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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 17:12:38 GMT -5
"i feel divinity in my bones like aching, like fire."
How fortunate you are. To be blessed, kissed by divine fire, and licked by immortal rains. Almost as if it was Fate herself, who wove the ties of the universe to have you end up here. An ancient place of grace and warriors. A house of the gods. But divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. It will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-bruised and needing. You will reach for it again, greedy human fingers clutching at any whisper of it. The divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. You will feel it always, scorched in your bones, etched into your soul. What a misfortune it is for you. to be blessed. kissed by divine fire licked by immortal rains You are swinging scales, hanging between mortal and immortal.
Welcome to Olympia.
Heart of Divinity
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 17:15:26 GMT -5
✦✦✦Olympia Academy
Throughout history, many cultures have created their own mythologies and ideologies for humanities existence. All to answer the things we can't understand. Most of the ancient myths hold as much weight as a sack of feathers, and somehow within the fringes of society live those who fill those sacks with rocks instead. The phenomenon we can't explain, can't comprehend, can't imagine. Children call it magic. It's hard for humans to believe in it, and yet, it seems like some have been blessed. Sometimes things aren't meant to be understood, but instead nurtured and harnessed.
These magicians, witches, demigods - whatever you prefer, found each other. They were no longer afraid, no longer suppressing what was threatening to burst free. They believed it had to be a sign from the gods. That they were what remained of the gods' divine power, not quite demigods, but not quite human either. They learned all they could and imparted that wisdom and teachings of all others they encountered. They built a legacy of strength, power, and fame. And with all they built figuratively, they forever immortalized their legacy within their academy. Aptly named for the culture they believed had blessed them, their Academy is only for children who have magic and divinity in their blood.
Nestled within the quiet forests that sprawl out from the acres and acres of land is the famed Olympia Academy. Prestige. Honor. Fame. A boarding school that is the most selective with the students and a test said to be impossible to pass. However, before getting into the Academy itself, the school resides on private property that spans for stars knows how long. Rugged mountains serve as a backdrop, the tall white marble walls obscuring the other three sides of the property. Manicured green lawns, strong oaks, and infinitely many corridors within the Academy's huge walls, the tall pillars towering over the heads of the students and staff. It's aesthetic is intertwined firmly with the school's aesthetic of gold, white, and navy. Tall white walls covered in tapestries and paintings, the slick marble floors swirled with soft grays and charcoals. The most famous part of the Academy's aesthetic is the plethora of beautifully carved statues that stand in every hall, on shelves, and almost every open space within classrooms, dorms, and most prominently in the beautiful sculpture garden.
Along with classrooms and the usual dorms, all of which are stark white and ready for an individual to throw their own expression onto, the grounds boast a multitude of wonderful things to discover. The Great Hall is the most well known, of course, and is where the students and staff dine for at least breakfast and dinner, perhaps even lunch. It is lit with the watery and shifting light casting a soft and cool-toned light onto the marble pillars that hold up the ceiling several stories above your heads. The ceiling is painted beautifully with a scene of a summer sky with fluffy clouds, fairies floating with angels. Nymphs play in the water blue sky, the clouds so vividly painted it seems almost as if they truly are moving. And they might be. One could get lost staring up at the ceiling and forget to eat at the white circular tables. The Library resides underground and goes on forever. Books float on and off the shelves as if enchanted to circle the library. The librarian is a surprisingly young woman, although many think she is immortal since she seems to know everything. It is a long, wide, tunnel-like room with bookshelves upon bookshelves lining the two walls going along the length of the library. There is only one door in and out of the library, or is there?
For more fun things, there is the famous Sculpture Garden. Beyond the one incident that had everyone screaming 'Medusa!' for a solid year and a half, it is one of the most peaceful and beautiful places in the entire academy. Artfully designed to be a labyrinth of statues with flowers and vines twisting over some, others displayed in the sun during other times of day, and some to be viewed in the full moon, it is truly a spectacle for everyone all year.
Two legends circulate within Olympia Academy and are neither accepted or denied. The first is less sinister than the second and is frequently called Aphrodite's Grotto. Although the whereabouts are currently unknown, a crystal blue river leads out from the main campus towards the mountains and into the thick of the forests. Some speculate that several miles out, a path will open up to young lovers if their hearts are true, and it will lead them to this mythical cave. It is rumored to be only open at night and once there it is a half-cave filled with the clearest and purest water in the world. Soft greenery and beautiful flowers unfold to whisper secrets in the ears of these lovers, urging them to make their commitment official, to break down any walls between them. And if they do, their love can never be broken. Some even believe the waters can heal, bring fertility, and heighten powers. The second legend is heavily debated, especially by founders and professors. It is simply called the Darkened. Some students have speculated that since humans exist with humans, then certainly evil must exist with magic too? The legend that is breathed during sleepovers and to scare young students is that a girl student once went missing for a long period of time. Many believed her parents had come and somehow whisked her away, but the Founders made a discreet inquiry and found it not the case. It was until a student realized that there was a new statue in the Sculpture Garden with a hideously twisted face of terror and her signature big curls. Many believed it was Medusa, but that was never confirmed, so even now, it's just speculation. Needless to say, she is not still in the Sculpture Garden.
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The Plot
The second generation of students is coming to Olympia Academy. The first generation went smoothly and now their children are coming to cause trouble - ah, meaning learn! The main plot of this role play should be obvious, but it is all of the drama that comes with an academy/university type role play. The cliques, the powers beginning to develop and become volatile, along with the raging hormones. So, of course, this thread of young adult drama and romance and antics will, as expected, have a thread throughout whatever the main plot becomes.
However, there is a possibility for two other kinds of bigger, overarching plots. And others, I'm always open to creativity and ideas. The first is the Darkened. My thoughts on them are vague, but generally, they could be anything from perhaps monsters from mythology wreaking havoc [for example; Medusa] or perhaps just one of the graduates from Olympia Academy gone bad, or several of them. Which leads into another idea, which is perhaps a secret of some sort that the Founders are hiding. They're a mysterious group [perhaps even clique] themselves and they'd certainly have some secrets.
As far as the beginning of the role play, Olympia Academy always opens the beginning of year with two things. The first is huge and grand ball held at the autumnal solstice to break up the beginnings of classes and to have general celebrations. It lasts for four days and it is the craziest event of the year. It isn't just a ball and dancing, but it has several mini dances on each of the four nights while during the days the grounds are transformed into fun activities for all the students, all mainly set up by the Athenians. The second main event is a huge game of Capture the Flag, where all the cliques gather a team of the remaining students who aren't in the clique and split into two groups, usually girls vs. guys. It isn't officiated by any staff, except for the chosen clique leader who is the Captain of the team.
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 17:24:12 GMT -5
The Powers Fire manipulation
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Water manipulation-- Earth manipulation-- Air manipulation-- Shadow manipulation-- Light manipulation-- Shapeshifting // animal limited to real ones-- Invisibility / Glamouring-- Telepathy-- Telekinesis-- Healing-- Empath-- Seer-- Astral Projection-- Weather manipulation-- Dream Leaping-- Elecrtokenesis-- Shimmering [ teleportation ]-- ✦✦✦
The Founders
Originally, there were seven. Now there are six. The Founders built the school, poured blood and sweat and tears into it. They know what the world was like without a safe place for people like them. Over time, they've expanded and been able to find more and more powers among the students. Although, now in the later stages of life, they each might need to start training a successor.
The Headmaster -- Elemental Manipulation [ fire & earth ] [ claimed ] The Nurse -- Healing Ability [ open ] The Seer -- Premonitions [ open ] The Tracker -- able to sense other powers [ open ] The Transporter -- Teleportation [ open ] The Councilor -- Empath [ open ]
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 18:40:53 GMT -5
The Cliques
Even the elite have formed cliques. Grouped around common interests and named for the Greek gods their founders are so obsessed with, the cliques are ultra competitive with each other. As a brief overview here are the seven cliques, although not all characters have to be in a clique. The Athenians are the only female & male clique and they are the most popular clique. While the largest, they are definitely the most exclusive and reliant upon a hierarchy. The Hunters of Artemis is a group of pretentious, strong, independent women who need absolutely no man. Boys are seriously frowned upon. Cassandra's Daughters take in any girl in need. Any crazy, outcast, recluse or general geek fits within this clique. They are the counterpart to the Sons of Hades. The Furies are cruel and wicked girls who just want to be rebellious, cold, and drop the goody-two-shoes act. They are counterparts to the Wardogs. The Sons of Hades are the dark, sensitive boys, with dark sides and generally seem to fit nowhere. A ragtag group of nobodies. The counterpart to Cassandra's Daughters. The Wardogs are the wild, rebellious, crazy, and hilariously complicated gang of bad boys with hardly any moral compass. The counterpart to the Furies. Finally, Icarus's Flyers are the dreamers, creators, and innovative boys with general flightiness and optimism.
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The Athenians "sometimes you win. sometimes you learn."
A group formed from the birth of Olympia Academy. Named after the goddess, Athena, they keep the same ideologies as her. Intelligent, active, wise, bright, and the shining stars of Olympia Academy. They are the only male and female group of all seven cliques, and accept almost everyone into their group as long as they are intelligent, athletic, and complete bosses. You'll find no shy wallflowers or awkward movers here, but only graceful women and strong men. Outspoken, outgoing, and generally the friendly ones who talk to strangers and help old ladies. Although super competitive, they'll never into a fight they either know they can't win, or know isn't right. Their leader is called The Aegis after Athena's mythical shield. They are either an upperclassmen or a graduate/young teacher who guides and watches over the Athenians and is seen as an adviser. The Athenians generally keep the school colors and wear the navy, gold, and white. However, they're symbol is an owl. All Athenian kids are marked by an owl symbol somewhere on their clothes, on a necklace, bracelet, or something similar. The upperclassmen and high ranking Athenians all have matching blue blazers with a distinct golden owl embroidered on the right side.
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 18:49:08 GMT -5
The Hunters of Artemis"Who run the world? Girls."The very definition of Lady Bosses. They are not your typical young women, swooning over the latest boy band or swoopy haired hunk. Instead they are held together by the strict rules and values built into the foundation of the clique. The Hunters of Artemis certainly have the right name, named for the Greek virgin Goddess, Artemis, their group is built on the foundations the goddess is known for. The biggest and strictest rule they have is the forbidding of relationships [except for secret ones]. All the girls must strive for academic and athletic excellence to bring notoriety and greatness to the group as a whole. Typically attractive, intelligent, and athletic girls thrive under the guidelines of the Hunters. They're tight-knit, secretive, and selective. Intimidate is their main aim, and if you can handle the usual sass and iciness, then you might gain a loyal friend. They are led by a girl who is called the Huntress. She has two lieutenants called She-Wolves. The Hunters of Artemis typically wear blue and silver, usually dresses or nice clothes. They main distinction is the silver charm bracelets they all wear with usually three charms. The first is the crescent moon, which is gained once you join the clique. The second is a quiver of arrows which is gained after your first successful year. The third and last one is after maintaining two years of greatness within the group and is a bow and this is the charm of a regular Hunter ranking. Their are two other charms that can be earned. The Huntress has a necklace that is a moon being shot with an arrow and each She-Wolf has a wolf charm.
✦✦✦ Cassandra's Daughters"I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses."Outcasts. Nobodies. Not tough enough to be Furies, not strong enough to be Hunters of Artemis, not cool enough to be Athenians. Cassandra's Daughters are a group of girls that are everywhere in between. It was started by a seer named Selene during her last year when she was cast out of the Hunters for being weak. So she created her own group for the girls on the fringes. Not all of them are outcasts, but Cassandra's Daughters take everyone who wants a place and group to be accepted. No judgement, no harm. Just like Cassandra in the myth, this clique is a safe place for anyone who feels outcast, lost without a voice. They typically are the weird, eccentric, crazy, loose, and softer group. Less tight knit and more drifters, but sometimes friend groups will evolve from within the group. Counterparts to the Sons of Hades Cassandra's Daughters typically wear whatever they wish to follow personal style. But some girls like to take the white and gold and wear it. Their symbol is not widely known, but it is typically just an eye. It takes on all different forms, variations, and styles. Artists from every year change and make their own symbol to show off their clique. Seers and other mystical magic users do typically drift towards this group, given the name, but not always. They have no formal leader, just girls.
✦✦✦ The Furies"Rebels with a cause."Named after the the Erinyes, these girls are nothing to be messed with. Wicked, dark, and fiery young women. The Furies take no s--t from anyone or anything. They stick together, hip to hip, manicured nail to manicured claw. Witches with a B some say, but they're protective of their own in a different way than the Hunters of Artemis and definitely Cassandra's Daughters. You mess with one, you get all of them. A dark shadow will descend on you and anger will resonant from the center. They're bad most of the time, although while they get that reputation, they're not evil. Protective, wild, and they genuinely just want to have fun and break rules. They're not the quiet and docile girls. No wallflowers hide among the paint, instead just crazy and wicked fun and questionable morals. Counterparts to the Wardogs The Furies do not abide by school colors and usually wear black and silver. They all have silver rings they wear on their dominant hand's middle finger with a symbol etched into it is a coiled whip. Unlike the stories of the actual Furies, they are usually attractive women who show off skin and are confident and competitive. They have no hierarchy, but rather they're just a coven of girls who love being the rebellious crowd.
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 21, 2017 22:40:20 GMT -5
The Sons of Hades"You see? Death does have a heart."For many, the Sons of Hades are stereotyped as the shady, dark, and bad boys. However, much like the Greek god they are named after, the clique is anything but that. Okay, maybe they're a little dark. Mainly a group for outcasts, recluse, and quiet guys who keep to themselves. To say they look out for each other might be a bit of stretch, but they acknowledge each other. They're all friends, close enough, but odds are, they're loners. One thing has drawn them all together. They're all similar in one fundamental way. They are are not as they seem. What does that mean? They're reputation, they're stereotype is off from who they really are and that is truly what has brought this group of guys together. They can trust each other and be a judgement free and stereotype free place. Counterparts to Cassandra's Daughters. The Sons of Hades generally follow no dress code and freely dress in their style, although mostly in dark colors, just the nature of the boys in the clique. They have no official symbol, although some boys like the Grim Reaper as their symbol, which some argue they should call Chiron. They even have a couple black dogs that slink around their quarters. They call all of the dogs Cerbs. Some have dog heads as the symbol, but otherwise, nothing really sets them apart. Other than the personality and psychological aspects of the general population within the clique. Counterpart to Cassandra's Daughters
✦✦✦ The Wardogs"Rage never hurts."Fighters. Ruffians. Barbarians. The group of "dogs" who all found a pack to be wolves together in. They're like a barbaric group of young men being encouraged to live out the wild side. They're constantly fighting, roughing each other up, being loud, and wild. Their name and group takes inspiration from Ares, the god that represented the bloody and untamed parts of war. While they aren't typically violent towards other students, they do tend to be rough, loud, and bold boys. And completely and utterly competitive. Loyal to each other, tight knit like an actual family, and driven to succeed in all aspects. The Wardogs are not led by anyone in specific, except by a professor who is recently new and a former Wardog who has been given the title Phobos. The Wardogs have many symbols, such as flaming torch, dogs, spear, helmet, and vulture. The boys dress in red and black most of the time with little regard for the cool toned colors of the school's aesthetic. They rather wear their cool outfits with their symbols all over them. Most of them have jackets with THE WARDOGS written across the back. Their style is as bold as they are.
✦✦✦ Icarus's Flyers"First we feel. Then we fall."A home of creativity, philosophy, and youthful innocence. If they learned anything from the inspiration behind their name, it is to try to lack arrogance. Icarus's Flyers are named after the famous youth who flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. This group takes inspiration from both Icarus and Daedalus, being known for being creators and inventors. If you need a long, philosophical debate, one of these guys is your best bet. They're all generally a pretty sunny group with open arms for the artists and creators. Easy-going, go with the flow type of guys fit well with them, although self-doubt is often a theme for them. They want to make beautiful things, yet it never lives up to expectations. So they fly closer and closer to the sun, closer and closer to a potential burn out. The most well-liked of all the groups. They would, of course, be symbolized by wings and the sun and the sea. Although a little ironic. They typically wear mostly gold, since it is a school color. They have no true hierarchy, except for upperclassmen help younger ones with problems and such. They're free and open, always up for most things and they usually wear sun necklaces on braided cords, have bright smiles, and painted stained hands.
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 22, 2017 23:44:50 GMT -5
I. Follow all forum rules. Should be pretty easy since it's what we do all the time right.II. Be literate/advanced, whatever you wanna call it. I expect pretty good paragraphs, proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. At least no one-liners and enough material to advance the plot with whoever you're role playing with. III. Be pretty active. I'm in school this time of year, but I do expect activity whenever you can. Even if it's a quick hello to let us know you're still interested, but still busy. If you know you're busy and can't keep up, then this might not be for you, but I can't see this role play moving at the speed of light. IV. LGBTQ characters are welcome! Everyone be respectful of that! V. Please avoid making your character perfect in every way. Every character has powers, but most of them are young and unable to control/know them completely. Even when they do know their powers, they're limited. So no godmodding, powerplaying, and such. VI. As far as posts go, also please keep it PG-13. This role play isn't the sweetest or most innocent role play, most likely, but please once, again follow forum rules and skip and keep gore and such to a minimum. VII. When it comes to powers, I do have a list. If you want a power that isn't on that list you can put it! If I think it's okay, I'll let your character have it! If not, then, please pick something else. But get creative! And powers can be repeated by characters. VIII. The characters have age ranges from about 18-24 when it comes to students. However, some of the characters from either the most recent graduates or something like that could be professors/leaders, and that age range is 25-28. The Founders are in their 60s and such, so age range isn't as important. IX. If you have any problems arise or anything happen, or would just like to discuss anything, such as claims, or questions or concerns, feel free to PM me! X. Lastly, but certainly not least, have FUN!
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 16:04:46 GMT -5
save one
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 16:05:41 GMT -5
save two
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 22:19:28 GMT -5
open for joining! it might be a little before my characters are done~ but otherwise this is finally complete
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Post by 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 on Feb 23, 2017 22:22:44 GMT -5
{This looks amazing. I'm totally gonna join!}
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 22:27:00 GMT -5
Thank you! I'm glad you want to join c;
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 23, 2017 22:32:55 GMT -5
oh this looks cool! I'm probably gonna join~
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 22:35:02 GMT -5
oh wonderful! I'm so happy and excited :3
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 23:26:13 GMT -5
I am defiantly going to join this. It looks so great! )
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 23, 2017 23:45:36 GMT -5
thank you so much!
I'm excited to see everyone's characters~
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 24, 2017 23:12:37 GMT -5
boop I'll probably work on a starter soon
ahhh finally almost done with my characters~
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 24, 2017 23:29:56 GMT -5
ooh! I still gotta finish characters! this is gonna be rough >-<
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 24, 2017 23:35:43 GMT -5
ahhh I'm excited too<3
you can do it, Mulan! xD
although technically I only really need name, clique, and ranking and such~ everything else will probably help in the long run, y'know? at least for me xD if that makes sense
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 24, 2017 23:49:41 GMT -5
true true okay! time to focus!
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 25, 2017 0:32:28 GMT -5
aww thank you so much!
I'll probably post a starter at some point tomorrow since I'm just about ready to pass out asleep now~ I shall finish my characters and add everyone tomorrow as well! g'night ;3
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 9:27:44 GMT -5
hi everybody lol. will hopefully finish my charries before work today *^*
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 25, 2017 11:50:42 GMT -5
hello everyone! same Statice I'm gonna try and finish at least one character before Raven posts a starter u-u
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 25, 2017 21:47:57 GMT -5
gah I have rewritten this starter 3 times the first time because I lost it but the last two times just because I really disliked it. so let's try this again I'm going to try to have a starter up that I'm at least happy with by tonight
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on Feb 25, 2017 23:08:38 GMT -5
Myra Nicholas
The Great Hall -- Late Afternoon
How in the world did she get roped into this?
Myra Nicholas looked down at the plethora of masks she'd been working on, her hands almost glued together and feathers sticking to every inch of her. The late afternoon sun highlighted the fact that she was covered in sequins and little flecks of glitter. Myra sighed, leaning back and rubbing the back of her hand against her forehead, glancing down the rows of other Hunter girls and Athenians working in tandem in her section, which was dubbed 'Mask Making.'
The autumnal solstice was only half a day away now, the beginning officially starting at noon tomorrow. Tomorrow was perhaps the Hunter's favorite day. Masquerade day, or Winter's Day. Most students went around wearing masks that either they made or others made, hence Myra's current job of pasting thousands of feathers onto masquerade masks in elaborate and nicely schemed designs. But Myra liked it because her face was mostly shrouded, because the idea was that the sun hid for most of that season. Although after Masquerade day came her least favorite day; Floral day. Gah, Spring's day.
Myra once again return to the fact that she'd been sitting here since lunch and gluing sparkly feathers for three hours. She thought back through her fatigued haze and then remembered. A pretty Athenian had glided up with a box full of supplies and dropped on the marble table in front of Myra. And who was she to say no to a beautiful woman?
Myra rolled her eyes at the thought and held up her current mask. She felt like a chicken and so she grabbed a feather that was sticking to her bicep and smacked it in an area that looked a little sparse. Okay, so maybe the yellow didn't quite match the soft blues and purples of that area, but at this point, she hardly cared. She only hoped someone came and rescued her from this humiliation of a job. Especially, since unbeknownst to her, a pink feather was hanging onto a loose curl that had escaped from her tight braid and both the curl and feather were suspended up the air right above her forehead. ✦✦✦
Mitchell Lewis
Harmonia's Courtyard -- Late Afternoon
It was impossible to escape the talk of festivities and the four balls to celebrate the four seasons. At least for Mitchell, even in the Wardogs own courtyard the talk had followed them. Harmonia's Courtyard may have been named ironically, if the rule of 'No Fighting in the Courtyard' wasn't strictly enforced by Wardogs. Otherwise, it was just where all the Wardogs seemed to find themselves lounging among the tall oak trees and shady vines. Some younger members were talking about how they were helping the Athenians set up a winter-wonderland table with fake snow and how one of them wanted to ask a young Athenian out to the ball.
Snooze. Mitch leaned back in his lounge chair, his usually backwards hat flipped back around to cover his face as he tried to catch some zzz's before someone came and dragged him off to make masks or something else silly. His red hair fell in every which way, nearly glowing in the lazy afternoon sun. He'd just had a huge test on elemental manipulation a little bit ago, the last test before the week off classes for the festivities, and he was almost a 100% sure he'd completely failed.
To be fair, he hated the fact he manipulated elements. Why couldn't teleport or shapeshift or do something else? "Why do I even have to be magical at all?" He winced a bit to himself, and pulled the hat off his face. Well that thought completely killed his sleepy and relaxed mood. He slid his hat back on backwards and laced his fingers on his stomach, watching a couple younger Wardogs playfully shove each other about who was going to get the pretty Athenian girl. At least, that was what Mitch thought. He was positioned in the lounge chair the farthest from the clear pond that was at the other end of the courtyard. A few dragonflies hovered over the glistening surface and Mitch swallowed, looking away from the water and trying to think about tomorrow's ball. Ironic, but whatever.
✦✦✦ Keziah James
Academia Wing & Sculpture Garden -- Late Afternoon
It was quite a sight to see Keziah James stalking the halls of the Academia Wing. He looked out of place among the tall white walls covered in paintings and delicate marble statues that would shatter into a thousand pieces with a single, well-placed shove. Although not the tallest, his muscular figure was intimidating enough and he moved with a predatory gait. For most he was known as Professor James, or just James. But to the Wardogs, he was Phobos, the god of Terror. And to the very select few, Keziah, his real name.
Keziah rolled his shoulders, the stress and tension of feeling locked up in this elegant cage beginning to creep in. His lips twisted and he finally reached his own closed door. He rarely ever used his classroom. He preferred to be outside to teach and from what he was hearing from the Wardogs, he wasn't half bad at this whole 'professor' thing. Although the titles got on his nerves. Keziah was used to being Nobody. Being an entity, an emotion felt rather than truly understood.
His sweaty palm slid against the cool knob and he slid into the classroom silently. It was freezing inside, the door never opened but the window was. It was rare that he got to do this during the day, and he felt a flush warm his skin. He ducked out the window and onto the springy grass below and quickly stripped, throwing his clothes back into his classroom. The flush he felt earlier dissipated and his nerves calmed, the tension he'd been carrying melted away. His form as well melted away, along with any human worries.
Instead of Keziah, he was truly Phobos. A Wardog forever. His preferred shifted form was a huge black dog, when he was a student, he wandered around it whenever he wasn't in class. But now as part of the Staff, he couldn't shift except for emergency reasons or on weekend nights. Which he didn't find fair since everyone else could use their magic. Whatever. Keziah wasn't about obeying the rules. His paws instantly took him across the cool grass towards the hedges and trees that he knew better than most.
The Sculpture Garden was never completely empty, unless it was the dead of night. And even then, he sometimes caught teenagers making out by Eros's obscene statue in the Love Circle. He usually stayed away from that part of the Garden, and honestly, he didn't get why they even put it in. But today, he had a specific purpose, and fortunately, going near the Love Circle was not near that purpose.
Keziah moved towards the shadows, the trees growing tall and spindly and snowy white so they too almost seemed like statues. This area was hardly visited, because it seemed to emanate cold from it's core. The statues didn't stand tall and proud here, staring up at the sky and drinking in the sweet sunlight like the others, instead the statues hunched over and covered their faces. Shrouds covered the faces of the women and the men had cloaks to obscure their features. But even as Keziah padded forward, he realized most students didn't come because it was creepy.
Perhaps. It was also peaceful. A few birds chirped from the white trees and the breeze was sweet and cool, reminding him that a world lay beyond the hunched and grief-stricken statues. But even so, Keziah was alone for a while. He reached an archway of gray stone that opened in a circular grove marked out by tall trees and dead grass. At the center was a small, unused fountain with no water and no sculpture in the center. It was stacks of rock in a circle with no water. But standing just next to it was the largest statue of Hades.
Keziah was surprised he liked it here so much. He usually liked the bright loud noises that he'd grown up with, while this place left you all alone with Hades and your thoughts. He wandered over to the empty fountain and slunk down to lay next to the cold stone on dead grass. After a while this cold grove began to sink into his bones, and Keziah watched over the limp, brown grass. Sometimes, when he came at night, he swore he heard voices whispering his name. Voices from his past floating up from the fountain. Sometimes he even heard "Kezzy." and it took all of his courage not to sprint out of the garden. Keziah liked it better during the day, even though it hardly felt like day. The sun never touched this part of the Garden, no matter the time of year. Somehow. It took more physics than Keziah knew to figure that out.
But he found himself relaxing by the God of the Dead and wondered if he should've been a Son of Hades while in school instead. "Not sensitive enough," A part of him whispered, and he shrugged, his dog form uninterested for now. For now, all he cared about was staying far away from the festivities and the world of the living for as long as possible.
[ still not totally happy with the starter, but there it is~ and Keziah's starter was a total indulgence on my part xD
totally not procrastinating my essay due Monday ]
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