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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 12:17:52 GMT -5
(Yes I completely approve of this idea)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 13:00:53 GMT -5
Suddenly the room was even more full of people, which honestly at this point Laurie was wondering if it was ever going to end, and everyone was even more confused than before.
There was some guy who was covered in blood, and Laurie had no idea whether he needed to be concerned about. Although he supposed of all the things that were concerning about the whole situation, the blood thing probably wasnβt the one he should be focusing on.
The shouting at someone to get out of his head was also a little concerning but Laurie had already heard whet was evidently the voice of Dionysus so none of this was new to him.
βAchilles, okay,β Chiara piped up in response to the comment about Achilles not being a god βso itβs like gods and heroes. Or mythological figures.β
Lucien rolled his eyes, clearly in disagreement, but he didnβt speak up about it. He must have decided it wasnβt worth it. Now that Laurie looked at him properly, he seemed a little bruised up too. Had he been in a fight? It seemed like he had, but clearly not one as bad as River.
When the redheaded male mentioned that his guide was Apollo, Laurie aborted.
βA little cliche, wouldnβt you say?β Laurie commented βyouβre covered in blood.β
βYou can talk,β Lucien spoke up βYou showed up drunk, not exactly original.β
βAnd you got chosen by sunshine and poetry guy,β Laurie shot back
Lucien looked at Laurie and paused for a moment, before seeming to mutter something under his breath. It was along the lines of βIβm not saying that, Iβm not about to piss off the guy whoβs covered in blood,β followed by a light sigh and a βfineβ
βHe told me to say that I got chosen by the beat-Ares-at-wrestling guy,β Lucien replied
It sounded like Apollo had never let Ares forget that one.
Thankfully, Dillon chose that moment to jump in and change the subject
βOkay so those who havenβt said their guides, who chose you?β Dillon questioned βmight as well know.β
It was then that Laurie noticed, somehow for the first time despite having heard Dillon speak before, that he had a British accent. Interesting.
βHeimdallr,β Chiara responded
βHermes,β Lane chimed in
It was at that moment that the room grew even more full, and suddenly Laurie found and young dark-haired man grabbing onto his leg. The Frenchman raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the other male.
βPardon, but if youβd kindly release my leg Iβd appreciate it,β Laurie replied βOr at least buy me dinner first, Iβm classy.β
But he did seem genuinely concerned for the obviously terrified boy, and offered him a hand.
βHey, you okay?β he asked
(I would like to formally apologise to Lucien for probably getting his ass beat for pissing off Ares)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 13:04:39 GMT -5
(First death of the rp; Lucien dies three pages in for angering Ares and immediately getting beat down by River
EDIT: Okay I edited to actually have Laurie check Pascal is okay I forgot to do that)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 13:12:33 GMT -5
Luka Ravana || Echo Deirdre || Lorenzo Alexander || Clementine Lester || Guinevere Sharpe
Luka seemed to smirk now, none of these people knew her, and for some reason, that made her feel better. That reason was mostly that it was a new canvas. Plus, she figured it out, because she's a bloody genius.
Cursed boy with the white hair grinned then, "Yep!" he said, popping the 'P', "Helios was like, cool y'know? Told me all about this place and about himself."
"And you believed him?" The one called Clementine commented, brushing off their pants as they aimed a glare at Theodore, "I'd say you all sounded like lunatics, but nooo, That's too judgmental!"
"You're right. That's mean and rude. They're telling the truth, you know?" A voice tittered into their ear, much to their chagrin, so they simply growled at the closest person to them, which happened to be Echo, cuddling against the wall. The poor redhead simply squeaked and ducked closer to then drunken Laurie, eyes wide and panicked.
Guinevere herself stuck by Griffin, glancing over the room, and just giving a long, tired sigh, "I need coffee."
Luka growled then, as River refused to give his name, and the new girl came in, complaining. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything," she commented, with as much of a calm, silent fire as she could, "But I give exactly two bloody shits about how pissy you all are. So cut the bloody crap, it's not our fault you trusted a blasted stranger and let them kidnap you. Some of us don't want to hear your yabbering." She then smirked, hearing an affirmative voice in her ear, "But yeah, our current bloody explanation is we were kidnapped by some bloody deities or we're hella stoned."
Clementine angled a glare at the girl, snorting at her comment, "That's a stupid explanation - Ma'at shut up, I can call it stupid -" They sighed then, falling silent and crossing their arms, staring at Luka, then Laurie, then at River, and then at Theodore and that new girl. Their arms fell to their side then, "Well go on then, Champion of Loki, if you're so sure, explain."
"You going to let them push you around like that?" Loki questioned, she could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Say it with me now, Luka, Pantheon."
"I'd love to enlighten you, but that's not my blasted job, now is it?" She then sighed, Loki kept repeating the stupid word, so she finally complied, "If it gets you to shut your bloody mouth than fine! Pantheon."
The words seemed to be a trigger, above the heads of the mortals, holograms flared to life, multiple forms taking place. Heimdallr, Thoth, and Athena, it seemed.
"Welcome champions!" They began, before trading off comments about the Pantheon. About how each of them were meant to embody their gods, and were meant to grow as they did so. They talked about the mansions and reality and time, and Heimdallr covered the bits about perception and reality. It was becoming an overly long orientation at that, and continued to occur for many minutes.
"Are they aware that this doesn't explain anything?" Clementine snapped, crossing their arms in annoyance.
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 13:49:23 GMT -5
(I approve of the chaotic idea xD)
(And rip Theo, he just arrives and the other guys already dislike him XD)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 13:59:54 GMT -5
(Poor Theo, I love him.
Honestly I love everyoneβs characters.)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 14:00:38 GMT -5
Eastbourne, England
Dillon had to admit he really wasnβt a fan of weddings. They were long, boring and he didnβt really believe in weddings. How often was it they ended in divorce again? Far too often, anyway.
His parents had divorced, and right now he lived with his abusive father. His mother was living with some photographer in London and was already pregnant with Dillonβs half-sister. They were getting married in a few months too.
But his cousin was getting married, so he had to go through the whole ordeal. He hated wearing suits, pretending he was straight in front of his homophobic great-aunt who would probably have a heart attack if she found out he was gay. That sucked and of course he hated it. He was struggling to remember the name of the girl heβd invented and was pretending to be dating.
Heβd managed to sit through the ceremony without event, and had finally gotten to the part that redeemed this whole wedding thing; the buffet. Heβd been able to excuse himself from his conversation with Great Aunt Ada, grab himself a paper plate and make a beeline for the food. Hopefully while he was gone sheβd start talking to someone else and Dillon could be free for the rest of the reception.
The boy was currently at the buffet table piling some food on a plate, happy to finally eat after not getting breakfast that morning.
βA beautiful wedding, isnβt it?β
Dillon looked to see where the feminine voice had come from only to notice a woman beside him in the buffet line. She was tall and slender, with olive skin and golden brown hair. He couldnβt tell her she, she seemed neither old nor young, and her eyes glittered. She was wearing a well-fitting blue dress, with a lapis lazuli necklace and matching earrings. But what was most intriguing was the peacock-feather hair clip in her elegant updo.
βSure,β Dillon agreed βif you believe in that kind of thing.β
βYou donβt?β asked the woman in surprise
βNot really,β the boy shrugged βbesides, a wedding doesnβt have to be expensive like this.β
The woman looked at him in an appraising way, lifting her hand to her chin and tapping her cheek with her finger, her head slightly tilted.
While he waited for her to reply, Dillon reached out to grab some food from the table. As he did, the sleeve of his suit lifted, revealing for a moment a bruise on his arm caused by his father. He could swear the womanβs eyes flicked towards it, and for a moment her mouth seemed to dip into a frown before her expression quickly smoothed again.
He could swear he heard her mutter something along the lines of βhe could work.β
But before he could even register that, or be sure sheβd even said it, sheβd moved on and was speaking again.
βWhatβs your name?β she asked finally βMine is Hera.β
βHera, like the goddess?β Dillon questioned βthatβs an unusual name. Iβm Dillon Fillery, Iβm the cousin of the bride.β
βHera exactly like the goddess,β the woman smiled βitβs nice to meet you, Dillon.β
She reached out to shake his hand, which Dillon thought was weird but this woman was obviously eccentric, she was named Hera and had peacock feathers in her hair. So he reached out to shake her hand with his free hand.
Suddenly, his entire surroundings vanished, and he was falling into nothing, endlessly. He could see nothing and hear nothing for a few moments, before a voice finally began ringing into the darkness.
βI, Hera, mother of the gods and the goddess of marriage, children, childbirth and the family, have chosen Dillon Fillery as my champion. I will impart onto him some portion of my power and will guide him in his use of these abilities and in his development as champion until such point as I am no longer needed. By the will of the gods, let it be soβ
βGoddess of marriage, childbirth, and the family?β Dillon asked βIβm a guy, and gay, and I donβt have a boyfriend.β
βThereβs gay marriage too,β Heraβs voice replied defensively βand weβll work on the boyfriend thing.β
With that, the falling stopped, and Dillon found himself landing on a comfortable couch.
(This is Dillonβs introduction. Okay so it looks like Dillon is no longer in a beanie but in fact is on a suit. Also here is Heraβs peacock feather thing.)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 14:59:28 GMT -5
Denver, Colorado
Lane Sherwin loved to run; it was the only time she ever felt comfortable. Her mind was always racing, her body always buzzing with energy, anxious or otherwise. Running calmed her down, the steady rhythm of her feet hitting the ground of her breathing or her pounding heart. Running, she had learned, was all about rhythm. She would have liked to have made a career of it but she wasnβt sure that was possible anymore.
She was out on one of her favourite running trails; sheβd been running it for a little while now and had since figured out the best time to run when the trail wouldnβt be too busy. It was just like any other day; she had her earphones in, her running gear on, and was focused on her run. The steady slap of her feet on the ground almost matched the best of the music to which she was listening.
Lane hadnβt been born in Denver. The nineteen-year-old was a runaway, in fact, but so far she was doing okay. Had a job as a waitress and another as a cashier at a 24-hour supermarket, making enough money to pay off the rent on her little apartment and put food on the table.
Her reasons for running away? Something Lane didnβt talk about, and honestly tried not to think about on a day-to-day basis. She could put that life behind her now, or at least hopefully.
By this point she had reached a point on her run where she had to cross a road. Normally this time of day it wasnβt too busy, and it was normally pretty quiet in this part of Denver anyway, so Lane started to jog across the road. She couldnβt see any cars at this point, nor could she hear anything coming. Sheβd even taken her headphones out so she could hear properly.
But suddenly a speeding car came screeching round the corner, heading straight for Lane. She barely had time to register what was happening, never mind react, before she was pulled out of the way of the vehicle.
Panting and still in panic, she turned to see who it was that had saved her life. It was a young man who seemed only a few years older than her, with curly golden blonde hair hidden under a cap and green-blue eyes.
βT-thank you,β she stuttered, breathlessly, her body still icy cold from the wave of fear that had filled her.
βYou really should be more careful,β the man said βare you okay?β
βIβm fine, thank you, just shaken,β Lane panted
βWhatβs your name?β the boy asked
βLane,β the girl replied βLane Sherwin.β
βOkay, Lane, well do you want me to take you home?β he offered βI can walk you.β
Lane didnβt know what else to do apart from nod in response to the kind offer. Once sheβd agreed, the boy smiled and they headed off, the two of them walking side by side.
βSo, do you have a death wish or something?β the young man asked after a moment of silence βdonβt you have family at home whoβd miss you?β
βUh, not exactly,β Lane replied
She would never have said something like that before, Lane would usually have given some vague and noncommittal response. But at this point she was so shaken she wasnβt thinking about that.
The boy nodded thoughtfully and they walked in silence for a moment before he suddenly veered off down a quiet side road. Lane followed a little uncertainly, but at this point she trusted the guy. If he was dangerous he probably wouldnβt have saved her life.
βUh... this isnβt the way to my apartment,β she said
βI know,β the boy replied βI just didnβt want anyone to see this.β
βWhat?β
Lane was admittedly a little scared now because nobody said something like that if they werenβt dangerous. But her mind was still fuzzy, and she had no idea what to do. She couldnβt make her body respond. Her muscles tended, though, as if to run away. The boy seemed to note this with some amusement.
βGetting ready to run, huh?β he asked βI get the sense that youβre the kind of person who runs from their problems a lot. Well, the problem is that youβve finally met something you canβt outrun.β
βOkay, youβre sounding pretty creepy right now and I donβt appreciate it. Do you want to explain yourself?β Lane asked βbecause I still have enough energy to kick your ass if I have to.β
βOh, I donβt think you do,β the young man smiled βyou see, my name is Hermes. The messenger of the gods. Unfortunately for you, Iβm also the one who guides souls to the underworld. But I just saved your life, which is pretty likely to piss off my uncle Hades, who doesnβt like souls being taken from him. Without my divine intervention, you would have died. Which means you being alive puts both of us on Hadesβ vengeance list. So you see, my issue is I canβt just let you go after this. Fortunately for you, I also need a champion, which would offer you my protection and keep you safe from Hades. Itβs a win-win for the both of us, so what do you say? All you have to do is shake my hand.β
He stretched out his hand for Lane take, but the girl just shook her head and took a step back.
βYouβre crazy,β she said, fear creeping into his voice.
Hermes just rolled his eyes with a comment of βWhy are humans so damn stupid?β
Suddenly, he stepped forward to grab Laneβs hand, his movements far too rapid to be natural. He shook her hand, and a smile spread across his face.
βOh, I forgot the fine print,β he said βitβs very dangerous and youβll probably die. Good luck.β
Before Lane could call him every insult she could think of, the world around her was suddenly spinning, disorienting the girl as flashing colours whirled around her and a familiar voice rang in the air.
βI, Hermes, messenger of the gods, divine trickster, and deliverer of souls to Hades, have chosen Lane Sherwin as my champion. I hereby give her some portion of my power, and will offer her my guidance and protection in her use of those powers until such long as I am no longer needed or I get bored. By my divine authority, let it be so.β
With those words the spinning stopped, and Lane landed gracefully, as if the whole thing was natural to her, in an unfamiliar room.
(Okay hereβs a short Lane intro) |
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 15:49:26 GMT -5
The dark-haired manβs heart was still racing, gripping the personβs leg tightly as if he were expecting the ground underneath him to suddenly try to swallow him again. He had spent the last few weeks pondering a similar outcome. Death had been following him his whole life, but seeing him pounding at his apartment door that day wasnβt something he could predict.
He finally looked up at Laurie, giving him a look of genuine confusion at his. What did this have to do with dinner? Why was this something he was asking about?
Clearly, he couldnβt understand that it was a joke in that instance.
The man took notice of the hand, before looking back at the leg he was gripping for dear life. Why was he grabbing the leg of someone he just met. Slowly, he unclasped his hand and shakely stood up, not taking the manβs hand simply because he thought it would be even more awkward than it was.
He could briefly hear people introducing themselves and talking about gods. They seemed to be on the same page but there were too many people. Way too many for him.
Theyβre here for the same reason you are, Pascal. I hope you learn to understand that. Youβre my champion after all. A monotone voice explained in his own head. The same voice of death.
βIβve gone madβ Pascal muttered under his breath. The weeks of solitude must have done something. Everything around him was becoming too overwhelming: the people, the strange situation, the god of death dragging him from his home. He had but one thought. βI have to leaveβ he muttered, putting his arms over his ears as he quickly ran off down one of the hallways, trying his best to ignore the voice in his head that was telling him to stop. Too many people, he needed space and he needed to leave.
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Irene glanced over at the girl who seemed to be directing a statement at her. She fumed. βOh Iβm sorry, missy, that I didnβt expect Zeus to be working part time as a f*cking police officer! I donβt need your attitude right now.β Her fists were clenched with rage, but her attention was soon directed to the 3 holograms that had appeared.
The man she landed on, Theo, seemed to be taking this information with relative grace. In fact, he seemed to be prideful to have been chosen for whatever this situation was. How irritating.
Irene didnβt pay much attention to the hologramsβ explanation. Rather, she chose to take some spare change out of Theoβs pocket and started flinging them at the figures. She noticed someone across the room seemed to be having a panic about being blinded. Her teeth grinded as she looked back at the holograms. βSomeone was blinded here! What are they even thinking!? Hey gods, why donβt you stop being vague and explain why you had drag us out here in the first place?! Pick people who actually care!β
She would have said more, but she felt it wouldn't change much. Especially since Zeus seemed to think her questions were amusing.
(Irene the irate, and Pascal is questioning his own sanity. Theo be vibing)
(Rip River
(Also had Pascal run off since I felt it would be in character for him and to make keeping track of characters a bit easier)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 16:15:40 GMT -5
(I love all these kids x Iβll work on a reply soon)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 16:31:38 GMT -5
Beau Vallon, Seychelles
Guinevere Sharpe was always dressed sharply, as her name would ironically imply. Always in a blouse, and always in clean blue jeans, it seemed. Sometimes sun dresses. Sometimes rompers.
Her face was symmetrical, eyes with a narrowed tilt, absolutely stunning features.
One issue, or at least her parents and some investors saw it as one, was her patchy skin. Dark, like her parents, yet white patches marred it as well. Vitiligo was the condition, and her parents, being racist to a degree, at least against Europeans, decided that any speck of white should always be covered.
So, Guinevere Sharpe constantly wore makeup, it made her skin soft, but bothered her to no end. She was out of the rich mansion she grew up in, with absent parents and people constantly greeting or fawning over her skin condition. It felt like no one ever paid attention to her for who she was. Not that she minded. People were a nuisance most of the time, company of course, was nice, but only when willingly involved.
She was a photo-grapher in training, though right now she was at a modeling agency, being the local busboy. Picking up treats and coffee for the real interns and models. Background, per usual. She came there with the intent on being an intern, job shadowing and such. But they rubbed her off on stupid duties, getting lunch, getting their coffee. Excused it with earning her keep.
It annoyed her to no end, as she watched the pale and dark models alike, bustling about in barely any clothing at all, just meant to be luster and not much else. They thought they were all that, because their skin had no blemishes and they could land a job anywhere just for being pretty. Nothing unique to the lot of them, she sourly had thought. Probably an unfair assumption, if she were honest with herself.
But she wasnβt, simply turning the corner and walking into an office. There was a woman inside, a pale blonde, absolutely stunning features, and enticing eyes that would draw anyone in. She looked, in all categories, perfect. She had stylish glasses on, and her hair fell in tiny whisps over her face. She barely had any makeup on at all, and was still by far the prettiest woman Guinevere had seen in the building.
βNone of these girls will do,β the woman was talking to herself, not seeming to notice that Guinevere had gravitated closer. βThey just wonβt make the cut. Sure, theyβre pretty, but theyβre boring and-β
βMadame?β Guinevere commented, feeling as if she shouldnβt hear whatever the woman was about to say. Eavesdropping and all that.
βOut, out, you!β The woman snapped, not even peering up from her papers, just talking as she read, βIβm in the middle of work here, I donβt have time for fawning ducks!β
Guinevere kept a straight face, already slightly annoyed, but snapping at a superior just wouldnβt do, so she breathed in deep, and exhaled, βI came here with your coffee, Madame.β
βI didnβt order coffee!β The woman replied, still engrossed by her papers, βI would never sink so low to indulge in mortal delights.β She grumbled. The words confused Guinevere a bit, but something else aggravated her more.
βWell, I was told to bring it to your office, Madame-β she had to check the womanβs tag, which read her name, βAphroditeβ Her tone was snippy, agitated as could be.
βYoung lady, I will not accept that tone of-β She finally looked at Guinevere, which was at least an improvement, and her words died in her throat, much to the tall girlβs surprise.
Aphrodite stood up, arms crossed as she pondered over to Guinevere, somehow the woman had a few inches of Guinevere, despite the girlβs tallness. Her hand roughly grabbed Guinevereβs chin, much to her chagrin, and moved her face side to side, inspecting it closely.
βYour makeup is absolutely horrendous,β was what the woman said, and it hurt Guinevere more than she would like to admit.
Sometimes people who had never seen someone with vitiligo would assume the white patches of skin were makeup, but the idea that this intimidating model agent, maybe model herself, had thought that it was horrendous kind of stung.
She then saw the woman turn, grabbing some makeup remover off her desk, and felt the woman began to rub at Guinevereβs face with it. Rough, but with an undertone of kindness, it seemed. Guinevere herself was stunned for a moment, as she watched the tall woman working astutely.
βThey donβt come off,β Guinevere supplied, though the womanβs face contorted into annoyance. Like she already knew that fact, and didnβt know what Guinevere was so snippy.
Aphrodite rolled her eyes, pulling away the small tissue, which was caked in foundation, and Guinevereβs eyes widened in realization as the taller woman uttered, βThatβs much better now, dear, I donβt understand why you would want to hide such beauty from the world.β
Guinevere herself sputtered for a reply, though Aphrodite was pushing her towards a mirror in the room. Then Aphrodite went to work on Guinevereβs hair, braiding itβs some, as she hummed.
βExcuse me, but um, Iβm just a busboy, Iβm not one of les Belles, if you get what I mean.β Guinevere put in, feeling for once like she wasnβt in control of the situation completely.
βYou seem just as pretty to me as they are,β Aphrodite commented, and Guinevere had to admit, the affection from the woman almost felt like what a mother should have been. It was comforting, but bittersweet.
βNo, Iβm not like them, Iβm different, and that means Iβm wrong.β Guinevere huffed stubbornly in reply.
Aphroditeβs ministrations paused, hand taking a rough hold on Guinevereβs shoulder, before turning the girl to look her in the eyes, βYour differences are precisely what makes you beautiful. As is your confidence, when you had it.β She then smirked, and damnit, How was everything the older woman did so perfect and pristine and elegant? It kind of pissed Guinevere off. βThough, you could stand to lose a few pounds.β
βRude.β
βYouβre not who I was intending, but no oneβs going to miss a busboy, how do you feel about becoming my personal...hmm champion?β Aphrodite questioned, and Guinevere had no idea why she used the word champion, but this model lady was offering her a job, and Guinevere would take what she could get.
βHell yeah! When do we begin?β She excitably replied, though Aphroditeβs grin was becoming unnerving.
βNow.β Was all Aphrodite said, as she turned Guinevere back around, and continued working on the girlβs hair, βI, Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, the fairest maiden in all of pantheons, no mater what that golden apple suggested, select this fixer-upper, Guinevere...whatβs your last name dear?β
Oh yeah, Guinevereβs nametag was just as basic as her job, only with her first name, she helpfully supplied βSharpe,β more or less ignoring most of the words as she admired the paleness one her patches of skin, now with makeup removed.
βGuinevere Sharpe as my Champion. I will guide her as one of my children, and in return, she will try and fail to become as great as me as she gains some of my abilities.β She finished then, movements stopped.
Guinevere looked at the mirror, and noticed that the womanβs eyes seemed golden, rather than the amber they were before. βFind yourself a big guy, or girl, Iβm not judgey.β
Guinevere was confused as Aphrodite pushed her forward, and as she actually fell into The mirror. The feeling off falling ended when she landed at the feet of a tall man, with the words echoing in her ears.
βHe would do.β
(Aphrodite over here trying to get Guinevere with people be yeeting her at them.)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 16:51:32 GMT -5
( Nariku The Avaricious - want me to send Dillon after Pascal? Iβm happy to) |
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 16:54:48 GMT -5
(If you would like to, that would be fine by me lol)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 16:58:41 GMT -5
(I feel bad just leaving him but would it be easier for you to keep track of your characters if he wasnβt being interacted with at the moment?)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 17:02:57 GMT -5
(Its usually easier for me to keep track of my characters when they're not in the same room. It's up to you though ^^)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 17:06:15 GMT -5
(I think I will because I want to protect Pascal so bad and he needs a friend right now)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 24, 2020 17:09:05 GMT -5
(Yes, absolutely, Pascal needs friends)
(Also I just thought of this funny thing
Someone: I have super strength
Someone: I can run fast
Someone: I can control water
Pascal: There's a ghost over there asking for Cheez Wiz)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 17:13:08 GMT -5
(Hahahaha oh my god XD Yes I love Pascal)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 17:16:38 GMT -5
(I love Pascal so much. I just...I want to protect him XD.)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 24, 2020 17:18:48 GMT -5
All of a sudden there was a hell of a lot going on. The guy whoβd grabbed Laurieβs leg seemed to be having some kind of panic attack, saying heβd gone crazy. Laurie was just about to quote Alice in Wonderland and say they were all mad, but he didnβt have time because the boy ran off down the corridors.
βShould I go after him?β Laurie asked, his accent all the thicker with his drunkenness
βSomeone should go after him,β Dillon said βbut, no offence, I think that someone should be sober. Iβve got this.β
With those words, the brunet disappeared out of the room to follow the boy.
With that, Laurie turned his attention to what was happening in the room. River had, predictably, gotten a little aggressive at Lucienβs comment. What hadnβt been so easily predicted was Lucienβs response in return
βTry me, asshole. Weβll see how much of your brains havenβt turned to mush in your little fightsβ
Thankfully, the situation was quickly defused by the extremely tall girl who called herself Ariella. A girl whose strength in itself was kind of frightening, she picked up River like it was nothing.
In response to Lukaβs comment about being stoned though, Laurie raised his hand.
βYeah, um, excusez-moi, but actually Iβm pretty sure Iβm at least a little stoned. Like a little bit. But if thatβs what this is then I want more of whatever I took.β
Then there was the whole βPantheonβ thing, and three gods Laurie didnβt recognise showed up. They identified themselves, however, as Thoth, Athena and Heimdallr. Clementineβs words about it not telling them anything promotes Chiara to speak.
Yeah, Heimdallrβs like that, he talks for like ten minutes without actually saying anything and I know that because heβs doing that in my head right nowβ
And when Irene started shouting at the gods, the chaos seemed to rise to another level. A lot of arguing and general chaos had happened in the last five minutes.
βOkay, I donβt think thatβs going to help. The guides are being assholes but generally when gods do stuff like this they know exactly what theyβre doing, for better or worse. Plus I donβt know if you think you can intimidate them or whatever, but thatβs not how divine beings work,β Chiara continued before looking at the gods βbut for the record this is not cool and the blindness thing is double not cool. Canβt you help Jason?β
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Meanwhile, Dillon had headed out into the corridors to find the boy whoβd ran off. It didnβt take long, following the sounds of the boyβs footsteps, to find where heβd gotten to. Dillon didnβt get too close, not wanting to freak out this kid any further. He was obviously scared which, honestly, he should be. It was a wonder none of the others had freaked out like this.
Hey,β he greeted βare you okay? Thatβs a bit of a stupid bloody question, I know. Weβre all pretty scared right now. My nameβs Dillon.β
That was when he heard a voice speaking in his head. The voice of the woman from the wedding. The voice of Hera.
βI sense my brother around this boy,β she said, βHades can be a little... intense.β
Dillon cast his gaze over the boy before speaking again, a tentative smile on his face.
βWell, right now weβre thinking the gods and heroes are responsible for this. My... guide, she called herself, is Hera. Sheβs telling me that Hades is yours, that heβs intense. Which isnβt shocking to hear, I guess. But that must be scary.β
Hera knew her brother well, though, or at least that was the impression Dillon got. Perhaps she and the rest of Hadesβ five siblings could help if the god of the underworld got a little too much to handle.
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 18:04:40 GMT -5
Luka Ravana || Echo Deirdre || Lorenzo Alexander || Clementine Lester || Guinevere Sharpe
Lorenzo watched as Pascal ran off, and Dillon followed, his own eyes wide in concern, seeming to ignore the quarrels going about, "This is...really weird."
"Wanna get coffee?" Guinevere commented, boredly glancing at the fighting people, before her gaze returned to Griffin, "Cuz if I'm stuck here, I don't want to watch a bunch of lΓ’ches duke it out."
"Please-Please s-stop f-fighting." Echo popped in, as soft as a whisper, she was cowering now, shaking, as she glanced between the two of them in panic. She backed, until her back pressed against the wall, her eyes on River, eyes screwing shut then, "I-I'm sorry, I'll be quiet," she commented, like she expected him to hit her for speaking up.
Luka glanced at the girl in concern, though she rubbed her temple as Irene spoke up. Though she almost seemed amused, but too much was going on. They all sounded American, all the pissy ones. Bloody Americans couldn't let things go, could they? Just had to bicker all the time and take everything to heart. Back in Australia, the word Bastard was used as a term for a friend. Bloody annoying, the whole lot. "I could eat a bloody bowl of alphabet soup and still shit out a better conversation," she commented shamelessly, getting used to this whole speaking her mind business, "Are all you bloody Americans delinquents? You, lass, had a run in with a cop?" she was glancing at Irene, whom she assumed was American, either way, she was bloody too touchy in Luka's opinion, which had the opportunity to be fun. "And you two look like you just got your bloody asses handed to you. I don't think either of you could even take an ankle-biter right now."
She just bore an expressionless face for a moment, Laurie's comment about being stoned somehow didn't surprise her, especially with Irene yelling at the gods, "Loki, I think we're doomed."
"That's more like it!" He commented, before laughing, "We might be gods, but we can't live your lives for you. More fun this way."
She didn't reply much, other than sighing, "Bloody great. So we're stuck with voices in our head, and somehow that was supposed to be a good idea."
"You're such a weird kid," Luka bristled as Clementine addressed her, "But what the hell? Ma'at keeps insisting that you and Chiara are right. Says that they had to learn through mistakes, that we have to as well. Doesn't mean I like any of you assholes."
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 24, 2020 20:39:51 GMT -5
Chicago, Illinois
The gunshot was loud, causing the young girl to curl more into herself, eyes screwing shut at the sound, her hands rising to cover her ears, as she shook. She cracked an eye open, out of her hiding spot, seeing as another body fell.
She choked back a sob, feeling the tears pour down her cheeks, thicker, as she covered her mouth with her hand in a pathetic attempt to keep more cries from escaping.
Through the bars of the water drain she hid in, she could see the violence. Children, with different colored bandannas and adults mixed in. Chicago was known for gang wars. It turned out that sides had to clash, as one gang invaded into another's territory.
Another shot, missing the target, and lodging itself at the storm drain she took shelter in, sinking into the concrete just inches from her face.
She held her breath, trying to push herself back, more into the shadows, away from the light that was visible. It was night, of course, it would take longer to notice at night, more of a chance to settle the score.
Echo never really wanted to be in a gang, but she lived in their territory, and they tended to let her do whatever she pleased. After her parents went missing months...months and months back, what was it now, 2 years, 5 months, and 7 days? And they never returned, she had to assume that they're, well, their affairs caught up to them. They weren't quite innocent, but they did what they had to do.
She knew they were dead, they would have come back if they were alive. The wounds left, for the most part, long ago. The gang, seeing as they owed her parents, raised her a bit. Not well, at that, often brutal, and mean, and cruel. But she had food at least once a day and often more, and had a few blankets she could use to sleep on in the basements. Or she could go to her empty home, and sleep on her parents bed to remind herself of them. That was more painful, though.
Tears kept falling, as one of the rival gang members locked eyes on that storm shutter. It wasn't immediately fear for herself, but more for the children who were further back, back in the basement. If they found her, they found those kids, and then it was done for.
Unless she got out and faced them. It seemed like her only option at this point.
"Whose there?" The boy snarled, skin pale, red bandanna on his arm, with the symbol of his gang. He aimed the gun in her direction.
She froze, breath halting, before she moved herself forward, placing her fingers through the grate, and gently pushing it out, watching him in fear the whole way. He didn't waver the gun, eyes narrowed, "How many are inside?"
She floundered for a reply, backing up, "None!" her voice was defensive, stance protective, but scared.
"Liar!" He screamed, gunshot fired at the ground, right by her foot, sending her to cower back slightly, tears alright coming to her eyes again. There was a dead body, right by her feet. "How many?"
"None that you'll find!" She commented back, because if she was dying, she wanted to die being brave for once.
He grunted, "Fine, I'll find out myself," he commented, aiming the gun for her head. She closed her eyes, awaiting the end with tears freely falling.
Then she heart a clank, and spotted his body fall to the ground, unconscious, and spotted a woman, free of any gang-wear it seemed, with dark hair, slightly tanned skin, and eyes that seemed like storm clouds. Her eyes narrowed at the man, a dirty glare over her features as she dropped the book she knocked him out with on him.
"Let's get out of here, alright sweetie?" She cooed, coming forward, as Echo crumpled from relief and shock, and picking up the teen with ease. She ran forward, through the darkness of the night, carrying the broken child.
"W-What a-a-about th-the o-" She couldn't talk beyond her panic, tears coming quicker now, "The kids?" she finally ground out, glancing up in her panic.
The woman sighed, hugging Echo to her, like Echo was just a baby, "They're safe, I led them to the authorities. They're free now. You're free," she cooed.
Echo nodded, limply, too scared and obviously panicking to respond in words.
"My name's Nephthys, I don't have long or much energy left," she commented, and Echo was terrified that she would see another person die.
Then gravity changed, wind feeling more rushed, and Echo opened her eyes and realized that they were long beyond the dangerous neighborhood, and indeed, they somehow had gotten up into the sky. Echo, having now opening her eyes, realized that there were wings on Nephthys back.
"What's your name?"
Echo couldn't answer, scared out of her mind because of the height, and terrified enough by the dark and everthing she experienced. Add in the shock as well. So she used sign language, hoping the woman would understand. Sometimes, when Echo got scared, she'd choose not to talk. For months at a time, sometimes.
Echo Deirdre.
The winged woman seemed to understand, nodding as she flew higher, and Echo dug her nails into the woman's arms, terrified. The tears seemed to be gone, however, and no one seemed to notice the woman flying, likely wouldn't notice such a thing. Not with as cloudy as it was.
"Echo Deirdre, what a pretty name," the woman commented, her wings flapping as she hummed softly, "I, Nephthys, the great guardian of the living and the dead, a goddess of the dark and of magic, transfer my powers to you, Echo Deirdre. You will be a child of the night, a guardian to the lost, a guardian angel. I will continue to guide you as you learn your powers. Let it be true, by the word of Nephthys."
Nephthys pressed a kiss to Echo's temple, like a mother would do to a child, and suddenly, she was gone, and Echo let off a cry as everything holding her body upright faded away. As the clouds and darkness spiraled into gold.
She was surprised to gracefully land on her feet, tittering between falling on fearful legs, a voice wavering between her ears.
"My child, I believe in you, all that's left is to believe in yourself."
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 25, 2020 13:03:19 GMT -5
River turned is rage infused gaze from Lucien to the Australian girl. He let her speak her anger and scowled at her. When she finished he let a moment pass before saying anything. "What in the hell did you even say? I know that was English but it didn't even sound like an actual sentence. You wanna try again? I'll give you another chance." A smug grin irritated the wound on his lip but he held on to the smile in defiance.
Griffin was mildly watching everything around him. And when the pretty girl next to him asked if he wanted to get coffee he nodded. "I don't know what that word means but sure."
Naida was still holding onto Jason as he stood there trembling and whimpering. A tear rolled down his face as he complained about his vision. Only when a voice spoke up in his head did he pull away from Naida and wipe at his eyes.
"Jason, I'm sorry I didn't know this would happen."
"Thoth?" Jason asked, his voice cracking. He didn't enjoy how his voice hitched in such a way but there wasn't much he could do about how he was feeling.
"The blindness should be temporary. I'm honestly not sure what caused it and if it will happen again. But, I'm here with you. We'll figure it out together," The Egyptian god soothed. He sounded worried and regretful. He didn't mean to do this on purpose it was just an accident.
"But-I-" Jason stammered looking around at nothing. He felt Naida pull away from him and he let her. He took a deep breath and sorted through everything that was happening. Both around him and within him. "Ok. I'm choosing to trust you" He finally decided, and in response, he heard a quiet 'Thank you' from Thoth.
Naida on the other hand, having moved away from Jason as he spoke with his patron, was now stepping into the center of the room. Watched as the other people in the room bickered about nothing in particular. "Ok I've had enough of this..." She muttered angrily as she raised her hand. She didn't notice how the water covering her body lifted and dropped off of her in tiny droplets to the floor. "EVERYONE BE QUIET!" She screamed over the arguing voices. Her arm swung in a wide arc and the water that had piled onto the floor lashed out with her. A thin whip-like stream of water snapped through the air before dropping and landing back on the floor. Naida pulled her arm into herself when that had happened. She clearly didn't expect that to happen. But she continued on in her anger anyway looking up at all of them. "We're all freaking out. Fine. That's valid. But, we don't need to fight amongst ourselves because of it. All of us were taken here against out will and chosen by some divine being. How else do you explain what I'm doing? Or how Armani over there his holding up Ares boy?"
"It's Ariella actu-"
"Ares boy?"
"Did I say either of you could speak yet?" She snapped turning her own rage on River and Ariella. River shut his mouth immediately and Ariella raised her other hand to show she was backing off. So Naida continued. "My point is we should do something constructive to figure things out. Take care of the people that are absolutely not ok and take a look around this place to see if we can find anything helpful. Because what we're doing right now is useless. Use your heads."
With a frustrated huff of breath, Naida shook her head and started going back towards Jason to check in on him. But as she went she muttered something under her breath along the lines of 'I'm not going to drown them, RΓ‘n...'
"I like her" Ariella finally decided, smiling.
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 25, 2020 13:52:51 GMT -5
(@/everyone: Iβm going to go ahead and get started on this process. Every character gets to nominate one possible character for a leadership position. If you could pm me their nominations with just a short reason, that would be great. I want to do this anonymously to prevent from bias but also because itβll probably be more fun for people when the nomination list comes up? It can be any character, but it should be onna basis of your characters preferences. It can be your own characters too, but donβt do it just with the intent of wanting your character as a leader.
Like I said, just pm me, and Iβll put it up on the nominations. After that, the same process will take place with voting.)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 25, 2020 16:17:24 GMT -5
(Alright, after I get in all the nominations Iβll post them, and then we can vote!)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 25, 2020 17:53:17 GMT -5
Pascal sat on his own at the end of a corridor, holding his hands over his ears as he stared at the other wall. He wasnβt sure where the exit was, or even if there was one, so he instead chose to sit in a quiet spot and just wait for his heart to stop beating. He didnβt handle noisy spaces well, which wasnβt helping his current predicament.
This isnβt something you can just run away from, The voice said. Hades was his name, lord of the dead.
βShut up. Shut up.β The black haired man muttered under his breath, staring daggers at the wall as if he expected it to suddenly start moving. Eventually, he noticed he wasnβt alone.
Glancing up and to the side, he saw one of the people that were in the room. He couldnβt exactly remember his name, so he was rather grateful that he introduced himself.
Pascal wasnβt entirely how he wanted to answer the other boyβs question, especially since this was their first time meeting. Though, considering they all seemed to be in the same situation, they had at least something in common.
βIβm... processing. Yeah, thatβs the wordβ Pascal replied, lowering his gaze slightly. βIβm not sure I enjoy having death talking in my head, if you know what Iβm saying.β He wasnβt great at conversations, but he tried to at least express what he was thinking. Even if it was a bit strange.
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Irene was just about ready to launch herself at the girl, Luka, if she remembered correctly. βWhoβre you calling a delinquent?β She grunted, getting ready to take a step forward when she was suddenly halted by one of the other kids breaking up the noise with a loud clap of water.
Okay, yeah, she wasnβt going to mess with that girl, especially not after seeing that. Plus, she did raise a valid argument. They were all in the same situation, whether she liked it or not. It was probably best for everyone to not try to kill each other on their first day.
βI absolutely agree with that ideaβ Theo chimed in, nodding his head as he listened to her explanation βI for one would not like for there to be a brawl in my general vicinity.β
(Pascal is precious lol)
(Lol Theo seems like the type of person to vote for himself XD)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 25, 2020 18:07:26 GMT -5
(Okay so... itβs midnight for me and Iβm on my mobile
So Iβll probably get a reply up first thing in the morning???)
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Post by πππππ π¨ on May 25, 2020 18:07:48 GMT -5
( Nariku The Avaricious: You can just post your nominations on here if you want(not a big deal, everyone else has already sent theirs to me already, so itβs not like itβll be biased). Essentially each of your characters picks another character they like(or honestly, how funny would it be if they did pick themselves, honestly Theo would wouldnβt he?). Itβs one nomination for each, and then you yourself can pick a wild card, someone you would like to see as leader that youβre characters might not know very well yet.) Or, if you wanna be jazzy, you can pm them. Iβm not picky :3.) |
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 25, 2020 18:13:31 GMT -5
(Alright, I'll send it over PM once I give it some thought, since I want it to make sense for the characters ^^)
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