around her shoulders.

“You know you live here right Skye?” I lightly pushed the door in and looked into the dimly lit room with a grin. “Looks like we’re all here!”


I felt a dream slip from my mind as the darkness of the room flooded my vision. It was something about flying, or, no, maybe I was falling?

Today’s the day.

I hardly gave my team a passing glance when I made my way to the bathroom, Luke who was rolled over facing the wall by this point, Skye who was still passed out and Jer – as usual, out. I fixed my blankets on my bed, snagged the clothes and requisite three options for underwear so I could judge them against each other and walked quietly into the bathroom.

The warm yellow tint of the bathroom lights washed over me as I sat down on a small stool in front of the mirror.

I had stolen a T-Shirt from Jer as a fee for joining the team late, and mostly because I wanted one of his T-Shirts. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded though, I found a few copies of the old “Atlas will indoctrinate your youth” shirt and ordered one for each of us. He was incredible at making sure we didn’t wear it on the same day, but still.

I waited,

And waited,

And waited.

But it never came. The nausea, the tears, the anger, the feeling of powerlessness. It wasn’t there.

I looked in the mirror and did not find a scared little girl in a van holding a gun. I saw… Well, me.

Bianca Nuit.

The Queen of Beacon was ready to make her triumphant debut in the field of battle!

I threw off my pajamas and leapt into the shower, making sure to wash my wings, which wasn’t that easy to do. The entire time I spent in the shower was lip synching into my shampoo microphone and dancing in the rain. After my song had ended and before the hot water ran out I made sure to hop out, the steam had begun to fog up the mirror already.

After drying off I regarded the underwear I had laid out. I considered something lacy at first, but the idea was quickly discarded, much like the bra itself. I settled for a sports bra and some underwear I had bought at a hiking store a few weeks ago. My outfit – I settled for a fairly casual denim jacket, white long sleeve shirt, torn black jeans and a pair of tan boots. The jacket and white shirt torn from shoulder blade to lower back in order to give my wings enough room to breathe.

I heard the door open, and it became clear that Jer had returned from his morning preparations I considered leaving the bathroom, but feeling a smile creep onto my lips I decided to give him a minute to relax. Sitting back onto the stool I finished up a few self-care tasks half-listening to the parts of the light conversation I could hear, only one word really making it through the door.

’Heavy’.

But I wasn’t too concerned with whatever the boys were talking about.

Walking out of the bathroom looking like a fusion of my usual self and maybe a little influence from my lovely big sister.

“Luke, Jer,” I said, smiling and tilting my head to the side a little. “Let’s do our best today – Okay?”


“Huh? No that’s Jack.” I remarked taking the cap off of the wonton soup and pouring myself a small bowl. The warm broth released a gentle fog that rose to my senses, I repositioned myself to give Jer and Luke more room to get around the already fairly crowded room. I had seen that on an animal planet once before - it helps caged animals relaxed... or something.

I took a big happy mouthful of soup and immediately regretted it as the overly hot broth cooked my tastebuds, I felt my entire face turn red as I resisted he urge to spit the soup up.

Be a lady damn it you are practically a duchess.

I swallowed hard and forced a half smile.

”Yum!”

It’d probably taste better with non-scorched tastebuds.

I put the soup down carefully, examining both of the TVs in question in the debate. ”although now that Jack’s stuff is all gone I guess you’re taking the captain’s quarters!”

The remark was innocent enough but I realized that once again for what was probably the third time this week, Luke’s team shifted. I hope he likes being my teammate now.

Yeah...

Teammates.

It’s so cool!! I tried to keep my jubilation at bay so no one could tell just how excited I was, but...

Ahh!!

”You guys shouldn’t fight though, I had a projector installed while classes were on today - and it can serve as a disco ball for dance parties!” I tried and failed to not stare at the dance pad that had been moved with some of Jer’s other things.

”Anywaaaaaaay - why don’t you guys at least dig in! Once everyone’s done I’m probably gonna have to run all this food out anyway!”

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