Demigod RPG, Part 4
All you really need to know is that it’s not about Percy Jackson and that it’s continued from Part 3.
Date: September 2, 2010
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
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All you really need to know is that it’s not about Percy Jackson and that it’s continued from Part 3.
Date: September 2, 2010
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
TERRANCE COUSLAND
Breaking a second window, I climbed up on top of the bus in order to get a sense of my surroundings. The current had pushed us farther down the hill, and, though I had little knowledge of our position relative to the creek, I was happy that there were no bunyips nearby.
With an awkward lurch, a sideways swell hit the bus changing its downstream course. I turned back to the unconscious ladies and rushed to the unknown girl’s side as she nearly tumbled from her leather seat. Suddenly the bus stopped. Our floating wreckage had banked on the side of the muddy hill in an agglomeration of branches and muck. I took the opportunity to unload the bus and lay the girls down beneath one of the trees out of the way of the incessant mud slide. Scanning the former summit, I searched the sky and surrounding forest for any sign of help, but was at a loss. I went picking through the drift wood instead, more out of curiosity than an actual purpose. A mangled cabin chair lay toward the top of the pile, and I found what had to be the remains of a soggy mattress. Pulling the broken vestiges of our former camping site aside, I nearly missed the pitiful cry for help. A pale finger pawed at my soggy sneakers, and I rushed to pull aside the colossal debris.
Ako’s face was a bludgeoned mess. The left side of his head had ballooned in a cluster of bruising and blood, and his arm hung limply at his side. I exhumed Ako up to his torso, but stopped at his waist; the lower half of his body gushing out watery blood into his muddy prison. His good eye focused on me.
“Help me,†Ako choked.
“Ako, you have to stop this,†I insisted, “The mudslide, the bunyips, this has gone too far.â€
“I…can’t.â€
“Then they earned your soul. The Nether Gods don’t care about you. The assembly, the council, whatever idiotically cliché name you people go by, they don’t care about you. You can save people.â€
Ako tensed and with a shaking hand reached up to his mud covered face. The mud seemed to pulse and in a hiss of steam all that was left was dirt and clay. Ako breathed.
“Come on,†I pushed, “this isn’t who you want to be.â€
“Don’t patronize me! I’m better than you,†Ako hissed. “You don’t even know how this is going to end.â€
“Try me,†I retorted.
Ako glared at me, and then his anger seemed to fade. His eyes almost misting with pleading tears.
“Get me out of here,†he begged.
“Then fix it.â€
Ako closed his eyes, and the hill gurgled weakly. A creeping sense of dryness seemed to pervade the base of the hill and move up. Clouds began to depart and return to their friendly whiteness. Ako coughed, “Give it an hour. I can’t do much about the bunyips but the majority of them will leave with the waning moisture.â€
“Thank you, Ako,†I whispered. “May you find Elysium.†With a swift stab, Ako died, and I buried him beneath the rubbish as the mud began to dry.
((New thread! Yay!))
Omorose and Erin stood in the middle of the crowd of people. Suddenly, the clouds began to life and cleared to a pristine white blanket across the atmosphere, as far as the eye could see. Dull light began to break through the clouds. The mud started to dry into brittle clumps on the grass.
“What’s happening?” Omorose asked quietly.
Erin looked out over the banks of dirt that engulfed the campsite. “It’s over.”
FELINA
And as the storm cleared, I fell.
As the light broke through; I woke.
“Agglpth!” I sputtered incomprehensibly, shifting into my cat form to survive the fall. And as I landed, I became human again; finally feeling better. But I overheard two words.
“It’s over.”
“What do we do then?” I retorted to the older boy.
Hyacith opened the door of her makeshift shelter. Sunshine was breaking through the clouds. A bunyip raced past, headed back into the cool and damp of the forest. She stepped outside, and saw a few campers just standing around.
“Damned if I know,” he replied.
“How are we going to get back?” Omorose wondered aloud. “I don’t see any teachers.”
‘I don’t think there are any;” I snarked. “If there were, wouldn’t they have helped us with the bunyips?”
“You would think, instead of running off like scared little children.” Omorose moped. “Ironic.”
Hyacinth walked to the group. “The only teacher I saw was Mr. Fenlauten…” she said. Then she remembered something. “Where’s Halena?”
Halena was safe, relatively. She was preforming burial rites for the dead. She had found a few coins in one of their pockets, and was placing them under their tongues. She murmured a prayer for each, then she was done.
“I’m not sure, I haven’t seen her,” Omorose replied, feeling worried. “There are so many people missing…”
She gazed out over the landscape. It was all brown, with tops of trees protruding from the ground below the hill. There was barely any signs of life besides the people around her. Far out in the distance, she thought she could make out the white pillars of the Antediluvian. But there was no way to tell for sure.
“Maybe we should start heading back towards where the buses were” she suggested. Although, it was useless. There was no way the buses would be in working condition now.
Kezo looked around. Everything seemed back to normal, at least the things and demigods who had survived. Most of the trees had been covered in mud, and he saw people, both dead and alive. The mudslide, along with the bunyips, had been too much for many people. Kezo knew that the numbers of those who would return would be far less than those on the bus that arrived here yesterday.
Now, he needed to get away- away from all this destruction and chaos. Kezo turned towards the direction he thought he’d come from and started toward it. There was no going back now.
Adonia:
I woke up gradually, and looked around. Where was I? A moment later I recognized the bus. Oh good, I was safe.
Safe. My eyes widened, and I was near panicking all of a sudden. Where had Alexandria gone? I was pulling her in, and without me there…
I sat up, and found myself looking at Alexandria, who was sitting in front of me. This was so unexpected that I stayed there, blinking, for a moment. Then I flung myself at her, threw my arms around her, and burst into tears.
“You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe…” I didn’t realize I was babbling.
She was looking around, curious. “How did we get here?”
The question confused me. How did we get here? Last I remembered, I was pulling her in and… “I think that boy must have carried us.”
“Boy? What boy?”
“I don’t know his name. He came into the cabin through the window a few minutes after you left, and I think he was helping me pull you in.”
“Oh. Thanks for the vine, by the way. I was getting a bit worried.”
I stared at her. She made it sound so simple, like I had strolled out to where she was leisurely floating in the mud, and given her a way to get to shore without worry. Didn’t she realize how much effort it had cost me, how terrified I’d been, how close I was sure she’d been to drowning?
But why would she? She ran out into the middle of the battle without a second thought. She was so brave. She didn’t worry about anything, didn’t worry about me, huddled in safety. She couldn’t know how much effort it took when you weren’t brave.
((PEOPLE, COME BACK!!))
All of a sudden, one of the teachers appeared from down the mountain, followed by another, and another. Mr. Fenlauten, Korlin and several others, although reduced by numbers, trudged towards the group of students.
“Thank goodness you’re all right,” Mr. Korlin said to them. “How many are missing?”
“A lot of us,” Omorose replied. “Most were lost in the mudslide.”
“The bunyips finished the rest,” added Erin begrudgingly.
“We’ll take numbers when we get back,” said Mr. Fenlauten impatiently. He tapped a small hoof. “Let’s get heading back towards the buses.”
The students were too tired to counter his statement. Slowly, the group started down the hill and began to make their way across the mud-covered landscape.
((PEOPLE, COME BACK!!))
((YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME!))
((I’M HERE I’M HERE!
Although I was the last one to have posted for a while, so…))
Alexandria:
I was somewhat surprised that Adonia had come and rescued me, but I didn’t say anything. After all, I wasn’t in that much danger, and I told her to stay where she was safe…
“So what’s happening now?” I asked.
“I’m not sure.” Adonia peeked through a window. “It looks like everyone’s coming here…”
“Great, let’s go meet them.”
She looked tired enough to sleep for an age, but she dragged herself to her feet and walked toward the door. I followed, surprised at how weak I felt, myself.
We reached the group shortly.
“What’s happening?” I asked Mr. Fenlauten, who was standing nearby.
“Go on to the buses with everybody else, children.”
“What about our stuff?” Adonia asked.
“Don’t bother me with foolish questions!” He trotted off.
“Don’t worry.” It was Dr. Korlin. “The Old Guy is bringing all your luggage to the buses even now. It’ll all be perfectly fine.”
Adonia nodded. We joined the crowd.
Kezo saw the group of kids a short way off and went to meet them. He noticed that several people were missing- the group was smaller, anyhow. Who had died by the bunyips? Who had been buried under the mudslide? But Kezo, though he should have been sad, was not. Nearly being killed can do that to a person, and now Kezo was only concerned for his own survival.
What had caused that attack?
((Sooooo anyone have any ideas as to where we go from here? I don’t think we should bring down Mr. Fenlauten just yet, but if the CotD were to put another plan in motion, preferably one that does not involve a massacre, that could be interesting.
Then there’s questing. We could always require some magical artifact or need to rush out in order to destroy the evil.))
((I was pondering the idea of a school homecoming dance, but we can leave that up to popular vote.
Once everyone gets back of school, maybe the teachers hold an assembly concerning the security of the school, reassuring everyone that the perpetrator won’t get away with this, etc, etc, when in reality the success of the mudslide will be spurring the COTD onto greater schemes.))
((Isn’t that accompanied with a sport though? How about an “immersion trip”? ))
((Explain this concept of homecoming to the middle schooler?))
((Did my post get spammed? Or did I not post it? I can’t imagine why it would have been zapped…
Witchy- Homecoming, as far as I know, is basically a big dance at the beginning of the year that follows (I think) a football game, although in this case it would be some other sport.))
((Then again, I go to an all-girls’ school and our homecoming isn’t after anything. But maybe there’s a particular sport that demigods play?))
((We could flash forward, sort of skim over the next few weeks leading up to a homecoming event or something.))
((That sounds like a good idea.))
((Sounds good.))
((Shall we?))
The group gathered themselves up, trudging closer and closer to what had been the loading area for the campground. There were only a few buses left unscathed, possibly summoned from the school since they bore no signs of damage.
Omorose boarded the bus, feeling suddenly more tired than she had ever felt in her entire life. What once had been fun and exciting about being a demigod was now daunting and a bit scary. She could only imagine what would come next, but had a feeling that, after this, everthing would be…different.
((Wonderful segue!))
((Thanks! ))
((I’m here because of your post on the Random Thread but I haven’t been following the story at all….not sure if I really have time to write out any long or elaborate post now, but I know I’m just making annoying excuses, so I’ll stop…))
((Could I join this? Or is it way too far into the story…?))
((Yes, please join! Write out your character’s or characters’ profile describing their looks, powers, and god parent. We are currently transitioning after an attack on the school wide camping trip and will now begin the preparation for homecoming.))
((Kay! Yay!!
Name: Lune (Lu-ne e is pronounced)
Looks: Hair like moonlight, down to her waist and thick and wavy, dark eyes, about 5′ 5″. Likes to wear gothic clothing.
Age: 15
God Parent: Hecate
Powers: Can sort of “fade” into the shadows. Can do fortune telling, using tarot cards anytime and is really acurate at it, when it’s full moon she can do excellent crystal ball gazing.
Personality/ Misc. : Lune is very antisocial, etc. She never sleeps, and never really needs to. I mean, she’ll get tired from phisical activity, etc. but she never feels tired late at night, which is both a blessing and a curse. She will stay outside all night gazing at the moon. When it is full, she is very active, powerful, etc. but when is a new moon she feels weak, gets sick easily, can hardly stand up, etc.
Background: Her father… “raised her” which means he was never ever there. He sent her away when he heard about the school from Hecate, on one of her rare contactings, who was appalled and demanded he either send her to the school or she would kill him and send Lune there herself.
Is this okay?
She got 24 on the MSLT.))
ERIN
I hop on the bus wearily, and scan it for the Hades girl who I believe to have possession of my dagger. When I find her, sitting near the back, I stride quickly to her seat.
“May I see that dagger for a second?”
She looks up at me, and recoils. How rude. “Um… It’s mine!”
“No, it’s mine. Look!”
She studies the dagger. “Oh, yes, sorry.” She hands it over hurriedly. Even though I dislike her, she did save my dagger from being lost in the mudslide, and I couldn’t really blame her for taking the dagger in the middle of a bunyip fight, so I thank her awkwardly. Then hurry away.
I see someone waving at me. It’s Omorose, so I sit by her and say hello.
“Hi, Erin!” She says. She seems to be attempting to be cheerful, and failing. I can’t blame her, she’s had a rough two days.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I guess. Just… could you, like… take off your mask? It makes me uncomfortable.”
I feel my face, and realize that I still have my tragic mask on. I begin to laugh, somewhat derangedly, and pull it off. So that’s why Halena had been so nervous! And James, too, I suppose. No wonder he had agreed to help me. How had I believed that he’d done it out of the goodness of his heart, if not for me, for Omorose? Perhaps he believed, under the influence of my mask, that Omorose wouldn’t leave without me, and had instructions to save her? After all, her healing powers would be very helpful to the CotD. No, James was evil now, no doubt about it. Always would be.
Erin laughed, removing the almost comical but somewhat creepy tragedy mask from his face. Omorose smiled. “Thanks. How are you?”
“The same, I suppose,” he said. “This all happened very quickly.”
“I know what you mean,” she sighed. Then, she turned to face him, and anxious question that had been churning inside her escaped. “Does this happen often?”
“Does what happen often?” he replied.
She gestured out of the window, where the remnants of the campsite lay among the tossed earth. “This. Disaster.” Among the words that did not escape her lips were somewhere along the lines of betrayal, death, misery. Her face fell as her mind flitted momentarily to James, but she caught herself and forced it to think of other things.
ERIN
“No, not really.” I stop and consider what I’m about to say to Omorose. I trust her, but… I’ve known her for less than two days. “I’ve been here for a long time, longer than pretty much anyone else here, even some of the teachers. And nothing like this has ever happened before, not the birds, or the Bunyips, or the mudslide. Trust me, if it had, we wouldn’t go on camping trips, we wouldn’t even attend this school, because it would be shut down! Someone is deliberately causing this, and I think we both know who.”
((Time for the first god cut-scene!))
“Yeah, I think we do,” she replied, looking at him. “It’s Adrian, isn’t it? I knew he was mean…but never evil…”
“He’s the child of Set,” Erin replied.
Duh, of course he’s malicious and evil. What was I thinking? Omorose silently berated herself.
“One thing’s for sure,” he continued. “The gods won’t be too happy about this.”
Omorose gave a small nod. “I know.” Outside her window, rain began to fall upon the landscape, only this time, it was bringing a sense of security.
———————————————————————————————–
Erin was correct. In fact, he was more than correct, he was dead-on. At that very moment, magical deities quarreled amongst themselves, in an uproar that brought the heavens to a tumultuous clash.
In the heavens above, Gods from Mount Olympus to Heliopolis were departing from their once peaceful lifestyle and traveling to the meeting place of the pantheons, the ancient λεξικό δεν βÏήκε καμία λÎξη…the House of the Gods. They came in droves, flying in carriages made of silver or else upon clouds of ivory, but they traveled all to the same place for the same reason: this black magic that had consumed their children. They began to assemble, most in pairs, in the great Hall of the meeting area, a place made of white marble and gold trim, so grand that it could hold millions of humans, but only had seats enough for the gods of the Pantheons. Most of the dark gods sat to the left, while the light gods sat to the right. At the head of the hall sat four figures: Zeus, Atum, HÅ“nir, and Izanagi, the four heads of each major pantheon.
At last, the roar of angry chatter and annoyed talk died to a subtle burble, and then to nothing at all. The four forefathers stood before the hall of gathered gods, and looked upon them with much fear and animosity. Finally, Zeus spoke above them all.
“I trust that all of your are aware of the situation which has befallen many of our children at the academy for the demigods upon Earth. There have been several deaths, and countless injuries at the hands of black magic.” He shot a formidable look towards the left side of the room. “My question is, by whose hand have our sons and daughters fallen? By whose demand were they subject to loss and torture?”
“If I may speak, please,” Izanagi said gently to Zeus, whose face was contorted at that moment with anger. Her gentle smile persuaded him to slowly be seated once more. The black-haired goddess arose from her jade seat. “I have heard much rumor about this sliding mud. I assure gods that this was not caused by Japanese god. In fact, there is much reason to believe that this attack was not initiated by god at all. This attack was created by student. That student is son of Tefnut. His name is Ako.”
The room gave a collective gasp, followed by several irate whispers. Tefnut’s eyes widened, and then she sprang from her seat. “THAT IS AN ODIOUS LIE!”
“But my friend, this has been reassured by Hades himself, who passed the boy’s spirit to underworld.” Izanagi looked upon Tefnut with sorrow, as the mother’s eyes fell and she began to weep for the death of her son.
Isis sprung from her seat, anger blazing in her eyes. “Why would he have done such a thing? Surely no child could ever wish such malice on fellow beings.”
“Perhaps this attack was not the idea of the student,” intoned Athena. “Perhaps it was one of the higher powers, but was carried out through the student body.”
((Continued.))
At the far end of the room, surrounded by several dark figures, Set, the god of chaos and destruction, rose to his feet. “If I may, I believe some interruption here is necessary,” he leered at Athena, a smile curling from his black lips all the way over his pointy yellowed teeth.
Athena shuddered, recoiling in disgust. “Say your piece, underworldly filth.”
“With pleasure,” Set snarled. He turned to face the congregation of gods. “My dear friends,” he began, pacing slowly around the perimeter,” when we created this gathering of deities from each part of the world, we made an agreement of unity, of peace and understanding amongst one another. And we made a pact of alliance to one another under pain of eternal banishment. We made a school for our children, and their children, where the privileged of mortal and heaven could become one. Now, why would any of us wish harm upon such a peaceful coalition? Not I,” he declared, “but these children know nothing of our sacrifice and our friendship. I can be more than certain that no one of us would betray the other.”
“You would know, would you not?” Osiris grumbled.
“Silence,” barked Set, his eyes flaring red. Quickly composing himself, he coughed several times and then gave a forced smile towards the four hierarchy at the head of the room. “However, this is not to say that this severe disagreement among the children could not be assuaged. Let us allow them to continue their school year, and observe their progress.”
Zeus thought for a moment. “That sounds like a fair idea,” he finally mumbled.
Set chuckled, a grim, gruesome sound, although it was masked by a look of almost painful joy. “Excellent.”
((Sorry, posted too soon again!!))
“However,” Zeus continued, “that is not to say that none of us should be under…close observation. Blame that can be proven to rest upon the shoulders of one cannot prolong the capture of other such deeds by other such men, or gods.”
“That seems a bit unfair, don’t you think?” said Hades, glaring at Zeus. “After all, what have we done wrong?”
“It is not what you have done wrong, but rather what you may do wrong,” Atum said quietly. “Therefore, we shall observe the duties of each god and make sure they are not improperly used.”
Set sat back down once more. One thing was for sure…from then on, they would have to be very careful.
((Is this officially the transition to homecoming, and how much time has passed?))
((I think this can be it. Should we say that two weeks have passed? Maybe it can be the day before the day of homecoming.))
((I, for one, have a character I was planning on introducing when we all got back from the camping trip. I’ll probably RP that now, but I still think it’d be better if everybody was able to RP the weeks before Homecoming, if not as intensely and slowly as we’ve been doing. This way, there’s time for people to ask other people to the dance, *COUGHCOUGH STARR IF YOU CAN’T FIND AWAY TO RP CLEE IN THEN I HAVE NO MERCY COUGH* (Homecoming is traditionally Girl’s Choice, right? Or am I misremembering?) and whatever else they need to do. Does this sound good to everyone?))
((That’s true. Maybe it can be a week or a couple days before homecoming when we get back and we can go from there?
I think that homecoming is both gender choice, so boys can ask first or girls. It all depends.))
((I’ll repost my other character’s profile here, before I RP her.
Name: Teresa Philipa Quinn (Some people call her Phil, to her displeasure.)
Age: 15
Parents: Thanatos (Greek dæmon of non-violent death) and Beth Quinn.
Powers: Killing small things, such as flowers, grass, tree branches, etc. Animals are much harder, and she can only kill smallish ones. Humans are immune to her powers, that’s her father’s job, but she can make them sick or tired.
Appearance: Tall, not skinny but not fat, just in the middle. Long dark brown hair that she keeps in a braid and constantly fiddles with. Wears t-shirts and jeans, very smiley.
Personality: Very happy, often humming. She loves gardening, and keeps a small one in a window box in her dorm. Good friends with Erin, although she enjoys teasing him and is much friendlier with the rest of the school than he is.))
Teresa
I walk towards the academy, knowing that it will be practically empty, besides a few stray staff that stayed at the school instead of going on the camping trip. I’m expecting to be alone till tomorrow, giving me some time to set up my room and window garden, but I’ve barely climbed the steps of AA when the bus pulls up. That’s strange. Could they have canceled from the rain? That’s never happened before, but this was practically a hurricane. It’s over now, though.
Something else is wrong. The bus is seriously battered, like it’d rolled down a hill, or been barraged by rocks. I drop my luggage and run down the steps, even faster once I see the students filing out. They’re all dirty, and most of them seem seriously wounded. I scan the crowd for Erin, and finally spot him getting off the bus with some girl. When I’m not so worried, I’ll have to tease him about that.
“ERIN!” I shout. He glances up and sees me.
“PHIL!” He grins and waves. What a dork. I run in and hug him, his arms dangling awkwardly at his side. Once again, what a dork.
I let go and ask, “What happened?”
“Bunyip attack. Mudslide. In that order.”
“That’s awful!” A bunyip attack on the second day of school?
“It was quite fortunate, really. We never would have all survived the bunyips if it hadn’t been for the mudslide.”
“Everyone survived?” This is good news.
“…No. Not really.”
“Oh.”
We’re silent for a while. Then Erin says, “Still. At least the mudslide saved more than it…”
I know he’s trying to break the silence, but he’s always been so bad at it. It’s so awful, and yet somehow so hilarious, that I crack up. Then I immediately issue personal apologies to everybody within ten feet, and drag Erin up to the school. He follows along somewhat reluctantly, but I know he’s secretly ecstatic to see me.
“So,” I ask Erin, “Who was that girl you were on the bus with?”
“Omorose. She’s a daughter of Isis.”
“You going to recruit her?” He glares at me. I know how much he hates that word, which is why I went out of my way to use it.
“We don’t recruit, Phil. That’s the Council’s job.”
“Fine. Are you going to ‘befriend’ her?”
He laughs. “I kind of already have. She’s nice, she rescued me from the mudslide.”
“That is nice.”
“Yeah, but I think the Council wants her.”
I pause to pick up my luggage. Erin grabs a plant. “Careful with that,” I say.
“I know, I know.” We walk in silence for a while.
“So why do you say the Council wants her?”
Erin hesitates. “Well, she was with James.”
“Ah.” James. “It’s possible they’re friends, you know.”
“I believe she thinks that, but you know it’s not true.”
I think about this. I really do believe that James is a better person than Erin gives him credit for, but I can’t blame Erin either. And the idea of James daring to have friends outside of the Council seems so unlikely…
Erin bursts out, “It’s been so much worse this year, Phil. The Council got so many of the new students. They’re all just scared, and ran to the Council so that they wouldn’t get crushed by it. The first day the Academy got attacked by Stymphalian Birds! People died on the first day, Phil! And you know the Council summoned the rain, and the mudslide, and probably the bunyips!”
“I know, Erin.” Actually, I hadn’t known about the birds. But I do know.
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. Go to homecoming, I guess.”
Omorose and Erin stepped off of the bus once it reached the entrance to the Academy. Erin got off before her, and a girl with a long brown braid ran over and hugged him. Omorose smiled, leaving them be, and walked by herself up the steps of the academy, carrying a small bag containing what was left of her luggage.
It was strange, though…as she mounted the marble staircase and entered through the wide doors, it felt almost as though she were coming home. At that moment, she had never missed her parents more.
Students filtered slowly across the bridge from the entrance hall to the dormitories, crossing over the lake as the sunset glistened on the water. Several familiar faces appeared out of the crowd. Omorose thought she spotted Clee somewhere amongst them, rattling on to a son of Apollo about some type of fashionable battle armor. She chucked to herself, walking down the hall to her and Fatima’s dorm.
Opening the door, she sat her bag down on her bed and walked over to the desk. The lotus bloom from her parents was beginning to wilt from the lack of water, and so she refilled a white vase with water and placed the flower delicately inside. The door was still open a crack, and she could hear some older students as they walked by, talking about the homecoming dance. She wondered silently to herself if, after all that had happened, that the dance would still go on. It seemed that tragedy had wiped away all thought of happy celebration, especially after the dismal start to this new year. Shutting the bedroom door fully, she slipped out of her muddy and torn dress and headed into the bathroom for a shower.
When she emerged, drying her hair with a white towel, she wore silk pajama pants, a tank top and fluffy slippers. She almost stepped onto a piece of white paper that had been tucked carefully beneath the doorway. She bent down and picked it up. It read:
Omorose: Meet me on the south balcony by the lake at 10:00. Make sure you come alone.
Curiouser and curiouser.
TERRANCE COUSLAND
“All those in need of medical attention please follow me,†the surly instructor shouted from the emerging crowds. Alexandria and Adonia wobbled behind me and I promptly requested that the teacher escort them.
“But your arm,†Adonia said, speaking up for the first time since our trek back up the hill.
“I’ll be fine,†I reassured, “just go.†The duo followed the injured line of students, and what calm I had managed to sustain fell away into barely contained ferocity. The bunyip attack was unnecessary; the birds had left an indelible impression. Adrian and his goons would only be satisfied with bloodshed. Wickedness can be subtle.
Just as I was considering decking the malicious jackal, the puzzle pieces began to unfold. A tepid-looking Kezo darted past the throng, and with well timed precision I moved to intercept him.
“Follow me,†I hissed and beckoned him toward the Grecian corridor.
((Is my character okay? How should she come into the story?))
((Your character’s fine, if I were you I would just pretend that your character has been there the whole time and is now getting off the bus to go to her room.))
((Or even better make her a part of the newly christened “good group” or prophecy to one of the main characters))
((I’ll just pretend she was there all along, if that’s okay with you. Also, I’m sorry, but reading 3 demigod rpg threads became too much for my eyes/patience/computer time, and I only know what’s going on now. What is the headmaster’s name, or any one I should know about? And do I have a roommate? …and where is my room…?))
((The head teacher seems to be Dr. Korlin, he’s Kai’s character. You don’t need a roommate, you can pretend that they’re an NPC, and you can make up a room number.))
((Kay.))
((OK, I skimmed the third thread so I think I know what’s going on. I’m sorry I haven’t been on here in a while.
Alec and Ingrid had gotten separated from the others and were fighting bunyips when the mudslide occurred, so they didn’t see it happen.))
Alec and Ingrid, on the bus ride back:
“I feel terrible,” Ingrid said to him. They were sitting together, ignored by everyone else.
“About the mudslide?” He replied.
“Yeah. I feel like if we had been there, we could have helped. Maybe we could have sucked it dry or something.”
“I don’t know if there was anything we could have done. Even if we had dried it out, a crushing mass of dirt would have still slid down and crushed people. And who knows if it was really a mudslide caused by nature?”
Siriana: Ako was gone. Someone who was almost her friend was gone, vanished, caput. She felt the mildest stirrings of regret, something she had never thought she would feel again. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she’d lost someone who she might have cared about…
Farla was different, she argued with herself. Farla wasn’t my friend, not at the end. And her death was quicker and easier than Ako’s. It wasn’t fair. Ako had actually been nice to her. Farla hadn’t, and that was an understatement.
((In case you are all confused, Farla was Siriana’s friend a few years ago, and something very bad happened. I’m trying to weave in Siriana’s backstory to explain who she is and why she is that way.))
((See, Bismarck, I told you I would post!))
Halena sat dumbly next to Hyacinth, who looked out the window. “So many dead…” said Halena. She rubbed her temples. “I have a headache from it all.”
Mikazuki sat in the back, stretched out on the seat. She was also in shock, and hadn’t spoken a single word since she’d gotten on the bus.
Kezo was dashing away from the bus when he heard the voice. His ears pricked up, and he whirled around. Had anyone seen him? He was kind of sensitive to the fact that his ears didn’t move like the average person’s. They were, in fact, jackal ears. But- there was that boy. Kezo had the odd feeling that he knew him from somewhere- then it came to him. He had saved him from the binding staff’s curse. “Come this way,” he hissed.
Kezo hesitated. Should he trust him? But he nodded and ran to him, wondering what this could be about.
((Everyone’s off the bus now, by the way. I’ll get writing more later. ))
((What time of day is it? Did the bus ride take most of the day, so consequently are the kids tired and wanting to go to bed? Siriana has a plan she would like to execute soon.))
((I’d say it’s about the end of the day.
PEOPLE, COME BACK!!))
((What should I do?))
((Have your character walk into the school, like everyone is doing right now. Then get her a room and send her to bed.))
((I’ve got a feeling that now is not the best time to attempt a revival of this thread, with NaNoWriMo almost upon us.))
((Mikazuki~ you can room with Cecila, if you want.))
((33-thanks.))
LUNE
I got out of the bus and walked into the school with everyone. I headed up to the room that I currently shared with Cecila. So…tired. But of course I couldn’t sleep. I never can. Cecila got into bed.
“Goodnight” I said.
“Gonat” she mumbled back. I turned out the light and silently crossed the room to the window. I stared out at the moon, which was about 3/4 full. I sighed and looked out at the night, wishing I could sleep, even for a few minutes. Ah well. I settled in to wait.
Alex
I Stayed up all night, reading a Maximum Ride novel overnight. I heard a rustling. I thought it was just me, i ignored it. Then, I heard it again. I turned into a cat, darting out the window. I saw a cat, staring at me urgently.
” There’s a item, we fear it’s a bomb. Alexandra, please help us.”
Oh… it was my friend from the group of cats I once lived with.
” Okay, but Rose, if it’s another piece of gum..”
When the cats run into a human item, they fear it’s dangerous. Dangerous enough to drag me from my book. We ran to see it. 15 cats were gathered around it, and parted the crowd. I saw a paper. It had about 50 names on it. They were all blurry except one. It looked familiar. It was…mine.
((Coughcough. Bismark, I need you to respond!!!))
((Now that NaNoWriMo is over and done, what say we kick start this back up again?))
((Seconded!))
((I believe we were just going to roleplay school for a bit, with a dance coming up? That’ll be fun.))
((Cool beans. Can it be morning yet?))
((Whatever gets it going. I’ll RP some tomorrow.))
FELINA
I wandered around, mostly in shock from the last battle. Stupid defective parentage. Some children of Bast were half lion….me? I was half feral alleycat, with an almost vampiric taste for blood.
I’m a terrible person, in other words.
Thinking about that, I ran into someone. “Sorry!” I cried, apologizing before there was a chance for them to say anything. “Sorry sorry sorry!” Then my logical mind pushed through.
“Hey…are there any children of Hephaestus around?” came the cautious vocal venture. “That one girl looked really bad. She lost an arm and leg to that bunyip. She could probably use prosthetic limbs.” I entertained a thought about mechanical limbs, but dismissed it as useless fantasy.
((Okay. Who’d Felina run into?))
((I forgot I had planned some interaction between James and Omorose, so here goes.))
At ten o’clock, Omorose walked from the south hallway to the gilded doors that led to the balcony. She pushed them open, her robe billowing out as a gust of cold air rushed in and caused her to shiver. The night sky was black, painted with speckles of silver light, and the moon was an opaque white orb of light reflected in the waters of the still black lake. A shadowy figure stood at the edge of the balcony, looking out over the night sky. He turned as she walked towards.
Omorose took one look at James and turned towards the door. “Goodbye.”
“Wait, please!” James said urgently, grabbing her arm and turning her around. “Just listen to me for one minute.”
“I can’t,” she reiterated. “I can’t, I don’t want to, and I won’t.”
“Why?” he asked, his face desperate. She searched him, looking for any sign to show that this was a trap. So far, he looked genuine. That made her absolutely furious.
“You hurt me,” she spat, tearing her arm away from his grip. “What on earth do you think gives you the right to try and justify yourself to me? I know you had something to do with what happened at camp.”
“It wasn’t my idea, I had no choice,” he yelled. “Adrian was planning the mudslide from the start. I couldn’t change his mind even if I had tried. Believe me, I wish it had never happened.”
“You could have stopped it, though!” she screamed. “You’re powerful! You could have stopped innocent people from getting hurt, from dying!”
He hesitated, looking at her in a way that almost made her feel sorry for him. “We never meant for anyone to die.”
“Like hell,” she retorted. “You want all of us dead.”
“We don’t want anyone to die.” James repeated, and he was firm. “Believe me, that is the last thing that Adrian wants. And I doubt he or any of us has the nerve to kill.”
“Adrian is the son of the most evil of all the Gods,” Omorose said, walking to the balcony and turning away from James. “He could do anything.”
“And me?” James asked, walking next to her. “Am I capable of anything?”
She looked at him, disgust etching lines into her face. “You know you are. You could have killed any of us. Me, Erin, anybody. Why you didn’t leave us to die is still a mystery.”
“I care, about you and about everybody else.”
She flicked his last statement off like an irksome fly. “I care about my friends. You obviously only care about yours. So why are you talking to me? It’s clear where your loyalty lies.” She raised and hand, and pushed his chest, not minding the stunned expression on his face. “You’re evil, James. Own up to it. Stop pretending like you ever cared about what happens to me.”
Omorose gave him a final shove and tried to leave again. Suddenly, James grabbed her once more, taking her hand and pulling her back. For a split second, she knew what was going to happen. In another, he had pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss was short, urgent. In it Omorose felt a struggle to stay there forever, or to pull away. In a moment, her mind realized what was happening, and she moved backward as fast as possible. She put a hand to her mouth, and ducked under James’ arm.
She ran away from him, her footsteps echoing around the balcony like gunshots. She tore open the double doors and ran back down the south hallway, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls as she ran past. She did not stop moving until she was safely back at the door of her dormitory, at which point she burst through the door, lay down on her bed, and began to cry.
Meanwhile, James stood at the balcony, stunned at what he had just done. His heart was beating fast, and his hands shook. In a moment, the world had changed. He had completely ruined everything.
She thinks I’m evil, his mind repeated. She thinks I’m evil.
She hasn’t seen evil yet.
ERIN
Screaming. There’s screaming outside. Figures. I’m never going to get back on my sleep schedule at this rate… I check the time- I’ve not got work for another four hours! I open my window to shut up the loudmouth, but then I hear the voice. It’s Omorose.
“…You could have killed any of us. Me, Erin, anybody. Why you didn’t leave us to die is still a mystery.”
She’s talking to James, and when he replies, it’s so low I can scarcely hear it. “I care, about you and about everyone else.” That’s a load of crap and Omorose knows it.
“I care about my friends’, replies Omorose, “You obviously only care about yours. So why are you talking to me? It’s clear where your loyalty lies.” Then she shoves him. “You’re evil, James. Own up to it. Stop pretending like you ever cared about what happens to me.” She shoves him again, and I hope he falls off the balcony.
But he doesn’t.
He kisses her.
He kissed her! I can’t believe he kissed her! My blood boils, my face flushes. He kissed her.
I feel hot tears pouring down my face, and I bury my face in my pillow, trying to plug up the waterfall. Four more hours till work.
((Everything is not as it seems…))
((Wait, explain.))
((All will be revealed…))
((Poor poor Erin…yet another character doomed to sacrifice himself for the lover whose compassion was never reciprocated (sigh)))
Halena couldn’t sleep. She supposed all children of Hades were natural insomniacs, but this urge to stay awake was different. It was born from the horrible sights she’d seen, of people missing their limbs, of muffled screams as people suffocated under the mud. She kew if she went to her bed, all those things would rise up and give her the mother of all nightmares.
She wandered around the campus, too tired to care where the hell she was going. In the back of her mind, something registered raised voices, and she headed that way. But in one random turn, some girl with pointed ears and thick black hair ran into her.
Halena listened in silence to the girl as she babbled. “I know what that girl lost,” said Halena finally. “But I do not know of any children of Hephaestus. One of the healers may be able to do something, though…” Halena couldn’t believe she was talking this much. It felt like she was spitting on a shrine to her father, and she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from speaking any more.
~~~~~
Lying in bed, one would think you would eventually drop off to sleep, no matter the horrors you’ve seen. Not so. It was almost one in the morning, and Hyacinth’s body stubbornly refused to relax. [Roomate] was [gone/asleep], and she had no one to talk to.
((Who want’s to be/is Hyacinth’s roommate?))
((Can it be morning soon?))
Lune watched as the first rays of the sun reached their tendrils over the horizon and the moon dropped away behind the mountains in the distance. She heard the twitter of sparrows as the birds woke up. One by one, the stars disapeared. Lune pushed up the window and glanced at her roommate. Cecila was still asleep, curled up on her side. Lune grabbed her book of witchcraft off her bed and squeezed through the window, dropping onto the ground. She faded into the shadows; despite the fact that nobody was up yet she always felt more secure knowing nobody could see her. Lune was an expert at running and hiding. She came to an oak tree and pulled herself up onto the first branch, climbing expertly despite her black, lacy, old-fashioned dress she enjoyed wearing. Lune loved costumes. She reached for the next branch; her intent was to climb to the top. However, there was already someone there. Lune winced. She hated it when she wasn’t able to fade. But the person had already spotted her, there was no avoiding en’s gaze. She closed her eyes and waited.
((I have no idea who the person is…does anybody like to climb trees at the crack of dawn?))
((Are we supposed to be doing anything in paticular?))
LUNE
Lune opened her eyes. She blinked. There was no one there. She had seen a figure, clad in black, and yet she had heard nothing; she would have surely seen something if anyone had moved. Lune felt a shiver creep down her spine. Someone was looking at her. The same person, she was sure, that had been on the branch a minute ago. Lune felt very uneasy. SHE was the one who snuck around and spied and disapeared. She felt the branch she was standing on quiver. She steeled herself and whirled around. Her dress swished around, and she clutched her book tightly. She wished she was wearing a mask. She had worked hard to be unseeable. Now she was seen. Something was very, very wrong, though Lune couldn’t quite place what it was.
She just caught a glimpse of a flash of black and the figure streaked away, down onto the ground and into a small grove of trees.
Lune jumped down after en. She wanted to find out who this person was.
As she drifted, unseen, across the damp grass, she wondered idly if this was a good idea. She entered the grove. The dapppled sunlight would have been beautiful to anyone but Lune, who thrived in the moonlight and disliked the straight sun. There were no shadows here. Lune saw the figure crouched on the ground. Using every ounce of cunning she held, she crept forward and finally sprung out.
“Who are you?” She breathed. Her voice felt unused. Lune hated to speak.
The figure stood up. Lune saw that it was a teenage girl, with shoulder-length dark hair. She was clad in black jeans and a black longsleeve shirt, and she held a package delicately in her left hand.
“I am the timekeeper’s daughter.” She held out the package. Lune took it, trembling slightly. The timekeeper’s daughter dashed away.
She sat down and peeled the delicate paper off the parcel. What fell into her hand made her gasp in suprise. She was holding a ring-but not just any ring. It was carved with symbols and numbers. It was made out of tarnished copper, but it somehow held an aura of great wisdom and wealth. Lune slipped it on her finger.
((I NEED BISMARK FOR INTERACTIONS!!!!!!!))
((Why? As long as you don’t totally PP him, is there any reason you can’t orchestrate them yourself? And if he just never comes back at all, you can control his character until he does.))
((I know where you sleep…))
((Doubtful.))
TERRANCE COUSLAND
“What are they doing?†Kezo hissed from behind me.
“Talking,†I whispered back, “now be quiet.â€
I pressed my face against the lens straining to make out the conversing figures in the dwindling light. Kezo fidgeted.
“I still don’t understand what this has to do with the Council of Dead,†he murmured.
“If we are going to find out about their inner workings we need an ‘in’.â€
“So? I can kill people with my mind. Isn’t that an ‘in’?â€
“For a pawn, yes. But what I need is a queen to Adrian’s king. I need people to think of Kezo when they hear the words Council of the Dead. You can’t just kill things.â€
Suddenly the opportunity came. He drew her close, their lips locked, and with a gentle press I took the picture. Backlit by the brilliant moon, Omorose and James were preserved in digital elegance.
Step one complete. Just need to brighten the shot.
Omorose got up early the next morning with a wholly empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t sadness, anger or disbelief. It was simply an absence of emotion. It seemed her body had had enough of that particular sense for a good, long while. She rose from the bed, watered her lily flower in the vase on her desk, and trudged to the closet. It had picked out a red flowered skirt and white tank top for her. She slid them on, put on her sandals, painted her eyes and walked out of the dorm.
It was on the brink of sunrise. She wasn’t sure quite what time it was, but the sky was shifting slowly from a dark blue to a brilliant pink, stretching like fingers of light across the world. Omorose walked, down the halls and corridors, until she reached an open window with a window seat, by the library. The morning air was fresh and cool. She sat down, gathered her knees to her chest and leaned her head back against the side of the window. Closing her eyes, she breathe in the scents that made her comfortable, and her stomach stopped flopping and her heart slowed down. It was like escaping.
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, someone greeted her. “Hey.”
ADONIA
I woke up early, earlier than I had in a long time. Halena was already gone, I saw, and Tala was still asleep. I stood up.
It was dark outside. I saw tinges of dawn on the horizon, though. The school would be up soon.
I looked around the room. It felt colder than the rest of the school, and I knew it was because of Halena. Halena and her deathly aura. Maybe it would be warmer if I opened the window.
The window was stuck. Wouldn’t open.
I turned back around, looking at the room. There was a pot sitting beside my bed, an unremarkable ornamental pot which I didn’t recognize. Had it been there when I got up?
I walked over to it. Picked it up. And smiled. It would be the perfect size for a small plant, perhaps a miniature olive. Did olives grow in miniature? Oh, whatever. A plant, anyway. I hugged the pot close with one arm and opened the door with the other.
The school was quiet, mostly. I heard a few footsteps, but the only person I saw was Old Guy. Mopping. I nodded a greeting to him, and walked on.
The air was cool, the morning quiet. I thought I heard a voice once, over in a group of trees, but was not quite sure. I didn’t stop. My feet wandered aimlessly, looking for somewhere that dirt would not by missed.
There. A pile of freshly turned earth. Demeter had led me to the perfect spot. I smiled my thanks toward the sky and knelt. Once the pot was filled, I leaned forwards and concentrated.
Slowly, slowly, the plants came up. I didn’t grow them all the way, of course. It would die much too soon if that were the case. Just to the point where it was well up, putting out leaves. A pea plant. I sat back and smiled. The room could be a home now. I had a plant.
Hyacinth had to relent that today was going to be another “blah” day, and dragged herself out of bed. She quickly threw on some clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She was deathly pale, with dark circles under her eyes. “Perfect,” she said. Quickly running a brush a few times through her glossy black hair, Hyacinth splashed some cold water on her fasce to try and wake herself up, before stumbling out of the room like a zombie.
~~~~~
Mitzui was sure she was going to die at some point today. Maybe even this morning. She walked around and around the main part of the building, contemplating different ways to commit suicide. Finally, she came to a decision. Jumping off a cliff was her way to go. But there were no real cliffs in the school. No matter. She would simply go and find one.
She walked out of the school and along the road until the rocks below became steep enough to kill a thrown body. She stood on the edge, her hair waving in the wind. And then, she jumped. Every fiber in her body was screaming at her to not do this, but she didn’t listen. One hit on the head, and Mitzui was dead.
((Yeah…I didn’t like her that much. So I made her commit suicide. :P))
((48- …Right then. Couldn’t you have just commented that you didn’t want to play her any more?))
Kali:
I yawned, which was a habit to show that I was bored more than an actual yawn. No real point in it, of course, as Siriana was asleep.
It was still fairly dark in the room, but the window was showing hints of dawn, so that wouldn’t last. Which was somewhat annoying. I liked the dark. I could see so much better than anybody else, almost as well as if it were day, and I didn’t have to sleep. Darkness made me feel even more superior to everybody.
I got up and dressed in something dark and cheerless. More classes today. Maybe we’d get through the entire day for once. that would be nice. A day with nothing more to worry about than the evil Algebra teacher. Or whatever passed for algebra here.
I opened the door and went to find something interesting to do.
((Killing is so much more fun. Plus, what if one of the student’s discovers her body and thinks the Council of the Dead has something o do with it? Bit more drama…
Still, killing is more fun.))
Lune
Lune heard rusling noises coming from behind her. She quickly ran through the grove and emerged on a sunny meadow. Wincing, she faded into the shadows at the sides, but even fading didn’t make her feel better. The bright sun bounced off the grass and the brilliant colors hurt her eyes. She curled up in a ball, hugging her knees and rubbing her eyes furiously, but it was no use. She turned away from the sun-and the pain- and closed her eyes. She hated feeling weak. She was weak, in fact. She couldn’t take the heat and the sun, only the weaker reflection of the light.
She stayed there, curled in against the tree, for only a few minutes. Then she got up and stumbled back the way she had came. It wasn’t much better here. The sunlight cut through the bright green leaves in unexpected ways, leaping out at her. The bright light stung her and bedazzled her mind. She couldn’t think.Weak. She was weak.
Lune finally burst out onto the lawn, but it wasn’t much better here either. It was a sunny, warm day, but to Lune it felt like she was in the middle of the desert. Lune faded and slipped across the lawn in the shadows. She reached her window, which was still open, and clawed her way back inside. She slammed it shut and then, too late, remembered her roommate. She looked at the bed where Cecila slept. Cecila was still out cold. Lune crossed the room to her bed and dived under it into the blissful dark.
What happened? Some part of her wondered. I mean, you’ve never exactly loved sunlight, but it usually isn’t this bad.
Maybe, a snide voice in the back of her head muttered, You’re losing it.
“Shut up,” She said. Lune smashed her head onto the ground again and again and again in an attempt to get the voice to shut up. She felt the pain as her head hit the hard floor over and over again. She was sure she would have bruises, but she didn’t care. She concentrated on the pain, letting it take over. It was a distraction- pain she could understand.
((LBK- Teresa can bunk with Halena. It’ll be interesting, because she’s good friends with Erin. She’ll still be friendly, though. Oh, and they’re both daughters of Hades.
Aggie- Did you have a particular person in mind?))
((I was thinking Erin since he works at the library. I still want to know what will be revelaled. XD))
((Ya know Terrance doesn’t have roommate…should I be worried?
((You mean Hyacinth?))
((Aggie- oh, I doubt it’ll be revealed without Omorose pushing a fair bit. Or him being awfully irritable and then Omorose talking to Teresa about it and then her telling Omorose about it… Which’ll be more manageable with less metagaming… But whichever you prefer.
Bismarck- neither does Erin. Should they bunk together? I have a feeling they wouldn’t get along terribly well…
LBK- oops. Yeah, sorry.
I’ll post tomorrow when I have a computer, not an iPod.))
((Sounds good to me))
((Let’s see where the plot winds… ))
((By the way, I’m pretty sure today’s a Wednesday, right?))
ERIN
I’m shelving books at sunrise in the Library when I hear someone walk in. It’s a bit of an odd time for someone to do their reading, but I assume it’s a student doing their homework last minute. I’ve seen it before, many times. I ignore them until I go to put away some books in that section of the library, then I see it’s Omorose. She’s not doing homework, or even reading, she’s just sitting, maybe even sleeping. I’m torn between ignoring her and talking to her, but from the expression on her face, she’s almost as upset about last night as I am. Maybe more.
I approach her, and say “Hey”, softly enough that it won’t wake her if she’s asleep, which I find myself almost wishing were true.
“Hey”, she says, still with her eyes closed. She opens them. “Hey, Erin!” She smiles.
“Hey, Omorose.” I smile back halfheartedly. “What are you doing here?”
((I don’t know where you want to go with this interaction, Aggie, so you can basically control it and then set Erin up for revealing the secret, if you want, and then I’ll RP that part… or just do what you wanted to do and then talk to Teresa. She’ll tell Omorose.))
((When is homecoming?))
Cecilia
I heard Lune banging her head on something, and her yelling,
” Shut up!”
I jumped to a start. She had huge bruises on her face from slamming on the hard, wood, floor. I have got to get a rug.
” Are you OK?” I asked, worried that she was going to start bleeding.
Alex
I don’t know what to di! I can’t pull a major prank, because I’d need Cecilia, I can’t read, because I’d need a new book, I can’t websurf, because Ceclila’s using the computer. While pacing around, I bumped into somebody.
” Oh! Sorry! I guess I’m just out of it. I was pacing around trying to think of something to do before breakfast, ’cause I’ve read too much and I am too bored. I was thinking about some pranks, but…”
” Pranks are always good.” Said the poor victim of my clumsiness.
(( SFTDP I meant to add. Who wants to be the pranker random person!))
((Mikazuki- We’re gonna kind of RP a few days at school (well really, a few weeks, but we won’t do every day, just kind of scraps at a time, at least I think) in which people can ask other people to Homecoming, and get rejected->wallow in sadness/get a date->jump with joy, and then we’ll RP the homecoming when everyone is ready.
I just reread my post, and realized that my dialogue is killer. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey.’ Hey.’ ‘Hey.’ ‘Sup?’ FIN. Sorry, Aggie.))
((Haha, it’s fine, don’t worry about it! I’d rather Erin tell her so I’ll just set it up like that.
Also, I think there should be some soul sucking drama at homecoming. Just a suggestion.))
Omorose opened her eyes to see where the voice had come from. long hair, long nose, long face with half of a smile? Erin.
“Hey, Erin!†She greeted him cheerfully, genuinely glad to see someone she wasn’t tempted to push off of the roof.
“Hey, Omorose.†He tried to smile back. “What are you doing here?â€
Something in his tone made her nervous. Oh, no. He’s mad at me.
“Just trying to get away,” she sighed. “Had a rough day yesterday.”
“Didn’t we all,” he mumbled.
“Here, sit.” She scooted over on the window seat, making room for him. He stood looking at her for a minute. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”
“Oh, I will. Sorry.” He shook his head as though trying to clear it, sitting down next to her. His expression was strange, something between sadness and anger.
She paused for a moment. Something was up. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No really,” she insisted. ” I can tell something’s the matter. What is it?”
It was clear he was hesitant to tell her. “I saw you and James last night. On the balcony.” His face was hard with what seemed to be emotional disrepair.
Omorose’s heart stopped for what seemed to be at least a minute. She froze. No, no, no, no. This was all wrong. Nobody had seen them. Nobody needed to see that. She buried her face in her hands, willing herself not to cry. “I’m ashamed,” she blurted. “That wasn’t supposed to happen, I didn’t want it to. We were arguing, and I tried to leave, and he…”
“There’s more, though,” Erin said, seeming to steel himself. “There’s things I have to tell you.”
((Is that a good setup?))
((Soul-sucking? Hmm.
Well due to the lack of Norse characters I was thinking that Set should cause some sort of winter related calamity sending the Asgard pantheon into chaos over the possibility of Fimbulvinter and the end of the world. Homecoming would be interrupted by the Norse gods and/or several Valkyrie sending the school into lock down. Whether this entails an entire relocation or just a viking military district until the snow stops you guys can decide.
I figured the random monster attacking was becoming passe.))
((Then again if someone can come up with a way to incorporate a quest that isn’t too archetypal I’m game.))
((Hey, Thief of Light, post back please!))
((Bismark, if I may ask, why is Terrace taking a picture of…them…? It seems…odd. Yeah. That may or may not be the right word. But I don’t really get what he’s trying to make happen…))
((Terrance is attempting to supply dissension in the ranks of the Council of the Dead. The surfacing of the photos will ideally cause havoc between Adrian and James as for one Omorose is the daughter of Isis, Set’s sworn enemy, and secondly if Adrian has any brains he would think twice before allowing a loyal henchman to become involved with a girl.
That was my evil plan anyway. Well that and incriminating Omorose further by stealing her knife and planting it somewhere. Kezo rises as a new master villain in the chaos and Terrance is slowly doubting his purpose in the insidious doom probably because his Homecoming date is cute.
Do you have a better plan? I’m in no way set in my ways if you want to orchestrate our new alliance go ahead.))
((That sounds fine to me, it gives James and Adrian something to do at any rate. Why incriminate Omorose, though? Why not Adrian?))
(( Seriously, can somebody PLEASE interact, or should I chose. )
TERRANCE COUSLAND
“Pranks are always good,” I smiled correcting my balance.
((Happy pie girl?))
(( YES! THANK YOU! I thought I killed the thread.))
” Okay, we have an advantage, since a lot of people are still asleep. So I think we should set up something in the cafeteria. I said, plotting things in my mind. This will be fun.
” By the way, what’s your name?” I asked.
” Terrance, Terrance Cousland. Yours?”
” Bond. James Bond. ” I joked. ” Nah, just kiddng. Alexandra, but my friends call me Alex.”
” Okay, Alex. So, what should we set up in the cafeteria? A kiddie pool by the Bast table?”
” Hey! I sit there. How about we put Kayne West at the Apollo table, and he’ll say: ‘ Imma let you finish, but Beyonce was the best singer of ALL TIME! ”
” Where will we get Kayne?”
“- Ahh, never mind.” *ahemCMAjoke*
CECILIA
I was sleeping, longer than normal. But I was engrossed in my dream.(( Fishi’s n]meeting post.) Gods from Mount Olympus to Heliopolis were departing from their once peaceful lifestyle and traveling to the meeting place of the pantheons, the ancient λεξικό δεν βÏήκε καμία λÎξη…the House of the Gods. They came in droves, flying in carriages made of silver or else upon clouds of ivory, but they traveled all to the same place for the same reason: this black magic that had consumed their children. They began to assemble, most in pairs, in the great Hall of the meeting area, a place made of white marble and gold trim, so grand that it could hold millions of humans, but only had seats enough for the gods of the Pantheons. Most of the dark gods sat to the left, while the light gods sat to the right. At the head of the hall sat four figures: Zeus, Atum, HÅ“nir, and Izanagi, the four heads of each major pantheon. Everyone froze, save for Zeus. Zeus but something to my mouth, and it all blacked out. Then, I felt like bI was being warped across to pluto, because I was zooming towards a rok. The I realized that ‘rock’ was my father’s drum set. I neededto tell Alex, that we might find our dad. The drum sticks played some song. then, everything was on fire, burning the hard to find location of gthe school, a fire so big it could be seen in space. And I was cartwheeling back, right as my world was burning.
((My character seems pretty hopeless. She’s rather prone to running away from things and avoiding confrontations. She’s going to go hide now. She also seems like she might have slightly suicidal tendencies… *attempts to reform character*))
Lune pulled herself out from under the bed, a bit awkwardly, and scrambled to her feet.
“Wait-” Cecila began, but Lune didn’t wait. She ran out the door and faded into the shadows along the wall. She took a deep breath. She needed to calm down. Lune silently glided up stairs until she finally reached the attic. She curled up in a ball in the corner, resting her head against the dusty wall. She opened her eyes and looked at the window. To her suprise, she felt a tear sliding down her cheek. She didn’t know why. Lune never cried, not even when she was fatally injured- and she knew what that felt like.
She shifted, and felt something she had forgotten about jab her painfully in the side. She pulled it out. Her book of witchcraft. She opened it up and flipped through it absentmindedly.
A piece of yellowed paper fell out from a section she hadn’t read yet, near the end. Intrugied, Lune picked it up and unfolded it, careful not to crush it.
Cures for the soul: What to do when powers wane and sunlight overwhelms. NOTE: If sunlight has become painful you must cast this spell as soon as possible!
The writing was spidery, and Lune had no idea who had written it, but it seemed promising. She glanced at the rest of the page, which was covered in scrawled notes that seemed to explain how to perform some kind of magic. Lune sat up, took a deep breath, and cleared her head. She wiped away her tears and concentrated on getting a hold of herself.
Her forehead throbbed. She winced. She would have huge bruises soon. She stood up quickly and tucked the book away, then held out the paper and squinted at the list of required elements. She smiled. She could do this. Lune confidently faded into the shadows and slunk downstairs.
((Hello? Sudo?))
((Here, sorry, but I really haven’t had access to anything other than an iPod touch for a while… I should have a computer soon.))
((Yay! ))
((I’ve been wanting to post for a while but I’m a bit busy right now – sorry! – but when I have time I’ll definitely try to post something.))
(( Darn, I DID kill the thread. *funeral*))
((Would you stop it! Some of us just finals to study for ))
((*epic-pokes Thief of Light*))
((Who is thief of light?))
[I’m Witchneko.]
FELINA
“No,” I sputtered, looking at Halena with a desolate look in my eyes, “it’s just-”
Silence. I had no words.
“…I saw her fighting a bunyip. It wasn’t fair she had to lose so much. I mean, I don’t even know her, but…missing an arm and a leg would make it so she can’t ever really do anything…”
A beat.
“Maybe if there was a child of Hephaestus around, combined with someone who’s good at healing, they could provide her with some sort of mechanical limbs…”
[Okay, I’m being REALLY SILLY here, aren’t I? Not my fault that Varete being outfitted with a mechanical arm and leg (think FMA, but more…geary, more sort of steampunky) and going evil would be pretty awesome.]
((Helloooooo??))
((I’m lurking, if anybody cares, but I have no idea what the cake to do… It seems as though my character may die soon. *ahem* HOMECOMING IS COMING, PEOPLE!! ASK PEOPLE! NOW! Just a public service announcement on behalf of whoever organized this… ))
((I’m here, but Clee (my character) is so far gone I’m not sure where we are…I’d like to continue, though, but I’ll probably have to re-read through this thread first.))
((Well, my character and I are back. You all remember Solon, of course, who talked to exactly zero people and was the son of an obscure Greek deity who I skimmed over a Wikipedia article about.
Oh, reading over the thread I realize someone else took it. But that is fine, because my character is being drastically made over. It won’t harm the plot a bit, since Solon was virtually nonexistent. And 4-5 Greek/Egyptian death gods is enough.
Name: TBA (but not Solon)
Son of Korean deity Chiha Yo Changgun, village guardian and general of the underworld, and a peasant Korean woman
Appearance: medium length black hair, short, grim, usually wearing black t shirt of various band (skulls have been overused in this RPG), wears black skinny jeans, black Converse high-tops
Powers: Unspecified
Personality: quiet, shy, not scared of violence but not violent, sensitive
Background: same as Solon’s except in Korea [if you are interested, look it up in Demigod RPG 1 or 2]))
((Update:
Name: Park (family name) Jook Uh (people can call him Jook, Jook Uh, or Park)
Appearance: always wears a small black and purple bracelet on his wrist, eyeliner
Background: Not the same as Solon’s
He was raised by his peasant mother and met his father only once. Life was hard, but they managed. He doesn’t have the eating problem Solon did, but he is vegetarian.))
((I can’t post until Sudo does…))
((REVIVEREVIVEREVIVE))
(( REVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE))
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE SUDO THIEF BISMARCK LBK SELINIUM(sorry if I spelled that wrong!) MAGO BERRY EVERYONE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS THREAD TO DIE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE. Lune will soon be performing a witchy ritual designed to give her more power. If anyone would like to stop her please feel free to attack. Thank you.))
((You did spell it wrongly, but that’s quite all right. So what else exactly is going on?))
((Well at the moment, we have been back from the disaster of a school trip for about two weeks and homecoming is coming up.))
((Thanks. I’ll post something later – my character hasn’t been seen for a very, very long time…))
Siriana woke up suddenly and cursed as soon as she noticed that Kali was gone. Why did she sleep in? Bad dreams, yeah, but…bad dreams?
stone angels…something about a war…she made a terrible mistake….
She shook her head and dressed quickly, then slipped out the door. She was surprised to find that she was up early–the pre-dawn sky was still purplish grey. The sun would come up soon. What if she turned off the sun someday? Or turned it into a black hole?
“Too crude,” she muttered to herself, and frowned. Something tugged at the edge of her memory. She heard footsteps running behind her, and spun around. To her surprise, it was Ingrid.
“Siriana,” she gasped. “It’s a dream, it’s all a dream. Wake up!” Ingrid smacked her in the face, hard. Siriana grabbed her wrist.
“You really should not have done that,” she snarled.
“You think you’re so powerful, Siri, but you went against my orders. You do remember my name, don’t you? Remember…” And Ingrid collapsed. She came to a few seconds later and sat up slowly.
“What…? Sorry, I don’t know how I got here,” she said, looking at Siriana a bit fearfully.
“What did you mean, I went against your orders?” Siriana asked. She wasn’t scared of Ingrid at all, but she felt oddly guilty. Ingrid looked at her with wide eyes.
“I have no idea,” she said, scrambling to her feet. “Wow. Awkward. Bye, I guess?” Siriana watched her go back to the school, then turned and scowled at the horizon. She should be remembering, but she couldn’t. A headache was coming on.
Ingrid ran up to her room to change her dusty clothes before breakfast. On the way, she ran into Alec.
“Alec!”
“Ingrid? Is that you?”
“Yeah…what’s wrong with you?”
“Where am I?”
“The stairwell, with me, at six fifty-five in the morning. Why are you covered in paint?”
He looked at her in horror. “I have no idea. How did I get here?”
“That’s weird, because I must have slept-walked too because I woke up on the edge of the bluffs.”
“Weird. Sorry, got to go change. See you later!” Ingrid walked into the cafeteria and saw what was painted on the wall in giant black letters.
CASSIEL
((You’re all completely welcome to speculate on who Cassiel is but please don’t start getting messages from sleep-walking people. This plan only involves my people. Please don’t think I’m being snobby! And I’m sorry for being away so long.
P.S. Hi Bismarck!!))
Lune slipped out the door and over into the shade of a sheltering tree; though the sun hadn’t come up yet she didn’t want to take any chances. She looked down at the yellowed piece of parchment she held and took a deep breath, reveling in the fresh, damp scent of the morning. Was she really going to do this- perform unknown magic with just an inkling of what it was going to do? It was risky, stupid, careless…but Lune suddenly didn’t care.
She opened the paper and traced her fingers over the designs that illustrated how to perform it. She doubted it would work for her. She didn’t have very much magic.
She noticed a small lump embedded in the fibers of the parchment, about the size of a small coin, and wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before. Frowning, she turned over the paper and began scratching away the fibers on top of the coin, until it was free. She pulled it out and saw that it was a charm, inscribed with just one line: |.
Lune had no idea what it was, but it gave off a strong vibe of evil. Shivering slightly, she tossed the charm and the paper away from her in one violent motion. She’d have bet her life it was a death charm. She shivered again, wondering who was bound to the charm and what she had to do with it. She felt ashen and shakey, feeling the near-miss she’d had. She fled down the road to the steep cliffs and to the waters of the ocean below, squeezing herself into a crevice and wondering about the charm. She looked out across the small inlet of wet sand, noting the low tide.
She froze. Washed up on the sand was the bloated body of a girl. Her head was bloody.
Far away on the grass, the paper was becoming puffed up with dew as the sun rose. On the back, written in silver print, were four letters: CoTD.
And across the world, Isa was making her way to the charm that lay paitiently in wait for her.
((Let’s assume everyone is up and come down for breakfast.))
“Wow.”
Ingrid and Alec looked up and Meilin, who was staring at them incredulously.
“What?” They asked in unison.
“You two look exactly alike. Same nose, same face, same mouth, same shaped eyes…”
“We don’t look anything alike,” Ingrid said. “I’m blonde, he has black hair, I have blue eyes and he has grey eyes.”
“Yeah, but you’re even built the same. Hey Omorose–don’t you think Ingrid and Alec could be brother and sister?”
Omorose came over and studied them. “Yeah,” she said after a while.”
Alec shook his head and grinned. “Anyway, what do you think of that?” He indicated the giant letters painted on the wall. Meilin shivered.
“It’s creepy,” she said. “I asked Mr. Korlin, and he said he had no idea.”
“It might have just been a meaningless prank,” Omorose said.
“Maybe…,” Alec said, but he didn’t sound sure.
“I feel like I’ve heard that name before,” Ingrid said. “I must have read it somewhere.” She shrugged.
Siriana walked into the dining hall with Kali, who stopped short when she saw the huge letters.
“What?!” Kalie exclaimed, then turned to Siriana. “Does Adrian know about this?”
Siriana wasn’t even paying attention. The letters seemed to burn as she stared at them. CASSIEL. She knew that name–but how did she know it was a name? It chilled her to the core, more so than anything Adrian could concoct.She sat down at the CotD table, whose members seemed rather irritated by the turn of events.
“Do YOU know anything about this?” Eloni demanded when Siriana sat down.
“You should be scared,” Siriana said.
“Why?” James asked.
“I–I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling about this,” Siriana stammered.
“Whoever or whatever this Cassiel is,” Adrian said coolly, “they pose no threat to us. Our plan will move forward.”
That’s what you think, Siriana thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a beautiful girl in a long white dress, but when she turned to look the apparition was gone. She felt a headache coming on.
Mr. Korlin tapped on the microphone a couple of times to get the students’ attention.
“Good morning everyone,” he said when the chatter died away. “As I’m sure you know, the Antediluvian Academy hosts an annual homecoming celebration for our alumni. This is a very important event and it will be held in exactly a week from now.”
The thought of her old tormentors coming back nearly pushed Siriana over the edge. She got up and left quickly, then went to the spot where she kept her sketches. They were drawings of the perfect family she had never had and always wished she could. She flipped through them, but this time the faces seemed more familiar. One face in particular jumped out at her. It was powerful, old, and terribly beautiful: Cassiel.
((what will the theme for homecoming be?))
((Thank you for mentioning my character! I had been wondering how to get back in the story without making it seem awkward. I’ll try to post something soon.))
((SFTDP))
“Who’s that?” Ingrid asked. Alec looked and saw the same girl in white that Siriana saw.
“I don’t see anything,” Meilin said uncertainly.
“She was only here for a second, but she has enough power to destroy the galaxy,” Alec said calmly.
“OK…” Meilin said. “Let’s come back to earth, shall we? Can you help me with this last question on our astronomy homework?”
“Earth?” Ingrid asked. “Why would we go there? We don’t live on Earth.” Then she shuddered. “It’s so hot in here! Why do they have the heating on?”
“It’s perfectly fine in here,” Meilin said with growing alarm.
“Are you kidding?” Alec said. “It’s baking.”
“Alec,” Ingrid said, “I can’t remember my dad. It’s like he never existed.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Meilin cried frantically. “You can’t not remember stuff like that!”
“I was a soccer player and I lived in Vermont but I don’t remember anything before coming here,” Alec said. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them.
“Eliene?” He asked. “We need to get Siriana and then leave.”
“Ingrid isn’t going to last longer,” Ingrid/Eliene said. “Cassiel will get Siriana. She was always stronger than us anyway. Look, she’s over there.”
“You don’t need Siriana, you need to go to the nurse!” Meilin shouted. Ingrid looked at her.
“I’m sorry, Meilin. It was wonderful knowing you, but I don’t think you exist,” she said. At the same moment, she and Alec collapsed.
As a result of the many disasters and accidents that happened at the school, the hospital wing was outfitted with the same kind of equipment found in a hospital ICU.
“I don’t understand,” Nurse Hawkins said to Dr. Korlin. “They’re in perfect health–all their vitals are normal and they have no injuries whatsoever. There’s no consciousness at all; it’s like they’re shells.”
“Meilin said it was like they went crazy,” Dr. Korlin said. “They started talking about this Cassiel and they mentioned Siriana.”
“Do you think she could have anything to do with this?”
“I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. Her power doesn’t work like this. Let me make a phone call.” He dialed a specific number and waited.
“Yes?” A woman’s voice answered. Waves sounded in the background.
“Hello, Ino? I have some very serious news for you, and you need to come to the school as soon as possible.”
Pause. “Why on earth would I do that?” Ino laughed.
“But–your daughter is here, and she’s very–”
“Dr. Korlin, I have no daughter,” Ino said frostily. “Do you really think that after what I’ve been through, I would be interested in any mortal men?” She hung up, and Dr. Korlin was left staring at the phone in disbelief. He dialed another number.
“Ran? Please come to the school, your son Alec–”
“My son who? What are you saying? I have never had a son named Alec.” Ran hung up.
“Glitches,” someone said. Dr. Korlin turned and saw a beautiful girl in a long, white, Napoleonic style dress.
“What do you mean?”
“Seeing as Skandar and Eliene were only meant to be held temporarily, the computer program didn’t create enough history for them. Ingrid and Alec never existed–they’re shells, like that nice lady said.”
“Who are you?” Dr. Korlin whispered.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be leaving soon, once I get Siriana. Bye!” And with that, she faded away.
((So Ingrid and Alec are gone. I’m keeping Siriana, and all will be explained at homecoming (if we ever get there!)))
((Oh no, Ingrid’s gone! Is there anything specific you want my character to do now, or can I just continue writing something?))
((Oh dear. I did not expect that.))
((Selenium–there isn’t really anything she can do, except be sad I suppose. I really am sorry for killing off Ingrid, but I wanted to focus on Siriana.
Errata–Siriana is sticking around, so Kali will still have a roommate.
I CANNOT WAIT FOR HOMECOMING! ))
((Okay, I’ll post something soon just about her being sad, if there’s nothing else she can do until homecoming.))
((Sorry for all the posts, but no one else is writing.))
Siriana traced the pencil faces with shaking fingers. They were all there: Cassiel, Cassion, Gemina, Eliene, Skandar…and her brother, the one who had gotten into this mess. The memories came trickling back slowly. There was a war–yes, a huge war that stretched across the stars. She and her brother rebelled against Cassiel and Cassion by joining the fight, and they took Eliene, Skandar, and Gemina with them. Those three were the weakest and couldn’t fight Siriana and her brother. Gemina managed to escape, though. Cassion came to save them but it was too late, because…because…her mind blanked.
“Siriana?” It was Dr. Korlin. Out of instinct, she reduced the papers to subatomic dust, then grimaced. Oops.
“I don’t know if you were in the dining hall this morning, but something happened to two students, Alec and Ingrid.”
She shrugged. “I don’t even know who they are.”
“They mentioned you at the end, and Cassiel. Do you know who Cassiel is?”
Only the most powerful being in the universe. “No idea. What do you mean, the end?”
“They’re nearly dead. They’re on life support right now.”
“That’s…that’s extremely very not good, I mean that’s bad, right?”
He looked at her suspiciously. “They went mad before they, well, they started calling themselves Eliene and Skandar.”
“Really? That’s weird. Odd names, Skandar and Eliene.” They were here!? Why didn’t I find them?! Have they escaped? Did Cassiel get them!?!?
“If you can tell us anything, Siriana, please do.”
If I did tell you, you would never believe me. “Sure.”
He nodded and walked back into the hall. She followed a few minutes later, then paused at the door to survey the CotD table. Fools. All fools, with their ridiculous soul-sucking tools. She was far older and stronger than they could imagine. She went and sat down with them.
“You OK?” Kali asked dully.
“Yeah, just felt a little light-headed,” Siriana replied, and grinned. “I feel great now.”
Kali:
Breakfast was much better than usual. Everybody was running around like they were idiots, terrified of some random word. They didn’t seem to realize that it was very hard to hurt someone with dried paint. And yet it wasn’t just the goody-two-shoes crowd. Adrian seemed more upset then he let on, and started talking as if this ‘Casiel’ was something more than just a word, Eloni was clearly extremely upset, and even Siriana seemed unbalanced by it.
All of this was extremely amusing. For a moment, I thought of trying the same thing myself, sometime later, but after a moment I decided that if I was going to pull pranks, they would be much more original than that.
I was just finishing breakfast when Siriana came back. She looked much more relaxed than she had when she rushed out.
“You okay?” I asked, caring only slightly what the answer was.
“Yeah, just felt a little light-headed. I feel great now.”
“Great. So what massive attack is on the schedule today?”
“I think the attack has already happened. Did you see those kids that were taken to the hospital wing? They looked totally possessed,” Eloni said. “And I heard a student was found dead on the shoreline this morning. Maybe murdered, maybe suicide. I’m hoping it’s murder, much more dramatic. What do you think?”
I ignored the question. “So the rest of today will probably be filled with seemingly disconnected deaths. This school is a kinda dangerous place to be, isn’t it.”
Adrian scowled. “If you’re squeamish about danger, you can go away right now. Hanging around us is not always safe.”
I got the message: If you want to stay in the CofD, you better tough up and stop whining.
“Whoever said anything about squeamish? I know how to take care of myself, thanks.”
He didn’t look happy at my rebellious tone, but he didn’t say anything further. I pushed my chair back and stood up. I still needed to get my armbands, and if Siriana was out here, I wouldn’t have to risk her waking up at exactly the wrong moment and seeing them.
MEILIN
For two days after Ingrid’s disappearance I sat alone in my room, unmoving, refusing to come out. I didn’t cry, but I didn’t say anything either. Clee came in once but quickly left, and I hadn’t seen her since. Everyone seemed to understand that I wanted to be left alone, and the corridor outside was always silent even though I could hear the footsteps of students passing many times. I don’t think it had sunk in, the fact that my roommate and first friend here was gone, gone forever. I knew what had happened, but I refused to acknowledge it in my heart. To me, Ingrid would always be the same kind and outgoing friend she had always been to me, and that was how I wanted to think of her; not as what she became in her final moments. I was still going to Homecoming, of course – I think Clee would slaughter me if I said I wasn’t going to go – but I needed a few days to adjust to life without Ingrid and accept the fact that she was truly gone.
((So when’s homecoming?))
((Whatever, I guess the Erin and Omorose thing will wait till later.))
Suddenly, there were noises from down the hall. Omorose jumped a bit, for it had been quiet for a while as she and Erin had collected their thoughts.
“Maybe we’d better go,” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” Erin replied in a monotone voice.
Omorose felt uncomfortable all of the sudden, and got up quickly. She knew it was time to go. “Ahm, I’ll see you later. Bye Erin.” She gave him a quick hug and then was gone down the corridor.
She had been walking quickly past freshmen and other unnamed students down the corridor, her face flushed and her mind racing. Someone had seen that stupid kiss. Erin had seen it. She was beyond embarrassed. Not to mention mortified that someone might connect her and James, in that kind of way. Involved with a criminal? Never.
Suddenly, she heard Meilin call out to her. “Hey, Omorose–don’t you think Ingrid and Alec could be brother and sister?†Happy to have some interaction with her friends, she went over to the small walking group and studied Ingrid and Alec side by side. Same eyes, similar noses…”Yeah.” They did look somewhat alike.
“Anyway, what do you think of that?†Alec indicated the giant letters painted on the wall. Meilin looked scared.
“It’s creepy,†she said. “I asked Mr. Korlin, and he said he had no idea.â€
“It might have just been a meaningless prank,†Omorose said, trying to be helpful.
“Maybe…,†Alec said, sounding quite unsure and a bit on edge.
“I feel like I’ve heard that name before,†Ingrid said. “I must have read it somewhere.â€
Omorose was then separated from the group by a swell of people, and was swept into a seat next to Clee. As she sat, she saw someone tall and clad in white flicker through her peripheral vision, but thought nothing of it as she sat down to pancakes.
———————————————————————————————–
Adrian was undisturbed by the commotion over two children losing their minds. Good, he thought to himself. Less work for me.
However, Eloni was chatting with the first years as though it was a big deal. “I think the attack has already happened. Did you see those kids that were taken to the hospital wing? They looked totally possessed,†she quipped, clearly delighted with all the untold bloodshed. “And I heard a student was found dead on the shoreline this morning. Maybe murdered, maybe suicide. I’m hoping it’s murder, much more dramatic. What do you think?â€
One of the first years came back with a remark that sounded like fear. Adrian popped from his thoughts to offer a rebuttal. “If you’re squeamish about danger, you can go away right now. Hanging around us is not always safe.â€
She seemed offended, and left. Adrian shook his head, not caring one way or another.
“So you’re not responsible for this?” James said to him in a low tone.
“For the children who lost their minds? No,” Adrian replied. “Although the effects on them seem similar to soul sucking, the recipients of the pen will not have temporary amnesia. You know that. They will simply drop dead. This is the work of someone else. possibly that Cassiel figure, but it doesn’t matter to me. Lesser opponents can be simply checkmated.” He nonchalantly took a sip of orange juice.
James shook his head. “I don’ think Set will take that lying down.”
“Why should it matter? She can’t compete with me,” Adrian scoffed. “And as for the kids, they’re just two souls. Freshmen souls. Powers that can be acquired elsewhere.”
“And that one girl who drowned,” piped Eloni.
“We can’t do anything about suicide,” James replied. “If they want to finish themselves off before we do, it’s fine.” He muttered to himself darkly.
“Someone’s feeling evil today,” Adrian remarked to James in a tone that was almost proud. “What has sparked the sudden change in attitude?”
“Nothing,” James scowled. “I’m simply living up to my full potential.” he shot a quick, momentarily glance across the dining hall at Omorose, who seemed to be chatting happily with a blond girl seated next to her. She looked happy. Happy. His grip tightened around his glass so much that his knuckles turned white.
“Easy there,” Eloni said, putting her hand softly on his wrist and causing him to jolt back to reality.
“Get off of me,” he yelled, and pushing back his seat, he stormed out of the dining hall through silence and wide eyes and out into the courtyard.
Adrian shook his head. “Whatever. He had better be up and ready by homecoming.”
((Okay, time to work my character in. Anyone up for a conversation, meeting, interaction, whatever with Park Jook Uh?))
((You could have your character meet mine, if that’s okay. She kind of needs to interact with people…))
((Okay. Lune — gothic clothing, suicidal tendencies, socially awkward, right? And where is she?
On an unrelated note, suicidal tendencies is also the name of a band.))
((Yep. She just found Mitzui’s (LBK’s character) dead body (LBK made her commit suicide. No idea why.) and ran back to the school, where she is working on convincing herself that it was a hallucination, and that the charm and the body have absolutely nothing to do with the CoTD.))
((Kezo needs to do something other than sneaking around and killing evil monsters…but I suppose that’s what the homecoming is for. Could your character meet mine, though?))
((It is entirely possible that Jook Uh could meet Kezo well Jook Uh is walking back to his dorm room… feel free to initiate it))
((Okay. Here goes.))
Jook Uh walked down the corridor. The library had proved to be useless, as he expected. Oh well. At least he tried. He knew nothing of his father except the blurb “village guardian and general of the underworld” found on the long list of gods. That was the third time he had found that description. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the girl until they bumped into each other.
“I’m sorry,” Jook Uh said, helping the girl up. She had long hair and eyes as dark as night.
“Oh, um, it’s okay,” the girl replied. It seemed like she felt uncomfortable talking to him. “My name is Lune.”
“I’m Park Jook Uh,” he said.
“Well, uh, nice to meet you,” Lune said, again sounding nervous.
“Nice to meet you too,” Jook Uh said.
They fell into an awkward silence.
((I had them bump into each other because if they’re both kind of loners than they probably wouldn’t talk if they passed in the hall.
Mikazuki, it’s your call: they can talk more or just walk away.))
((Forgot to add to character description: Park Jook Uh is 15 too))
“Why can you see me?” Lune blurted out, then immediately felt like she shouldn’t have asked. Park Jook Uh looked confused.
“Um…you’re just there.”
“No, no…wait, look over there.” She pointed to a spot a few feet away. Park looked over. “What..?” Then he looked back. She was gone. Then, she was there again.
“My fading still works, anyway…” She muttered, then looked up. “Sorry. Anywaynicemeetingyoubye.” She slunk away.
Siriana could not resist a snicker when she heard Adrian say, “Lesser opponents can be checkmated.” Playing games was not Cassiel’s style. She was either merciful, or she was not–no in-between. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone tall and white just for a second. Speaking of mercy…
Run.
She quietly pushed away from the table, then sped out the door. She flew past James as he stormed out of the building and ran to the woods. She would escape the school through them. Just as she reached the treeline, she slammed into a an invisible wall.
“What the…?”
They weren’t trees. They were pixelated, painted trees on a flat surface, just like in a computer game. A cricket hopped past her foot and into the forest as if the wall wasn’t there. She watched its progress in disbelief. An early morning hunting group was heading into the forest, and they too walked into the woods without any trouble. She touched the wall and sent a jolt of power into it, dissolving the screen. Beyond it was absolute blackness.
“Don’t DO that,” A voice commanded, and she felt an electrical shock run through her. For a second, she saw a white room full of wires, screens, and buttons, and then she was back at the school. She staggered to her feet. Classes started in a few minutes, and for now it was best to keep up appearance. She glimpsed Kali briefly but could not have cared less about what she was doing. She had her own problems to worry about.
((All this is literally in Siriana’s head (and in Alec and Ingrid’s, if they had known). YOU all are not in a computer game. Well, sort of but not really. Everything will get explained at homecoming.))
Can I make a character?
Evan If i cant i am any way and pie girl I belive I know You!!
Name: Selena Lark
Child of: random guy and Athena
height: 5 ft 6
age: 12
power: to turn in to owl extremely smart
weakness: not good around aything that eats owls, can’t control when she becomes owls.
hair color: black with silvery blond streaks
personality: smart and witty
Hi! You must be new to MuseBlog. You’re perfectly welcome to join this RPG as long as you go along with the storyline and use proper grammar, spelling and punctuation. If you have any questions go to the Welcome Neophytes page. Feel free to visit other threads. Welcome again and pies!
(Selena Lark introduction)
Selena looked out of the window. The owl was looking at her. Strange… owls only came out at night, didn’t they?
“Selena! Here! Now!” The voice of her cruel foster father rang up the stairwell.
The owl gestured to her. Could owls gesture? This one did.
She knew what she had to do.
Slowly and deliberately, Selena opened the window, feeling the cool breeze against her face. She stepped onto the windowsill…
and jumped.
Suddenly, her arms were wings, her mouth was a beak. Her skin was covered by a layer of feathers. Instinctually, she glided on the air.
The owl flew in front of her and she followed.
She did not know where she was going, but it had to be better than where she had come from.
Sorry, didn’t mean to type that, Flame. You can use that if you want. I just had this burst of inspiration when I read your character’s description. Apologies again!
((Did I kill this thread?))
VARETE
I awoke slowly, blinking-
oh god I can’t feel my left side what’s going on am I dead-
And the nurse looks at me. “Oh, good, you’re awake! You’ve been out for a while, miss Teris!”
“Why…why can’t I feel my side?” I can only rasp, coughing as my throat feels dry.
“Oh, you were in an accident a little while ago and lost an arm and a leg!” As soon as I stare at her, ready to shout, she continues. “Someone came in and fitted you with a prosthetic arm and leg-I don’t know who, but they must have been very talented, for you’re already using them naturally-”
At that point, I cut her out, choosing to look at my new limbs. I can’t tell what they’re made out of – not metal (would rust in this school easily, rivers and streams everywhere), but it’s not flesh and blood – and it disturbs me far too much. The fingers bend as they should, but the metallic joints are free of casing and too visible; and the leg moves like it’s real – and I can’t feel it can’t feel it –
and it kicks in. And I can feel a slight touch of cold in my left arm and leg, and I simply begin to sob, the battle’s adrenaline mixed with the tiredness of waking up fading away.
And someone walks in, and I can only make a sound low in my throat (growling, almost); because Varete Teris the third-year is not allowed to be weak! Even through this arm looks almost metallic, it can’t be – even though it looks like automail from that show I used to like, it can’t be – because most metals, even godly ones, are prone to rusting quickly here.
[HEY ANYBODY
THAT’S A CUE for someone to walk into the hospital wing in case you couldn’t tell!]
She could afford to cut class, Siriana decided. She had to go see Ingrid and Alec. She walked into the hospital wing, where it seemed the last of the survivors was lying. Or twitching. Crying, rather. She recognized the girl as the one who caused havoc at the freshman party. Siriana still had a little revenge planned, but this was not the time. Alec and Ingrid’s bodies were still hooked up to machines at the back of the room behind a curtain. She pulled aside the curtain and went to look at them.
“What are you doing here?” the other girl asked. Siriana ignored her. She looked down at the still bodies of her family members.
They actually do look like Eliene and Skandar. Just like Cassiel looks like that one girl… She fought back a surge of bitterness. Why didn’t I notice it before? Then again, what would I have done? It’s my fault I got them here, but I didn’t remember anything. I hate Cassiel. I only did this because I loved her–”
“Hey,” the other girl said, dragging herself out of bed. One side of her seemed to be made out of metal.
((That OK, Thief of Light?))
((Yeah, it’s fine!))
VARETE
“Hey,” I only hiss, narrowing my eyes (my throat is dry but it only seems to make me less human) and wiping the tears away with my still-real right hand, “I asked you a question!” She seems to be a bit surprised at my metallic limbs, just as I was, and (wait why am I saying this I’m not this rude this isn’t me) I have to comment one thing.
“They your family? You cared about them? Too f***ing bad.”
And I seize up for a second after saying that, fighting with my traitorous body that’s being exactly me as it always is, but it’s not me, I’m not cruel…
but I am cruel, aren’t I? Why did I never join the darker demigods? I can’t remember for the life of me. It feels right to taunt her, to mock her; even though that’s not how mother ever asked me to act. But it feels so right to treat her as lesser, as lower…
((Bad idea.))
“They your family? You cared about them? Too f***ing bad.”
Siriana felt as if her heart had stopped. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It is too bad.” The girl yelled as the bed dissolved beneath her, dropping her to the floor, then watched in horror as the new metal limbs began to slowly disintegrate.
“Take it back,” Siriana said.
“**** no,” Varete snarled.
“I said, take it back.”
“Go die.”
Siriana cocked her head, smiling. “You want to lose an arm again? Believe me, it would be my pleasure…” By now Varete’s hand was nearly gone. Her face twisted in pain.
“Fine. Sorry,” she said insincerely. Instantly, the hand reappeared, almost as good as new. She flexed the fingers; they felt stiff. Siriana walked away without a second glance. “Earthlings,” she muttered under her breath. I miss my family. Then she smirked. If only my brother were here… As a parting shot, she extinguished all the lights in the hospital room.
((Aaaahh it feels so weird to write an evil character!! This is not my personality at all! I’m nice in real life.))
((Bad idea.))
“They your family? You cared about them? Too f***ing bad.”
Siriana felt like her heart had stopped. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It is too bad.”
The girl yelled as the bed under her vanished, dropping her to the floor. She watched in horror as her metal limbs slowly began to disintegrate.
“Take in back,” Siriana said in the same quiet voice.
“**** no,” Varete snarled.
“I said, take it back.”
“Go die.”
Siriana cocked her head, smiling. “You want to lose your limbs again? It would be my pleasure.” Nearly half of Varete’s arm was gone.
“Fine,” she said, her face twisting in pain. “Sorry,” she said insincerely. Her arm rematerialized, and she flexed the fingers. Practically good as new. All the lights went out, and Siriana walked to the door.
“Earthlings,” she muttered. I miss my family. Then she smirked. If only my brother was here…
((AAAAH It’s so bizarre to write an evil character!! I am much nicer in real life, I swear!))
((Cough))
((Be quiet, you. ))
((Sorry for double posting. It didn’t look like my post went through, so I sent it again. Disregard the first post, please.))
[This is, obviously, all Varete’s fault. SHE MAKES THINGS GROW
OBVIOUSLY YOUR POST WENT THROUGH MITOSIS
OBVIOUSLY
Oh, god, there is no way Siriana and Varete will ever get along. I can see them just having glaring matches over breakfast.]
((Sorry to barge in here but can I have a plot synopsis so I can properly join? Possibly? Or is the plot too thick right here?))
((Basically, all the characters are students (and some teachers) at the Antediluvian Academy, the academy for demigods. We all went on a field trip, headed by the possessed teacher Mr. Fenlauten, that ended up being a fight with a bunch of monsters. And there was a mudslide. All this was after we all got attacked by a bunch of bird-monsters. There seems to be a lot of monsters.
The evil in the RPG is the innocuously named Council of the Dead, or CotD. Headed by Adrian (son of Set?) they are always up to something. And that something isn’t a surprise birthday party or a secret cookie recipe. It’s something bad.
Currently, homecoming is coming up, even if people are already home, and there is a dance. (Now, other demigods, correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t exactly zero people asked others to the dance?) So be prepared.))
((Ok. I feel that this thread went through stages:
1: Pre-Beginning Stage. Rapid character creation and development. Many people had more than one demigod; some had 3 or 4. Thread is popular.
2: Beginning Stage/Golden Age. Rapid plot development. Despite large numbers of characters, thread thrives, and the plot quickly moves forward. New characters are added, and thread remains popular.
3: Oh no! We have too many characters! Stage. There are 30+ characters in the thread, and cuts begin. Disasters and disappearances ensue. Plot still developing, bolstered by said disasters. Thread losing popularity.
4: Current/Stagnation Stage. Cuts have lessened amounts of characters, but thread is barely moving forward. Character population is steady, as new demigods step in and others are discontinued. Popularity hits rock-bottom.
5: Hypothetical Rebirth Stage*: New characters push RPG forward, well old ones return and the thread’s plot begins to move forward. Popularity rises.
6: 6 is the new 2/Second Golden Age*: Building on momentum from previous stage, the Demigod RPG is flourishing. Plot is moving steadily, characters are changing and doing EPIC stuff with their EPIC demigod powers. Popularity hits upper limits and promptly breaks them. Shatters them, I should say. It sounds more dramatic.
7: See 6*
8: See 7*
9: See 8*
10: Assimilation Stage*. Thread is so powerful it begins to take over other threads. Our Reclusive Gardens is the first to go, followed soon by Books and Reading. Eventually, even Muse Academy RPG and Bunny Apocalypse succumb. Demigod RPG has conquered all of MuseBlog. “Welcome, Neophytes!” now reads “Welcome, Demigods!”
11: Assimilation Stage, Part 2*: Demigod RPG begins to spread to other websites. First noticed when an article for the New York Times starts to go off on a rant about manticores, preventative measures are taken. The Demigod RPG cunningly annexes Google and Bing, giving it nearly unlimited searching power. Using the search engines, it quickly finds foils to the defenses of the New York Times. Nothing can stop it…
12: It’s a small world…Stage*: Too small, in fact. After the Demigod RPG takes over the World Wide Web, it moves on to computers, then household appliances, etc. Included in that etc. was human beings. The Demigod RPG cannot be restrained by the restraints of the planet. On November 15, 2015, little green men watch as a giant thunderbolt with the initial “Z” comes down from the sky, crushing the Mars Rover. Their initial feelings of rejoice (serves them right for spying on us, they said) are crushed by lightning too, as Mars is the first non-Earth victim.
13: Not Done Yet Stage*: Solar systems fall by the dozen. Galaxies are conquered. It’s only a matter of time before the universe goes.
14: A Matter of Time*: Disregard the last sentence of Stage 13.
*This hasn’t happened… yet.
((Sorry… this is what happens when I’m assigned a long history paper.))
((*Laughs histerically* *Snickers* *rolls eyes*
This thread looks fun! Can I join? Maybe as a son of Hecate (Greek goddess of Magic)))
We already have a daughter of Hecate (Mikazuki’s character, Lune), but you are welcome to join. We have duplicates of other gods, too, so you probably can be Hecate’s son. I’d check with someone else, though.
((Hmm. *Goes to look up long list of mythological gods* Maybe a son of Hephaestus? I don’t see any of those on the thread, apart from a time you needed a prosthetic limb…))
((That should be fine. I think mas0n was before he left, but that doesn’t matter.))
[[I think, counting both inactive and active characters, we had four daughters of Bast/Bastet…it was both amusing and very, very contrived.]]
Pretty Kitty, Phat Cat, Ferocious Feline, and Courageous Cougar?
((The dark side it is then! I just wanted to make sure that there was enough good characters to account for the evil ones. The dark side can be very tempting ))
((Excellent. Character Bio:
Name: KA, Koko, whatever you want to call me that I’ll recognize
Appearance: Callused hands and feet, tan skin with blue eyes and black hair. I’m about average height, with a strong upper body build but weaker lower body. I constantly carry around a backpack with a hammer, screwdriver, a few rubber bands, a bunch of nuts bolts, screws, lighters, matches, and other various building utensils
Parentage: Hephaestus and random woman somewhere that I never met
Powers: Can build almost everything out of almost anything, can minorly control fire, but it has to be already built, and no huge fireballs or anything.
Weaknesses: Water, in excessive amounts (like swimming or having water splashed on me), makes my brain go foggy and occasionally I’ll pass out. I have never learned to swim. (I also don’t need as much water in my body to survive)
Personality: Impulsive and gung-ho, he doesn’t shirk from any challenge, unless it involves water. Gets along OK with other demigods, but refuses to asociate with Poseidon or any of his offspring.))
[[Aaand Varete probably likes him if he built her robotic limbs. what do you mean she is evil, she is allowed to like useful people
COME TO THE DARK SIDE, KOKO
WE HAVE SHORT (currently) EVIL 14-YEAR-OLDS WHO WANT YOU TO BE THEIR PERSONAL SERVANT FOREVER]]
((Hmmm The dark side sounds fun… How many people are on the dark side as of now? (that are active). And how many good?))
*is confused*
GAPAs, I posted a character bio here maybe an hour ago, along with some other relatively meaningless posts on other threads? Is there a reason they haven’t shown up yet? Some of my other posts that I posted later showed up, but not this one.
KA:
For some reason, many of your posts go straight to the spam filter. It has nothing to do with their content. We try to rescue them as quickly as possible, but we don’t always see them as quickly as we see the other ones waiting to be moderated.
((OK, I’ll be more patient in the future. Chances are the ones that go to the spam filter are the ones I do while logged on, since those are the ones that don’t say they are awaiting moderation))
((May I join? Probably as the daughter of some Japanese deity…))
[fireh fireh fireeeeeeeh
Weren’t you on here earlier? Perhaps we could make sisters…Rajin and Fujin could be fun gods to work with…but twin androgynous Inari-spawn would be cool too!]
[Ignore my spellingfail on Rajin, too: it’s Raijin. XD CAN YOU FEEL MY EXCITEMENT]
Yay for Asian gods! Mine is Chiha Yo Changgun! (Korean)
((Mine’s Chinese! Speaking of which, I need to post more. :/)
((No, I wasn’t, and I was actually thinking either Kami-Kaze for awesomeness or Hoso-No-Kami for comedic effect (Hoso-No-Kami is the god of smallpox. ^_^ And Kami-Kaze is the god of wind, storms, and vicious cold weather.)))
[[Kami-Kaze would definitely be cool! They’d get to do the windy thing.
I still like the idea of androgynous identical children of Inari, though.]]
((You can do that yourself. I’m doing a daughter of Kami-Kaze, and she’s an only child as far as her mortal mother’s children go. Plus, I’m considering having her mother abandon her/die when she’s really young.))
((I am almost addicted to creating character profiles. I have no idea why… but now I have an extremely detailed character, so that’s good. I think.
Name: Akiko Tsuga  (Yay, personal private jokes xD)
Age: 14Â
Daughter of Kami-Kaze (Shinto deity of wind, storms, and viciously cold weather)
Physical appearance/characteristics: Short (4’6″), extremely skinny, long appendages, Asian-ey skin color, superdark brown hair that looks like black most of the time that is waist-length and tied up in the back with a black ribbon and short and falling in her face in the front in an emo-ey style, dark brown eyes with one pupil larger than the other so they look different shades, and a ring of black around the irises, wears black skinny jeans and hakama-style black and navy blue top, red hachimaki, usually barefooted but when forced to wear shoes wears black hi-top Converse, black flip-flops with silver straps, or black boots.Â
Personality: Snarky, with a twisted sense of humor, emo, nature child, inferiority complex, extremely introverted and insecure, sensitive, highly tuned to other people’s feelings due to having had severe asthma, allergies, and lactose intolerance all her life, very fierce when provoked, loves to argue, extremely loyal to the few people she considers friends.Â
Background: Hikari’s human mother died when she was four. Kami-Kaze put her into the custody of one of his demigod sons, a martial arts master who taught Hikari karate and kendo, both of which she is very advanced in. The martial arts master died in an advanced kendo tournament that used real katanas when Hikari was fourteen and her demigod powers were just starting to develop, and so now she’s at Antediluvian Academy (she’s almost fifteen now.) She has never had any real friends, and doesn’t really know how to act like a normal-ish teenager. She read a lot of books in both Japanese and English when she didn’t have anything else to do, and is very smart because of this. At school she was in choir, and loves to sing. ))
((Ugh. I kept writing Hikari instead of Akiko. WHAT. I don’t even… ignore that. Where it days Hikari, it’s supposed to say Akiko.))
((Asian-ey? Emo-ey? Nice adjectives ))
((My tactic is just taking words and sticking -ey on the end. *is pathetic*))
((Oh, nonsense. The GAPA hereby forbids fireandhemlock from referring herself as “pathetic,” a word that in no way describes her.))
It was a compliment.
((Actually I’m changing her parentage. Her father is a shinigami and her mother is human but descended from a child of Ko-No-Hana, the goddess of spring. Because of this, her powers are a little a bit weird. The two opposing genes clash against each other, causing powers to be reversed. She can control fire and ice/snow (shinigami destruction clashing against Ko-No-Hana’s springtime rain) and heal people (Shinigami death magic warped by Ko-No-Hana).
Is that too Mary Sue-ish?))
((Same appearance and characteristics?))
((Pretty much, yeah.))
*coughcanwedosomethingnowcough*
Sorry that I haven’t added anything new for son long. So Agent Lightning, I love your idea. I dicided to change here a little bit so here is the new profile.
Name: Demidus Lake
Child of: Unknown mother and Apollo
Height: 5 ft 6
Age:12
Power: can play ay instruments.
Weakness: can’t track things at all and can’t help singing when she hears any songs she likes.
Hair Color: Black with silvery blond hair.
Personality: smart, witty, and creative
Sorry forgot to put the “n” in any.
Why did I mess up the word soon with son? Why am I so excited I keep forgetting to say Demidus likes to be called Demi and Demidus is Latin for half?
Demi
The only thing I own is a violin. I am orphan. I knew my mom for four years. I found a school that will let an orphan go there and provide a place to stay that is not an orphanage. Right now I am packing.
Demi
The orphanage driver just dropped me off at the school. I walked into the school. A lady greeted me and gave me a room number. A lot of people kept saying, “Apollo kid,” to me. These people are crazy. Greek gods real? Ha.
[ Could someone please offer to room with Demi. Pie Girl if you come on and have any ideas please tell me.]
[ Gosh, now I realize that I added an “e” in her to spell here. Dang it really was not my night.]
((Flame: you are doing excellent for someone who has not been on the blog much, and I love your character idea. However, you should probably try reading the HG2MB, and the rules page. Try to include everything you’re trying to say in one post, to avoid double posting, and if you accidently leave something out, say SFTDP (Sorry for the double post). Also, in RPGs, something that is not a part of the story, like a character bio or other posts should be surrounded by double parentheses (()). Any other questions that you have can easily be answered on the neophytes thread by any of the nice people on this blog.))
[ Is any one here alive. It’s like no one will come on because I came back on. Fang cakes, I hope that’s not why. Pie Girl, at least you could grace me with you presence.]
[[Thanks for the advice Koko’s Apprentice!!]]
((No problem!))
((JOINING!!))
((Name: Daniella Robertson (Dan for short)
Daughter of: Artemis and someone else.
Powers: Shape-shifting and talking to animals.
Appearance: 5 foot 8, long wavy-curly reddish blonde hair. Long legs, long arms. Big hands which combined with proportionally skinny wrists look WEIRD.]
Personality/character quirks: fights with a dagger, talks to self, uses sarcasm, likes to write, loses important things, plays the saxophone. Is vegetarian because of aforementioned animal connections.))
DANIELLA
“Okay,” I told myself. “No big deal. Just walk in and introduce yourself. They’re used to people like you. Probably.”
I stared over at another obviously new kid. She looked around my age, and seemed lonely. I trotted up to her. “What’s up?” I asked.
“I have no idea,” she replied, “except that everyone here seems to think Greek myths are real. And, you know, magic and stuff.”
“Really?” I replied, unsure whether to reveal my talents to anyone.
“Yeah. By the way, I’m Demi. Any idea where room 5024 is?”
“I’m Daniella. My room number is…” I realized I didn’t have one. “Um…” Even after checking in, I still didn’t have somewhere to stay.
“You could room with me.”
And with that, we were friends.
((How am I doing? This OK with you, Flame?))
((my entry into the plotline. I’ve decided to be neutral on the good evil spectrum, for now))
KOKO
I walk into a big room, looking around. Then I look to see Demi and Dan standing over in the middle of the room talking. I walk up to them,
“Hi! I’m new here. Does anyone know where I’m supposed to go?
“We’re new here too”
“Oh. Well, I need a roommate”
“Sorry, we’re already rooming together”
“OK, that’s fine, I can find a roommate somewhere else”
I walk around the hallways, looking for an office or somewhere to find out what’s going on, when I bump into a short asian girl.
“Hi” I say, wondering who she is.
((I’m going to end this post here. Fireh, if you want to continue the conversation, go ahead))
((Bismark, I need ye! I’m not good at posting other people…))
I give the person who bumped into me a fierce glare, then realize that I probably don’t want to make enemies before I even know what this stuff about demigods is. “Um, hi. I’m Tsuga Akiko. I’m new here, do you have any idea where I need to be right now?” I ask. “Also why do people keep saying stuff about demigods? I am really confused right now.” I add thoughtfully.
((Yes, I know I said Akiko Tsuga before, but I wasn’t thinking when I did that, the family name comes before the first name in Japanese culture.))
VARETE
There’s little reason for me to stay in here, anyway; what with the limbs being replaced and all. I leave the infirmary, return to my room; and throw on a dark green tee with black jazz pants. Perhaps it’s not the most COLORFUL ensemble, true, but it’s simply just a bit darker than what I’ve always worn. And it feels better on my fake automail arm to have it uncovered…I’ll allow that for now, but my leg needs to stay covered; the sight of metal instead of flesh on half my limbs is a little upsetting for even me!
Oh, a group of little firsties – and one definitely doesn’t know what she’s doing here. Actually, make that all of them. Immediate response: SNARK. “You dunno what you’re doing here? Not gonna last a day, are you four? Pathetic.” Hand on hip is the follow-up, and I roll my eyes. Two of them are shorter than me, being first-years to my third-year 5’4 (skinny as hell) frame, whereas the other two…I can’t even figure out how old they are, but they each dwarf me by at least two inches.
Oh well! At least my automail arm should throw them off; clue them in that this isn’t a school for the insane. You don’t see that every day on a 14-year-old girl, do you?
“Oh, and you know everything, do you? You know what? I don’t think you do. Either stop acting like me, or tell us what the cake is going on RIGHT NOW.” I snark right back, ignoring the fact that I don’t even come up to the other girl’s shoulder. “I’m Tsuga Akiko, by the way. Not very nice to meet you.”
The girl smirks at me. “A polite little firstie, aren’t you?” she sneers. I roll me eyes. “I’ll bet you that I’m a lot older than you think I am.”
“Oh? What’re the stakes?”
“You telling us what the cake this school is, where we need to go, what the weird stuff about some demigod cake is, and being nice and giving us a tour of the places we need to be able to find.” I list off, smirking back. She considers it.
((ToL- Aki is 4’6″ and fourteen, btw. So if Varete accepts, she probably won’t get it right.))
((Hello all! I’m glad to see some life back in this thread. It’s regrettably the only one I ever consistently post on.
I do need some suggestions from the narrative powers at be, though, as I have no idea what I want to do with my character.
I was thinking of attempting to erase my actions in post 45 as they destroyed what creative juices I had, but as for continuing…I need some help.))
((Hi!
((Well, there’s been a mystery attack on Ingrid and Alec (hah) and someone just committed suicide. If you still want to break up the CotD, you could suggest that they’re losing their grip and that the attacks came from outside sources. Letting Adrian know that his right-hand man is in love with Omorose is still a good way to cause drama. You could still send in Kezo to find out what they’re up to.
Or if you’re really bored, Terrance could run into Siriana. *evil laughter*))
((in good time vanilla…in good time…))
((Thief of Light–Could Varete have skin grow over the metal limbs since she deals with growth? I was just wondering.))
[I figure, they’re new; they’re first-years no matter their age. Varete started at the Academy when she was eleven, but some start older or younger.
XD But there’s no way Varete’s going to guess right.
@Vanilla: when there’s nothing left to work with, she can’t. The original limbs are entirely replaced with automail, anyway. Why do you ask?]
VARETE
I roll my eyes. Seriously, she can’t be older than eleven. I was that short when I was nine! “Fine. But I’m taking the tour part out of it.” Eh, I’ll probably guess wrong; nobody ever asks that if they look their age! Hey, it gives me an opportunity to grow my hair out again; most of it got torn off/burned off when I lost my limbs.
“You’re ten or something, right?”
“Not even close! I’m fourteen.”
“Eh, fiiiiine. Anyway, this is the Antediluvian Academy, the only actual school for demigods.” I mutter something along the lines of ‘can’t even save a single student‘ under my breath and clench my metal hand into a fist, and then go back to telling her. “Demigods, as you idiots have probably guessed, are produced when gods interbreed with mortals. You’re demigods, I’m a demigod…” I concentrate on my hair, causing the deep brown curly waves to grow another inch or two (so that they can cascade over my shoulders); “and I have no clue where the h*ll you’re supposed to go. I’ve been here for a few years, being a firstie isn’t really a memory at this point!”
That’s not as much info as they need, but I don’t feel like telling. Secrets can grow, too, and so can feelings…I just haven’t tried that out yet.
(( I would like to join, I have a profile that I already had in my notebook,
Name: Grye (pronounced Ger-rye)
Parentage: Son of Aeolus and a mortal Tornado Chaser
Appearance: Grye is a tall, lanky youth with tousled black hair.
Background: He was in the American Midwest chasing a tornado with his mom when a second rouge tornado swept up the van. Gyre saw his mother die before his eyes and then blacked out. The winds set him down at the Antediluvian Academy with memories of his parentage.
Powers and Skills: Grye is sensitive to atmospheric changes and weather. He has innate fighting abilities and can occasional form the winds into a shield.
I think that he can join in being new, because of the tornado setting him down. ))
((Great! I still need a roommate. Want to room with me?))
((Sure, but who is your person’s parent? Mine is Greek, can we do that?))
((Koko happens to be a son of Hephaestus, so you’re all set.))
((Mine’s Greek too. Hephasteus, god of the forges and fire, the blacksmith of the gods.))
((SFTDP, a son of Hephasteus, not the god himself, just to avoid confusion))
((SFTDP))
KOKO
I glare at TOL.
“Now look,” I say menacingly, unfazed by her cocky attitude, “We asked a simple question, and if its not in your brain power to give us a simple answer, you can leave. Any questions?”
“There is no way that I will allow myself to be pushed around like this on my first day. If they label me as a weakling now, I’m done for. I have to fight back, not let this girl push me around.” I think to myself bitterly, already reaching for my hammer, which I keep easily accesible, “If she thinks she can take me down, she’s got another thing coming”
((Um. We have characters. Some people have more than one. So you didn’t glare at Thief of Light. You glared at Varete. And you might want to go by something other than Koko to avoid confusion.))
[Yeah – I used to play a completely silly amount of characters, but my only character currently is Varete – and her profile is completely outdated. XD I’m not playing a selfinsert~]
((Sorry about that. I guess I’ll call my character… Forham, a combination of forge and hammer))
((May I join as Poseidon?))
[The god?
…Yeah, no. Not in a million years. A son (or daughter) of his, sure, but not the actual god.]
((What about my name?))
[Neptune is an allowable name. No more. Poseidon = Neptune, as they are the same god.]
((Yes, I = Poseidon.))
[Look.
I’m not trying to be rude here, but here’s a fact:
You are not allowed to play a god. You can play one of their half-human, half-god/goddess children. You don’t seem to be getting that.
…Either that, or I’m sleep-deprived and reading you as an idiot when in fact you’re just saying a fact about names. Sorry, if that’s the case.]
((Dan/Daniella is thirteen.))
I lose track of the conversation (as far as I can tell, it’s going snark, smirk, snark, snarl, yell) and tune into the minds of animals around me. I focus on the birds, which give me an areial view of the school.
Hey! I’ve never seen those creatures before!
“Dan.” Demi is shaking my arm. “We’re leaving now.”
((fyi: I won’t be able to post as much for a while, just letting you know.))
What definition of demigod are we going by? Is a demigod a son/ daughter of a god, or a minor deity. Can I join as Ooba en’s self, or must I be one of en’s relations/avatars? Now just seemed like a good time to join, since Neptune is too.
[A goddess or god. Minor deities (like Hercules?) is not allowed~]
((ON WITH THE PLOTTTTTTTTTT!!))
((Well, I’m not advancing the plot, but I am setting up my character within the plotline))
FORHAM
I give one last glare at Varete then stalk off, still fuming a little. I soon run into another person in the hall.
“Might as well see if there are any nice people here” I think grimly, then go talk to the person
“I’m Forham,” I say, sizing him up, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Grye,” Grye says, and I feel a draft coming in from somewhere.
“Must be the cold air,” I think, then say “How did you get to the Antedivulian Academy? You seem new here too”
“You don’t want to know, trust me,”
“Try me.” I say flatly. “I’ll believe anything, with what I’d already seen”
((Got to go, FR, go ahead and continue the conversation if you want))
Park Jook Uh:
Continuing down the corridor, I saw Varete giving some new students a hard time. I’m not getting into that argument, so I try to avoid eye contact and walk past them. However, as Varete walks off ((does Varete walk off? If not, pretend I didn’t write that)) the demigods still look confused. Sighing, I decide to do my give my karma a boost and answer their questions.
((Anyone want to continue?))
After Forham walks off to go talk to someone else, I just stand in the same spot, looking around and trying to figure out which way to go. As I inspect the various hallways suspiciously, I notice an Asian boy walking past. I leap into action. “Could you please help me?” I ask pleadingly. He looks down at me, then sighs. “I guess.” he says slightly reluctantly. “Is what that girl said really true? Are we really all demigods or whatever? Can you tell me where I need to go from here?” I fire off questions rapidly. He blinks at me, then sighs again. “Sure. Come on, it’s this way.” he motions for me to follow, and I do, trying my hardest to keep all my questions in so that I don’t annoy him.
((Sorry if I wrote him out of character…))
((You didn’t write him out of character. Depressed, bored, lost in thought, sighs a lot. Yay.
The only problem is that I have no idea where we are going.))
((Registration place? Offices? Somewhere that a source of authority can be found?))
((Here we go.))
Park Jook Uh
“Have you checked in yet?” I asked. The girl shook her head. “Well, that’s where you need to go.” As we walk through the corridors, I begin to answer her questions. I doubt I’ll finish. “Yes, we all are demigods.” I say. “We all have powers, too, based on our parentage. For example, Varete can make things grow, because she is a daughter of Maia, the goddess of growth.” “How do we know who our parents are?” came the question as soon as I finished speaking. “Usually, we don’t unless they tell us,” I replied. “You might get some hints from your powers, though.”
((Fireh, they can reach the checking-in lady now or continue talking.))
“What if I don’t have powers?” I ask worriedly. The boy glances down at me. “If you’re here, you’re bound to have powers. Don’t worry.”
I consider this. “But what if I don’t actually belong?” my forehead wrinkles as I think. He looks at me again, exasperated. “Stop making a mountain out of a molehill, kid.”
I bristle, momentarily distracted from my worries. “I’m not a kid!” I protest. His mouth twitches. “Surely you’re no older than eleven?”
“I’m fourteen, thanks very much.” I roll my eyes. He looks startled for a brief moment, and my mouth twitches a bit as well. “Are there many Asians here?” I change the subject. He considers it. “Not that many, no. Which country are you from?”
“Japan. You?”
“Korea.”
“Ah.” I look upwards, noting the Korean features. “I could have guessed.”
He smirks slightly. “You aren’t so bad for being completely new.”
I laugh softly. “If all the normal people around here are like the other girl I met, I’d have to say you’re not so bad either.”
His mouth twitches noticeably this time. “My name’s Park Jook Uh.” he tells me. I grin. “Tsuga Akiko. You can just call me Aki. Friends?” I ask shyly.
((Aki needs friends. She’s emo and that plus her snarky personality probably will gain her more enemies than friends, but I think Park Jook Uh and Akiko would make an interesting duo. Or not. Whichever.))
((Jook Uh needs friends, too. Plus, they may have the most exotic names of all the demigods. ))
“Friends,” I confirm. The check-in desk lady, as I have come to call her, looks up, and I stop. “Here’s where you need to go,” I say. “See you around.”
((Everyone who at one point may interact with Park Jook Uh: his name is Jook Uh. Park is his family name. People call him Jook Uh.))
VARETE
SNARK SNARK SNARK SNARK oh they’re gone.
Whatever.
I just decide to stand around and harass anyone who comes by! Good job, right?
I set down my bags in my room and look around. Nice view…
Since there’s nothing else to do, I stand on the windowsill, grow tail feathers, and fly away.
((SFTDP: Not away forever, just scouting out the grouds. Sorry, should have cleared that up.))
FORHAM
I walk into my room with Grye, taking in the view. I look at my half of the room. Plain white wall, basic bed with thick covers. I tear off all but a sheet. As the son of the god of fire, I don’t get cold much. I stare at the boring walls one more time, then start pounding nails in the wall. When I’m done, I hang up all my various tools on the wall, then grab my hammer and go to find the forge. If there isn’t a forge, then I’ll make one.
((Does the school have a forge?))
My character profile: (sorry to interrupt the plot)
name:Aewyn (pronounce this however you like. I don’t care)
personality: Spacey, rather disconnected from the world, lots of random quirkiness
Quirks: Strong affinity to purple stuff, utterly ambiguously gendered (You’ll never know!)
Back story: Just…showed up one day…doesn’t know how, or where from. No one actually sure if Aewyn knows anything. Total amnesia? Either way, somehow they found you guys, and seems to have some clue about the demigod thing…
Powers: Not really known. Seems pretty lucky though…
(( Anyone who could give me a space to work myself into the plot would be appreciated, since I’m a tad lost. I’ll catch on soon, but for now I just need a way in. Anyone want, a new friend, roommate or whatever?))
((Parentage?))
That remains a mystery, but it may be fairly evident from my blogname.
[…Your blogname is the name of a Mexican resturant. That’s not helping at all.]
((Son/Daughter of Burrito, the god of beans?))
((Oooh Aztec.))
Really? Where? I must alert the cult of Ooba and go there. I love when i find random things with Ooba names!
((Park Jook Uh’s powers are that he can summon ghosts who can either a) impart wisdom and give advice b) help him in combat (i.e. speed sword up or something similar) or c) do minor poltergeist-ey things (like knock chandelier down [not that Jook Uh would ever do that]).))
((Let’s pretend post 45 did not happen, and I will try to drop myself seamlessly into the current storyline.))
TERRANCE COUSLAND
“Anythinganythinganythinganything…gaak!” The prophetic parchment– I had come to rely on for instructions–was almost viscous with dried blood as the thing refused to sap any more from my coursing palm.
“Tell-me-what-to-DO,” I hissed intensely, bandaging the wound and eyeing the fine paper with loathing. Nothing happened. I was ready to scream. It was not enough that The Council of Dead was masquerading in its own success and what allies I had managed to secure were out brooding in the forest; I was a mercenary without a contact. I hurled a dagger at my bedside lamp, and prepared to rail at the heavens for all my worth.
The sound of someone hammering down the hall interrupted my thoughts. Coldly stashing the blood stained paper beneath my bed, I made my way toward the source of the sound. A young man eyed his craftsmanship, standing back from the agglomeration tools like an artist does a painting, and I released my pent up anger in a sea of fury.
“I realize decency is not a trait championed by the average deity you [unnecessarily graphic cursing] son of a chimera, but in the event that you move beyond your natural tendency for idiocy the least you can do is work on your construction projects QUIETLY!!!â€
((So what do I do?!))
((You can always run into Park Jook Uh. Seems like everyone is lately.
But really, where is the plot going? Because right now it really isn’t doing anything.))
((Ok. then, I shall run into Park Jook Uh))
As Park Jook Uh is walking around, running into people, they get tapped on the shoulder. turning around, they see a small person with dark brown, almost purple hair, and eyes of a similar color with a rather vacant look on their face.
“Excuse me” I say ((me being the purple person who has just run into Jook Uh)) “I’m Aewyn, and I’m a bit lost now. Could you tell me where I am, and how i even got here?”
((“As Park Jook Uh is walking around running into people” ))
Park Jook Uh
After leaving Aki at the checking in desk, I continued on to my dorm room, my original destination. Alas, it was not to be. As I turned a corner, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me,” said the person, who I did not recognize. “I’m Aewyn, and I’m a bit lost now. Could you tell me where I am, and how I even got here?â€
Oh great. Another first year student. What, am I the universal tour guide or something? Anyone could send these guys to the check in desk. But noooooooo. I had to.
I put those thoughts away momentarily and focused on the student. “You’re at the Antediluvian Academy – the demigod school. I have no idea how you got here. I would imagine you took the bus, unless your father is Hermes or something.”
Aewyn looked confused. “Hermes…what? Well…” She promptly spaced out. “…oh, sorry,” she continued. “I just… don’t remember anything.” She shook her head. “Well, can you tell me where I need to go now?”
I sighed. This was going to be a long day.
((I hope I portrayed Aewyn right.))
Siriana walked to class, not caring that she was late. On the way, there was a young Korean demigod. She ignored him and did not run into him.
((That makes her one of a kind ))
((Hey Terrance didn’t talk to you. I’m unique and special as an individual that people care about…))
“Hi, I’m Tsuga Akiko, a new student. Can you give me information and my dorm key and room number and a decent explanation, please?” I ask politely. The check-in-desk-lady scowls at me and starts digging around in the stack of files on her desk, muttering under her breath. “Stupid annoying brats.” My sensitive ears pick up her words, and I hiss slightly, my left hand straying to the hilt of my katana, which was always by my side. “Look, I don’t want to start my life as a student at a new school with a murder.” I say dangerously. She rolls her eyes and, pretending to suddenly “find” my folder, hands it to me. “Here you go. Key, information pamphlet, so on and so forth.” she says boredly. I accept it, tucking it under my arm, and offer a small bow to her, keeping my eyes on her constantly–a challenge bow. Not that she would notice, anyway. My hand stays on my katana as I walk away, since I figure that some people here, like the first girl I met here, could be potentially dangerous and it’s probably best to make it obvious that I can defend myself.
After all, I really don’t want to start my new life at this school by killing someone by accident.
[Meanwhile, Varete wonders why she suddenly started thinking about kicking puppies.
Also wondering exactly how accelerated the growth rates of the trees here are.]
((But WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!))
FORHAM
I leave my room in search of a forge, walking all around school campus, making mental notes of where things are. Through no apparent special abitility, I have a remarkable memory and after walking around for a few hours find the forge and have a good idea of where everything is.
I enter the forge, wondering what to craft first.
“Well, I’ll need a weapon besides my standard hammer” I think, then go about crafting myself a bow. I’d always liked bows, much better than guns. They made less noise, and were somehow more natural. While being a son of Hephasteus, I like technology, technology should blend with nature, not abuse it. I hurry to find a tree to cut down, careful to take a few of its seeds and plant them, then hurry to take the supple wood to the forge, where I carve, heat, wet, and dry it. Within a few hours I have an excellent bow, having made myself a bowstring out of the many numerous plants in the area.
Feeling more comfortable now that I have a useful weapon, I grab myself some armor from the practice area. It’ll have to do until I can find some time to craft some of my own, which are usually better than this shoddy craftmanship. I then see another chinese boy instructing another first-year.
“There are a lot of new people,” I think to myself, storing the information away for later access.
((Excuse me. There are no Chinese boys at the Antediluvian Academy. Unless you made up an NPC.))
I sincerely apologize. I meant Asian. I am studying China in Global rIght now, and I must have China on the brain.
((Wait Terrance was yelling at you. Was that not clear?))
I guess I didnt read carefully enough. Sorry about that.
((It’s fine. I just take offense because people do it in real life to me.))
((Oh. That was me? *headincinerator* Sorry, not thinking clearly today… hmm, lemme think…))
Startled, Kezo nearly leapt out of his skin before he realized that the somewhat (okay, a rather lot) irate voice was yelling at HIM. Most of the curses’ meanings escaped him, but the general feel got across. “What gives you the right to tell me to be quiet when you’re going off on a rampage yourself?!” he hissed. Kezo hated hypocrites. And moreover, he hated having his intelligence insulted. “Nobody asked for you to come out here anyway. If you will excuse me, I’d appreciate it if you left immediately!”
The other figure, who Kezo recognized as male, raised an eyebrow coldly. “Oh, is that so?” he asked. Kezo stared at him fiercely. Wait…was that…? Did he know this person from somewhere?
“Like I stated before, work more quietly…if you can.” But then the other figure paused. “Would you mind telling me exactly what that is?”
Kezo stiffened. Now he was in trouble. If he didn’t tell him…well, then it would be rather obvious that he was up to something, wouldn’t it? But if he did…Kezo didn’t even try to consider that option. Maybe he could lie? No, that wouldn’t go over well. Kezo decided to go for Plan A.
“Why should I tell you? I don’t even know who you are, much less why you’re out here mindlessly yelling at anyone who makes the slightest sound. If you’ll allow me to at least walk, goodbye!” he said over his shoulder as he quickly strode off, taking the object of the other boy’s interests with him.
As he walked away, Kezo breathed a sigh of relief. He had come off as slightly paranoid and arrogant, but that was okay. He was safe…for now.
((What? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was under the impression Terrance was talking to Forham, KA’s character.))
((That’s correct…oh well I’ll attempt to roll with it… Koko you’re off the hook.))
Park Jook Uh
I went into my dorm room. Finally. I needed to do something. Focusing on the ethereal matter in the air and the fragments of other planes, I called out, subconsciously, to the person I wanted to see. Well, not person, I guess. They had once been a person, but now? A translucent figure appeared before me.
((The following conversation is in Korean, but Google Translate is hard to work with and I’m lazy, so I’ll just write like it’s in English))
“Hail, Park Jook Uh,” said the ghost.
“Greetings, Great-grandfather,” I replied.
“I suppose you want more advice?” the eerie shape asked, with a somewhat annoyed tone. “You know, back when I was alive, I didn’t call ghosts for help. I had to work through it on my own. Did I tell you about that year we had a drought? None of the crops grew. It was–”
“Yes, Great-grandfather, you did tell me about that year. Six times, in fact.”
“Well, why did you call me?” he asked irritably. “Are you having more girl troubles? You know what I always say: if she can’t work in the fields then she’s not worth it.”
“Since when have I talked to you about girl troubles? I just have a question. Why can’t I talk to my mother?”
“See, I was right. It is girl troubles.”
I roll my eyes. “Answer the question, please.”
“Well, your mother — my granddaughter — has been dead for only a small time. Eventually you’ll be able to talk to her. Though I can’t see why. You already can summon me.”
“Goodbye, Great-grandfather,” I said, sending him back to the realm of ghosts.
After finding my room and dumping my stuff on the only unoccupied bed in the room which I assumed was mine, I set off to explore the school.
((By the way, who can Aki-chan room with? Anyone have room for a roommate? ))
((Maybe Aewyn? You should ask oobatooba…
I’d offer Jook Uh, but there isn’t boy-girl rooming. I think.))
[[ Demidus needs a room mate. She’s really lonly not even real knowing were exavtly she is.]]
((I thought Demidus was rooming with Daniella….))
((*lrdsgiygvjkfrei* *headincinerator* *headincinerator* AGHACAKINGBLECKAGHGHGH… SORRY…))
((What’s the plot right now? Do we have classes?I can’t even remember what the rest of my characters were doing last. What day of the week is it?))
James ran. He ran out of the dining hall, through the main atrium, down the south hall as far as he could go. When he reached a set of Venetian double doors, he shoved them open, descended onto a set of long marble stairs that were deteriorating from age, and followed them down, down down, out into the clearing behind the school and the path around the edge of the lake.
Down by the water, he lay in the dewy morning grass and waited. Waited for tears, prayed for death from the Gods. The one person he had trusted and respected, maybe even loved, now hated him for something he’d never wanted to do. But you DID do it, his mind admonished him. You’re a killer. A murderer. A sick bastard.
“Shut up,” he muttered to himself. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
You might as well just keep up with the plan. It’s better to be hated by a stupid girl than to spend an eternity with Set.
“I don’t want to be the pissed off, unhappy, submissive guy anymore. I want to actually have a good life. I have to fix this, I…”
You can’t fix it. You’re weak. You can’t do anything right.
James wiped under his eyes, shaking off the dampness that meant sadness from his fingers. “Fine. Evil it is, then. But she can’t blame me. They all can’t.”
Meanwhile, Omorose exited the dining hall, waving good-bye to her friends and heading back towards her dorm. Homecoming. I wonder what it’ll be like.
((No Good Deed should be playing in the background. ))d
VARETE
I can only wander out to the lake, trying to shake the anger that’s settled like a cloud over me.
They would have let me die. They’re all like that. One person is worth my time…
The thought beats in my head over and over. I was fighting and nobody helped me. I was never that bad of a person, was I? Why didn’t anyone try and help me fight? I never meant to hurt anyone.
Never.
There’s a kid by the pond, probably about my age. I move over to talk to him, noticing the teartrails but not commenting as my automail hand brushes strings of hair away from my face. “…Hey.”
((Okay. Who wants to be Jook Uh’s date for homecoming? Quick description of PJU: short, black hair & black clothes, purple & black bracelet.
And, practically perfect in every way.
Oh, wait. I shouldn’t make him too much like me. ))
Suddenly, there was a voice from behind him, gruff but distinctly female. “…Hey.â€
James stood up and whipped around, hastily wiping under his eyes again and staring at the newcomer. She wiped her long hair out of her face with hands that seemed to be made of metal. It was fascinating and yet very disturbing.
“Why were you crying?” she questioned, her voice judgemental but also curious.
“I wasn’t crying,” he spat, but his eyes betrayed him.
“Whatever, it’s not my business anyway,” she dismissed. She held out a metal hand to him. “My name’s Varete.”
“James,” he replied. He shook her hand, shuddering ever so slightly when the cool fingers clenched his in a grip that was slightly too tight for comfort.
DANIELLA
((Well I can’t fly around as a bird forever, so I’m going to talk to Koko A’s character.))
I soared down to a forge, where someone was making… whatever it was that people made with metal. My ignorance of metallurgy was somewhat embarrasing. I morphed back into human and stepped up to the boy.
“Hi.” I said, introducing myself. “I’m Dan. Which is short for Daniella.”
He looked up. “Uh… I’m Forham.” He went back to banging on the piece of metal. I continued talking, because I have to talk to people or else I go crazy.
“Listen, do you have any idea what we are supposed to be doing?” I asked. “So far, all I’ve done is walk around, fly around as a bird, listen to people argue, run into Jook Uh in the hallway because everyone runs into Jook Uh in the hallway for some reason, and…”
Forham stared at me and said, “Fly around as a bird?”
I groaned inwardly. “Yes… it’s, like, my only talent. I guess.”
He nodded, finished banging, and looked up. “Cool.”
Then he took some tongs and dunked the piece of metal into a bucket of water, which made a hissing noise.
He doesn’t talk much, I thought.
Waving the clouds of steam away, I said, “Well, bye,” turned into a hawk, and flew away.
((I think this is getting out of hand. Jook Uh ran into fireh’s character, Akiko, oobatooba’s character, Aewyn, and before that, Lune, Mikazuki’s character. That is all. Everything else is either jokes or exaggerations.))
((Well…it was really more of a mutual collide ))
((A literal run-into ))
((But Siriana bypassed him completely. ))
Well, if enough people run into him, then everyone has run into him.
LUNE
I am the one who sneaks around in the shadows. I am not the man behind the curtain, I am the rat who steals for him. I’ve always been like that, the silent assassin. They would rather forget that I exist, those on the good side, because I am the one who does the justified evil. I know because there is someone like me for every side. I am not evil, I tell myself. But I must be, right? These things I do for other people. It started out so small. I only hope that this time, it’s different. That this time, no one finds out what I can do.
They only want to use me.
I fade along, lurking in the shadows of the hall, on my way back to my room. I see Jook Uh, the boy I ran into before, pass me on his way–somewhere. I step out of the shadows and grab his arm, stopping him.
“The CoTD,” I tell him. He looked surprised, but doesn’t say anything. I continue. “They have a death charm. They’re trying to kill.”
I pause, wondering how to say this.
“They’ve already killed. Look at the beach. Tell someone. Please.”
“Wait…”
I’m already gone.
I stood there, perplexed, as Lune faded away. Who or what is the CotD? And who should I tell?
Let’s just say I needed more advice. I quickly looked back and forth. No one was visible, though Lune could still be present. I send out a call to the ghost realm. Not to a specific person, but an open ended question. Like Wikianswers, or whatever the site is where you post a question and anyone can answer it. Except you have to be dead.
((Who did they kill? I’m too lazy to actually look for it.))
((Nobody. Well, not yet. Er, *long ago plot I’m trying to get my character back in the story so please just work with me here…*. Okay, so LBK’s character Mitzui, committed suicide a little while ago, and Lune found her body, washed up on the beach. She thinks the CotD did it, but they didn’t. But…Lune also found a death charm, which was the CotD’s; we don’t know who they were trying to kill or why. The charm and Mitzui’s corpse are still on the beach. Anyway, so they’re trying to kill but they didn’t actually get to and Lune thinks they killed Mitzui, although not with the death charm. (It was actually LBK’s idea, for people to think that the CotD killed her, so I’m not completely randomly making this up.) Sorry for using your character to do this. I think you’ve talked to the…people? before though; I’m not sure who should exactly be told (and neither is Lune…) but you seemed like you would. Jook Uh, show-er around-er of neophytes at Andullivian Academy? Of course he would know who to tell. Also, he’s the only one Lune’s actually talked to, so yeah… ))
((Who to tell, who to tell, who to tell…
Did you want a teacher, or a student? Mr. Fenlauten is out because he’s psychotic or whatever, the only senior students that I can think of are evil…
Ooh! Ooh! What about Kai’s old character? The, like, headmaster/teacher? I think that might be the best bet.))
((Dr. Korlin would be a good person to tell.))
((I’ll try to go along with it. Let me know if you have a specific idea or plot twist you want. Or if this post is out of line.))
Park Jook Uh:
Concentrating hard, I heard a voice — an answer to my question. I was getting tired; two summons in such a short period of time was draining. Especially this far from the people I was calling. A faint figure appeared before me, lacking the definition of a usual summon. My tiredness was making me sloppy. I wouldn’t be able to keep the form here for much longer.
“Who are you?” I asked, unable to make out many features, but fairly relieved because I realized it wasn’t my great-grandfather.
“Mit…” the ghost was to weak to properly formulate an answer.
“Why did you respond to my question?” I asked, figuring it would be best to get this answer before the ghost disappeared.
“On beach…died…me…” the ghost nearly faded away.
[[Sorry, forgot I was rooming with Dan. My bad.]]
DEMI
I sat by the window, just looking. These people seem kinda crazy. I do not know why they belive in these Greek, Egyptian, etc. gods.
[[Stinking laptop. It thought I done typing. The objects are mad at me.]]
DEMI
Dan had ran off some where so I was alone. I got out my violin and started reading my favorite book in the world, Maximum Ride.
((Ooh! Max Ride! Hehehe…*is sidetracked*))
(( UP TOP DAWG!
Iggy: You, pie girl, are lame.
Me: You’re being held captive by an idiot 10-year-old. WHO”S LAME NOW!
Iggy: Whatever. ))
[[Max Ride rocks! Iggy is my favorite character.]]
DEMI
I decided to practice my violin. I can’t read forever. I get out my violin and start playing the Harry Potter theme.I quit and decided to go explore in the hallways.
[[Does any one want to run into Demi? She’s tired of being in her room.]]
DEMI
Okay. I’m bored. I’ll admit it. I went back to the room and I read the Hunger Games and Max Ride for what felt like forever so I got out my notebook of song ideas, book ideas, jokes for the public and inside jokes.
I started writing a joke and did a little funny picture to go with the joke.
Finally I read it to myself.
“‘Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door,'” I read and laughed.
At the time my class is addicted to Chuck Norris jokes. I dicided to trace my steps back to the previous Chuck Norris jokes for your enjoyment.
“‘Chuck Norris sleeps with the lights on, not because he’s scared of the dark, but the dark is scared of him,” I read under my breath.
See? They’re funny.
“‘When Chuck Norris does a push-up, the world goes down,'” I said slash read.
How I will miss Axel, the boy at the orphanag that told all the Chuck Norris jokes.
I also have ways to end a conversation. Say random things. Max Ride version on a scrip is located below.
Max: Nudge, could you unload the dishwash-
Nudge: How dare you accuse me of eating Iggy’s taco!
Max: I never said a thing about you eating Iggy’s taco. Now would you unload the-
Nudge: That doesn’t mean pancakes don’t rain out of the sky!
Max: I never said that. Would you just un-
Nudge: How dare you say that about my mother!
Max: Okay, I give up.
See it works!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[[Really! Nobody wants to run into Demi. The least you could do is tell me what’s going on right now.]]
(( Flame, I will make Alex run into you… and they prank sombody random.
MUAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA.. * hacking cough*
Dang bronchitis.))
[[Thanks Ghost of Pie Girl!!!!!!!]]
ALEX
“‘When Chuck Norris does a push-up, the world goes down,’†A girl in the hallway said. She was leaning against the wall.
” Death once had a Near-Chuck-Norris experience.” I said. The girl looked up.
” Who are you, and why did you steal Iggy’s taco?”
” My name is Alex, I’m a daughter of Bast, and he traded me for bacon. I’ll give you a piece of you identify yourself.” Ceci has Hunger Games, I have Maximum Ride.
” I’m Demi. And Bast is not real.” She said. She’s definatly new.
” Suit yourself.” I said, turning into a lion. (( Is that good? Ceci is cat ,Alex is lion and cat.)) Her jaw dropped to the floor.
” Close your mouth, you’ll catch pies.” I said, morphing back to human.
” B-but.. you can’t… molecular structure…” She spluttered.
” I don’t have a clue what that means, kid. Let’s go eat.” I said, and I walked halfway down, turned and said, ” You comin’?”
(( Can I add another character and have Alex be kidnapped or something? Like, a male character. I will make one and see if it’s okay.
Name: Gale Sumter ( I’m doing homework, don’t blame me.)
Age:15
Side: TBA
Parent: Osiris
Wait… diner, be back later.))
(( Name change.
Name: Jasper Pennston
Age: 14 ( Why are all my characters older than me? WTH?)
Side: TBA
Parent: Isis ( if that’s not okay, then Geb.)
Backstory: I’m super lazy, as to not do it.
Schedule: Posted later.))
((Does anyone want it to be Homecoming soon?))
((I do, because I have no idea what’s going on right now.))
[[I want homecoming to happen soon! And Ghost of Pie Girl, The Selena Gomez concert on the 5th is in New York. You’re thinking of the 3rd.]]
(( Random Thread, dude. Random thread. ))
[[Oh, Ghost of Pie Girl, I must ask, Why Gale? He kills Prim! Also, as I said before, I vote yea on having Homecoming soon. Sorry my brain is still in Second Continental Congress mode. For more information on that, ask Ghost of Pie Girl.]]
In my opinion, you ought’ve put a spoiler warning on that >.<
(( That’s what I said!))
((Yes, you definitely need a spoiler warning. And you might want to move this conversation to the Books and Reading thread
As homecoming approached, strangers began appearing on campus–alumni coming back home. The school was cleaned and decorated for the event, as the school wanted to make a good impression on those who might have siblings enrolled in the future. Teachers were stricter, but most of the students seemed to be looking forward to the event–especially Clee, who was determined to be named Homecoming Goddess for the second year in a row.
Although she would never show it, Siriana was completely freaking out. Not only had Cassiel tracked her down, but homecoming was approaching, which meant the two girls who had made her life hell last year were coming back. Last year was etched into her memory, and as homecoming approached she was more and more on edge.
They wanted to raise an army of the dead Had to stop them Confronted them Had to stop them Rolling rolling rolling down the hill a voice screaming in my ear and when we reached the bottom it was silent It was kill or be killed And now they’re coming back.
What was that Taoist saying? About oversharpening a blade? No matter, she thought as she fingered her sword. Ouch Blood trickled down her thumb. I keep forgetting I’m not immortal But when they came she would be ready.
“What are you doing?” Kali asked.
Siriana jumped and quickly slid her sword into its sheath. “What’s it to you?”
Kali regarded her with flat black eyes. “The homecoming ceremonies have started. It would look bad if we were late.”
She couldn’t walk around with a sword, so she laid it carefully on the bed. I’m going to regret this, she thought. “Let’s go.”
AKI
I wander around, watching all the people milling around and greeting each other. Some of them are older and I don’t recognize them–alumni, maybe? Not that it matters. “I don’t really see the point of this.” I mutter to myself grouchily. “Maybe it’s just for fun! Why does there have to be a point?” I jump as someone speaks to ne, spinning around to see who had snuck up on me and inadvertently getting my feet tangled and falling on my back.
Jook Uh:
Homecoming was upon us. Oh joy. I had managed to escape the last one, but this time working on swordplay because I was behind wasn’t a believable excuse. I wasn’t the best student, but I could hold my own, even without ghosts to help me. Dressed in a semi-nice black shirt and all black skinny jeans, I adjusted the bracelet on my wrist as I walked to the event.
((I guess I’ll tell Korlin… at homecoming? He’ll be there. And Kai, do you want to come back and RP, or should we just PP him?
))
[[Sorry about the spoiler. I haven’t got to that part. I only know about that thanks to Ghost of Pie Girl.]]
VARETE
Oh no.
I forgot about Homecoming. The last few years I’d skipped it, but there was no getting out of it this year; I’d be watched by the teachers. Skipping Homecoming your first two years here wasn’t exactly a gleaming trophy on your record, after all!
“…Hey, James,” I mutter, looking annoyed. Eh, if I hide out here, it’s easier.
Kezo saw large numbers of people walking around, which was somewhat annoying, but at least he could act like he was with them. He didn’t really know what was going on, but if he asked, he’d be given a lot of stares, most likely suspicious ones. So, Kezo decided to blend in, and hopefully gain some information in the middle of it all.
(( I have decided Jasper is Geb’s son.)))
Alex
” Holy Itex! Homecoming! Ceci said she’ll kill me if I don’t interact with anyone!” I said to Demi.
” Why don’t we just make it more… interesting?” Demi suggested.
” That’s a great idea!” I said. ” It must include lions, pie, snack tables, and vuvzu-whatevers. You know, the african trumpets?”
” I got the vu-whatevers.” She replied. ” You can be in charge of the lions, and we’ll need someone to rig the table.”
” Preferrably a son of Hephaustus.”
” I TOLD you, the gods are not real.”
” Let me explain. Condensed version, so we can pull the prank. Gods, real. They hooked of with mortals, and we were discovered. Okay?”
Demi nodded, starting to belive me.
” So.. who’s my parent?” Demi asked.
” I don’t know. Judging from so far, you might be an Apollo kid. But you could be Hermes, Ra, even Loki. So I’m not sure.”
” Let’s pull this prank!”
((FLAME TIME! -PG))
((Demi has new powers! She can survive the hottest climates, can heal anything and can change her singing voice!))
((Can we please try to stay with some semblance of a plot? >.< ))
(( I guess maybe some hooded mysterious COTD person could arrive and make an announcment/ brainwash all there. ))
Jasper
” Bye, Mom!” I said, leaping into my dark green convertible, where I was the most popular kid in school, to pick up my girlfriend, my dad had made bacon, and the sky was purple.
Actually, no. More like, I ran to my new school, for gifted kids, says my mom, but I know it’s for freaks, shielded myself from the rain, leaving my mom, and my dog. Mom says I shouldn’t take Ore. I think I know why as I see a girl sitting on a bench, talking to a cat. I hate her instantly. It’s just a gut feeling.
” Why do you want me to rig the table?” She’s saying to her cat. Great. My mom sent me to an insane asylum. Then, my packet with room imformation and stuff flies away. It lands under the cat.I swear, it sent me a dirty look.
” Can you tell your animal to get off my stuff?”
The girl ( and cat, weirdly) glared at me.
Then, the cat turned into a lion.
” ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARRR!”
It pinned me to the ground.
Another girl came out, looked around and spotted the lion and said,
” Alex, chill out. Do you want to get the prank done, or not?” Then, I watched in interest as the lion turned into a girl, about 11, who heaved herself up, and stalked away. The other girl glared at me, then turned into a housecat and trotted behind them.
CECI
I glared at the boy. Dirty blond, curly hair, very tall. I note this and at him to my kill list. I’m dead serious.
What happened to nice Ceci? says the voice in my head.
She’s here, but turns to wring-your-neck Ceci when that kid comes.
” Ceci, what do you-” Alex started.
I cut her off.” New plan. Prank the new kid.”
” Okay, what are we going to do?” Demi asked.
” Find his roomate.” I said, smiling slyly, pulling out the packet.
(( Okay, now all needed is a roomate for Jasper.))
((All is revealed.))
Siriana stood awkwardly by the wall at homecoming, trying to stay under the radar. Most everyone else seemed to be having a good time–people were talking, laughing, eating, and reuniting with old friends. Suddenly, she saw them, and the moment she caught their eye she knew she was dead. She turned and ran out of the building into the forest. It was nearing dusk, and the light outside was growing dim. She burst into a clearing and stopped to catch her breath, then something white flickered in the corner of her eye. She turned to see a girl dressed in white steadily walking towards her through the trees.
“Siriana,” a high, girlish voice called through the trees. They were coming closer. Trapped between her queen and soon-to-be killers, Siriana’s knees gave way and she sank to the ground, too terrified to move. The big Ares girl and smirking Aphrodite girl strutted into the clearing, then paused to survey her.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our little double-crosser,” the Ares girl said. “Turned noble at the last minute, didn’t you? Burning our book and ruining our plan.”
“She only did it to save her own skin,” the Aphrodite girl jeered. “She knew we would use her for the sacrifice.”
“She killed Farla, too.”
“That was an accident,” Siriana managed to squeak. It was the truth. She had fought with Farla over the stolen book, then they both fell down the hill and when the reached the bottom, Farla was dead.
“No matter,” the Aphrodite girl said lazily. “We can still kill her now.” The Ares girl smirked and drew her dagger. Just then, Cassiel walked into the clearing.
“Who’s this? Your girlfriend?” The Ares girl said. She took a step forward, then froze as if suspended in time. She and the Aphrodite girl both dissolved into dust.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Siriana said. She couldn’t look at Cassiel. Cassiel was silent. “Are you going to kill me too?”
“No,” Cassiel replied. “No, I’m not going to kill you, because Gemina’s dead.”
Siriana’s head snapped up to look at her. “Gemina’s dead? She can’t be–”
“She’s dead. I saw her burn.”
The news was a blow. Her family was supposed to be immortal.
“What happened? I mean, how did I get here?”
“Your brother joined the war.” The fury in Cassiel’s voice was awful. “You forced Gemina, Eliene, and Skandar to join with you, but you were supposed to be the weapons hidden away in case things went badly. Cassion went after Raxel, your idiot brother, but your side released a time bomb and now the war is at a stalemate and they’re both trapped inside. You four were sent into the future, imprisoned. Gemina escaped but you, Eliene, and Skandar were programmed into this world. You’re in an alternate universe, darling. Whoever made up your past had a sadistic side.”
“So El and Skandar…?”
“Are safe.”
“Good.”
“What were you thinking?” Cassiel demanded suddenly. “Tell me, if possible, what was going through you mind when you decided to involve yourself in an intergalactic war.”
“We wanted power!” Siriana burst out, glaring at Cassiel. This was just like their last argument. “We were tired of staying neutral and doing nothing while empires passed us by! We thought that if we could win that war then we could rule–in peace–and so–”
“You turned yourself into weapons,” Cassiel said scathingly. “That’s what you wanted? Didn’t you think that others would see us, with our ability to transform energy and create or destroy whole solar systems–as weapons? Do you now see the purpose of the Law?”
“Yes,” Siriana muttered. “Don’t interfere. Yes. I’m sorry.”
“You had better be.”
“I am. I am sorry.”
“If you want to leave, you’ll have to will yourself out. You’re too enmeshed in the matrices of the program for me to do it. When you escape the prison, the time lock will break because your side will lose an advantage. Raxel and Cassion will be free.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“Are you stupid?”
“No, listen. There’s a group here called the Council of the Dead–don’t laugh–and they’re planning to take over the world and suck out people’s souls.”
“And you joined this group.” The scorn was unbearable.
“Yes, but not anymore. I’m–If there’s any way I can make up for what I did, it’s fighting them.”
Cassiel looked at her for a long time. “Stay then, for a while,” she said at last. “How has your power changed?”
Siriana looked at her hands. “It’s practically nothing. I can destroy some energy–roughly the amount in a person–but I can’t create or destroy anything big.”
“And you used to be able to move stars,” Cassiel said. She grinned briefly. “Remember? We rearranged a constellation and the humans named it after one of their heroes.”
“Orion,” Siriana said quietly. Those were happier times, when she believed Cassiel loved her. Not like now. Cassiel’s image was flickering.
“I can’t last here much longer,” Cassiel said. “Don’t take too long, Siri.” She vanished.
Siriana got up and walked slowly back to school. It was already night and she could see the lights from the school. She had so much to think about. She was glad the she had been found but on the other hand she almost wished she hadn’t. She was angry at herself, her brother, and still a little at Cassiel. She missed Cassiel. She missed her brother. No one could touch her if he were here. She wasn’t for the CotD anymore, but it wasn’t like the good side had done anything for her.
I suppose I’m alone, she thought as she went up to her room. So be it.
((Phew! I’ve been waiting weeks to write that. Sorry for the long post, GAPAS.))
((I’m back! Let’s get this show on the road.))
James shook his head. “Don’t mention it. Homecoming is a waste of time. Don’t even talk about it.”
“Whatever,” Varete scoffed.
“I’m gonna go now. Nice meeting you.” James turned and walked back up the cliff, ascended the marble staircase, back across the balcony and through the double doors into the school. It was nearly dark now, and the sun cast an odd glow as the last sliver of it flickered and died on the horizon.
When he returned at last to his dorm room, Adrian was standing outside the door. He was dressed nicely, for the first time in his entire life: black jacket, maroon necktie, black shirt, red rose in the lapel and patent leather shoes. Hair combed, face clean, a total gentleman. “Hello, James. Done sulking by now?”
“Don’t see why that’s any of your business.” James shoved him aside and unlocked the dorm room door, walking in quickly and trying to shut it. Adrian pushed it back open and got inside, slamming it shut behind him. “What do you want?” James asked, annoyed.
“Ooh, not very friendly,” Adrian snickered. “Fortunately, I don’t care. Get dressed. We’re going to homecoming.”
“I believe that’s up to me, and there’s no way I’m going.” James flopped down on his bed, and stared up at the ceiling adamantly.
“You don’t have a choice.” Adrian walked over to the desk, pulled upon the top drawer and produced James’ soul-sucking instrument. “Remember this?”
“You can have it. I don’t want it.”
“Oh, but I think you do,” Adrian whispered, forcing it into James’ palm. “Because I already saw your little girlfriend down in the lobby, pretty as a picture and no idea what we’re about to do. And if you don’t follow the instructions as planned, she’ll die. And I guarantee it will be slower and more painful than any of the others.” He scowled down at James. “And don’t you dare think that I’m lying. You know exactly what I’m capable of.”
James leaped up from the bed, Adrian’s shirt in his fist. “If you lay one finger on her, I swear…”
“You’ll do what? Turn the lights off?” Adrian laughed, a disgusting and infuriating noise. “You’ll be in pieces on the floor before you can do anything to help.”
James’ face fell. It was over. “…Fine. I’ll help you,” he whispered.
“I know you will,” Adrian smirked. “Now get dressed and meet me out here in five minutes.”
After the door hand slammed, James wanted to throw the damned tool out the window. This would ruin everything. Instead, he lay it back on the table. He flung open the closet, which had chosen a sea foam green tie and black suit for him. He hastily pulled the clothing on, brushed back his hair and stuffed the tool into his pocket, then headed back into the hall as slowly as he could.
———————————————————————————————–
Omorose emerged from a crowd of people, arm in arm with Fatima. She was clad in a light cream dress that seemed to float down to her knees. Her hair was out of its’ usual braids and hung around her face in long, dark ringlets, and pinned in it was the lotus bloom. They joined Clee, Ingrid and others outside the doors of the school ballroom just as the doors were opened and students and couples began filing in.
The ballroom was dimly lit, decorated with a Grecian theme. The back wall of the ballroom had been slid open to reveal a long, porcelain balcony in the back of the room, which was built over the glistening lake and allowed a pleasant breeze into the main room. The ballroom itself was draped in white and gold, with a long table of refreshments and loud music blaring over the gold dance floor. As they entered, each student or couple received a woven gold bracelet: their pass in and out of the dance.
“It’s breathtaking,” Omorose exclaimed as they walked in. “I don’t even know what to do first.”
“Dance, of course!” Fatima took her wrist and dragged her to the floor. They were some of the first people out there, the majority of them singles. They went crazy, dancing and twirling to the pulsing beat.
((Aggie–Ingrid is dead.))
Siriana changed into the dark blue dress the closet had produced for her and shook out her long black hair. Not half bad she thought, then allowed herself a small grin. It faded quickly when she saw the soul-sucking tool. She hated the thing. She was bad, yes, very bad, but not to the point of sucking out people’s souls. She should have told Cassiel about this. Too late now. She pocketed the tool (how convenient–a dress with pockets!) and went downstairs.
The party was in full swing. People were dancing crazily on the dance floor. She spotted some of the CotD members and went over to stand with them. Adrian looked handsome (not that she cared) and James looked sulky and angry, as usual. His eyes were fixed on Omorose, following her movements as she danced and laughed with her friends.
((Crud cakes! I’m sorry. I wrote that late so my brain was a tad asleep.))
((I’d like to make a character here, but I’m confused. Could someone please post a summary of what the cake is going on?))
((Basically, Antediluvian Academy is a school for demigods. Some demigods are good, and some are evil. The evil demigods have formed a group called the Council of the Dead, headed by Adrian. They’re planning something with sould-sucking tools. The school has suffered an attack by stymphalian birds and another attack by bunyips while camping. Everyone’s back at school celebrating homecoming. That is the gist of what’s going on.))
((Thanks. I think I’ll wait until the day after homecoming to enroll my character. Would a Norse god for a parent work? And may I twist the lore slightly because that shouldn’t be physically possible for the particular diety I have in mind?))
((A Norse god would be great. And twisting the lore is fine–some people have already done it.))
((OK, I’d like to make an evil character, but if the good side is lacking members, would it be OK for me to make twins? Same parent, but one good and one bad? I think a good demigod with an evil parent might be interesting.))
((Sure, that should work out great!))
((Great! OK, I know what god I want to use, how to make their existance possible, even what gender they are and what they can do. – Wait, the demigods have abilities based on their parents, right?!? – All that’s left is their names, and that is an exceedingly simple matter.
Of course, I would rather wait to enroll them until at least the day after homecoming…))
((Yep! Usually the powers have something to do with the god-parent’s abilities or nature.))
((Great, that’s what I thought. Thanks!))
((People come back!))
((I’m here, just waiting for a moment to do something awesome. Hehe.))
((I haven’t been on here in forever!))
DANIELLA
Homecoming! I went back to my dorm. Flame wasn’t there. Changing into a dress, I then proceeded to the ((ballroom? Gym? Where exactly is it?)), where I found large masses of seemingly normal teenagers, who were all, for the moment, not fighting for their lives.
((Pie girl and Flame: If you needed a son of Hephaestus to rig the table, the only one I know is Forham, Koko A’s character. However, he hasnt been on here for a while.))
I wandred around, wishing I were not so clumsy. However, turning into a swan was probably not the best option, and I hated to spoil the moment anyway.
I linger by th erefreshments table, waiting for someone to talk to me, and feeling invisible. I couldn’t actually turn invisible, but I can come pretty close with a gnat.
Wishing I could stop comparing myself with insects, I watched the dancing. I wished I was more coordinated; I relied on turning into animals for athletic ability. In other words, I couldn’t dance to save my life.
((Somebody could make their character bump into me here… I’m feeling lonely.))
Alexandria:
Homecoming. People, lights and noise. Everybody was happy, and I was having more fun than I’d had in weeks. Right now I was dancing, twirling. I vaguely noticed more and more people moving out on to the dance floor, but I wasn’t paying much attention. I was just dancing.
Adonia:
I was standing near the snack table, in a corner. Nobody was over here. Nobody was hungry, yet.
Alexandria hadn’t waited for me. That was the thought on the top of my mind. I thought we were going to come down together, as we always had. But when I had finished dressing, when I had come out of my room, she wasn’t outside. She wasn’t waiting at the top of the stairs, and nobody had answered when I knocked on her door. I’d looked everywhere I thought she might be, before finally going down to the ballroom. She hadn’t waited. I couldn’t figure this out.
((Someone to start conversation with? Yay.))
Come on.
Somebody talk to me.
Suddenly, I saw someone else.
“Hi.” I said, walking over.
(( Thanks. My character is kind of antsy at times.))
((People, please post! This thread looks so awesome, and I don’t want to enroll my characters until after homecoming!))
“Hi. So, I’m Dan. Which is short for Daniella. You’re- um… Adonia, right? Sorry if I pronounced that incorrectly. I’m bad with names. I just got here.”
“… some people say I talk too much. Do you think I talk too much? I mean, sure, sometimes I can go off on a tangent, but really…” I trail off as I realize Adonia is not paying attention.
((REVIVE!!!!))
(( Anyone for Jasper’s roomate? ))
((I don’t know. Sorry.))
((*coughcoughREVIVEcough* Oh dear, I seem to be catching a cold.))
((REVIVE!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, Randomosity, homecoming might be the perfect place for you to join. Walk into the dance and see what happens. Of course, if you don’t want to, no pressure. It’s up to you.))
I wander away from the people ignoring me at the drinks table. Dances were always awkward for me.
((REVIVE! NOW! REVIIIIIIIIVE!!
Isn’t the dance in the evening? If so, I could enroll my characters and show them to their dorms, but I don’t think they should show up later than the morning.
Also, will they need roomates? If so, who would they room with? They’re brother and sister, would they be allowed to room together if necessary?))
Sadly,no. Jasper is ratger roomateless.
((I believe Jasper needs a roommate.))
I smooth out a few wrinkles in my dress, feeling bored.
Maybe I should ask someone to dance.
And get rejected?
Nah.
((COME ON!!))
((REVIVE, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m assuming Jasper is male? If so, what about the girl? If I’m wrong, what about the boy? Is it OK for one of them not to have a roommate?))
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE
Huh, my last post didn’t come through…
So… If your characters are brother and sister, then one can room with Jasper. And someone else will come along, eventually. REVIVE!!!!))
((REVIIIIIVE!V OR ELSE! REVIVE!!!!!!
Sorry, but that doesn’t actually answer either of my questions.
a) Is Jasper male?
b) Is it OK for one of them not to have a roommate?))
((Sorry. a) I think so, and b) Yes.))
((Thanks. a) If en is a he, then I would have to room my guy character with him, right? b) Good.))
((Correct.))
((REVIVE REVIVE REEEEEVIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!
Since Ghost of Pie Girl doesn’t seem to be here, should I assume Jasper is male and if I’m wrong I’ll switch out the character en rooms with? Also, do you think anyone will post enough for this dance to ever end?))
(( Is a guy. Sorry about that.))
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE
So the only way to revive this thread is to end the dance? It’s an interesting idea. My character is going to leave now because THIS THREAD NEEDS TO BE REVIVED!!!!!!! What we really need is someone who’s been on this RPG for a while but if that is not to be… I’m going to do something! Randomosity, I’m going to introduce your characters, but I don’t know their names.))
“Meh.” I say, talking to myself. “I never was one for dances anyway.” I exit and head back to my dorm. The hallway is quiet, on account of everyone being at the dance. I hear footsteps and see a boy and a girl at the top of the steps.
“Hi!” the girl says. “Does anyone know where to check in?”
“Oh!” I say. “Are you new?”
“Yeah, we’re both new.” says the girl as they come closer. As I come closer, I can see that they are brother and sister.
((Randomosity, does this work? REVIVE!!!))
(( Sure helped me!))
Jasper
I Turned the corner, and saw 3 kids, 2 girl and one boy one the stairs. I can see they’re siblings.
” Yeah we’re both new.” The girl said.
” Yeah, so am I. “
((Ok, I forgot to say: Sorry if I’m PPing too much, Randomosity. But we really need to get this thread going!))
“Actually, I think we’re all new here.” I remark. “But I think you check in over there. We’ll find rooms for you.”
“Hey, you could room with me.” Jasper remarks to the boy.
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later, we had checked them in and I was helping to carry luggage into Jasper’s dorm room.
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!
Agent Lightening- That works fine, but it will be slightly at odds to how they are later. It’s OK, I’m just going to consider it a generic introduction.
Ghost of Pie Girl- The boy is the evil one; should I anticipate conflict between the new roommates?))
Skuggi~
As the nice students we had just met help my brother and me check in, I realise we haven’t introduced ourselves.
“By the way, I’m Skuggi,” I say, “and this is my twin brother Veikindi.” I jostle him with my elbow, since my hands are holding my bags. He rolles his eyes and says “Hey.”
I shrug apologetically. “Sorry, he’s not the most polite person ever.” I turn to the boy who is helping us out. “You might find him a slightly trying roommate.” I give a little embarresed smile and say, “So, thank you guys for helping us. What are your names?”
(( Nah, Jasper is either way. He’ll probably end up evil though. Either him or CeCi. ))
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE))
“I’m Dan.” I say. At their confused expressions, I add quickly, “It’s short for Daniella.”
Jasper introduces himself, too.
“So do you guys know who your parent is yet?” I ask Skuggi.
((REVIVE PEOPLE!!!!! REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE!!!!!))
Veikindi~
I roll my eyes at the extremely silly question. “I assume you mean our divine one? Duh. And, for your information, she’s the only one we have.”
Skuggi~
“Those are nice names!” I say with a smile. Hearing my brother’s extremely rude comment, I wince and say, “I’m sorry about my brother. You can ignore the hurtful parts of what he says, it’s just that he takes after our mother. It is true that we don’t have a father, though.”
I unfade; I am determined to get to the bottom of this mystery and if that means that I need to talk to people, so be it.
“Hello,” I say quietly to the four people there. I can sense that they are startled at my speedy appearance; they’ll have to get used to it. I have to–need to–figure something out. If anybody knows something, I can find it. But this is not going to be easy…my heart races as I feel their eyes settle on me; I am so unused to being noticed. “I’m Lune. Welcome–is that right?–Skuggi and Veikindi.”
Jook Uh
Ignoring the bright lights of homecoming, I looked around for Dr. Korlin, anxious to pass on the information Lune had given me. Someone had died!
Seeing him over in the corner talking to another teacher, I rushed over to him. “Dr. Korlin! Dr. Korlin!” I said, “I need to talk to you!”
“Calm down, Jook Uh,” he said. “What happened?”
“The Council of the Dead killed someone, I think their name was Mit-something or other,” I said.
((Okay. Where should we go from here?))
((I’m still not savvy of the whole plot. But I suggest that something else happens- perhaps an attack? We’ve been REALLY lacking of plot, order, or action lately. Ever since we got all those new students, I guess. Myself being one of them. So, yeah. A major event. Randomosity, Veikindi can either keep his secret if there is an attack or go fight for the dark side.))
DAN
Not having met this student before, I introduced us and explained the situation. Lune seemed suspicious of Veidindi, and I had to admit that he was rather shady- and snarky.
“So who is your divine parent?” I persist, edging on rudeness. “You still haven’t told me.”
((Thanks, Agent Lightning. I think I’ll see what happens before I decide how he’ll react. But he probably won’t bother keeping it secret. After all, he takes after his mother, not his grandfather. :lol:))
Skuggi~
“Uh… Hi, Lune.” I say, startled at the sudden appearence of this unfamiliar student.
When I hear Dan’s question, I smile guiltily. I had been distracted by Lune’s sudden appearence. “Oh, sorry. I forgot to say. She’s.. well..” I trail off, uncertain if they will recognize her name, and how they will react if they do.
Veikindi~
Catching my sister’s trailing sentence, I shoot her a disgusted look and say, “Our mother is Hel. Norse goddess of the underworld.” Catching a few confused looks, I decide to explain. After all, unlike my sister, I actually like talking about our mother.
“I know that sounds impossible, but basically she decided she wanted some minions. She used her ressurection powers to create them out of ashes from a funeral urn, only she used too much power so instead of mindless minions, she got infants. Us.”
I hear my sister mumur under her breath, “At least one of us is proud of our parentage…” I roll my eyes. She always was an annoying goody two-shoes.
(( Yes, Alex is coming. ))
ALEX
” Yeah, his dormmate is totally going to be around the corner. I said sarcasticlly.
” Speak of the devil.” Ceci muttered.
” So we could be dormates than? ” Jasper said.
” Alright. Let’s get some paper.” Flame surrendered her pad. We begun to write.
Dear *put your name here*
Could you please ehlp us get revenge on Jasper Pennston, your roomate. We need your help.
P.S Don’t even think about offending this cat. Don’t Even. Ceci morphed into a cat and we attached the note to her, and the only thing we could do is wait.
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE!!!))
Veikindi~
After a few surprized glances and confused looks in my sister’s direction, one of the students we bumped into, Jasper, asked if we should be roommates. I shrug. “I guess.” is all I say.
Suddenly, a cat bumps against my led. I look down at it with a raised eyebrow. What the heck does this thing want? I wonder. Then I notice it pawing at a scrap of paper stuck in its collar.
Who the heck sent this? And why do they want revenge? I wonder. And what the heck is so special about this cat? I take a pen from my pocket, and write a message on the back.
“Who are you, who is this cat, why do you want revenge, and why do you need my help?” I thought my message nicely concise. I slipped it back into the cats collar, and the strange feline left silently.
As I returned the pen to my pocket, I looked back at the curious stares of my sister and our new aquaintences with an expression meant to convey: “Yeah, so I responded to a note stuck to a strange cat. So what?”
Alex
“Who are you, who is this cat, why do you want revenge, and why do you need my help?†I read from the reply.
” Hmm. what should we say? What we need is a name.”
” 2 cats and a kid?”
” That’s stupid.”
” The Demigods?”
” If you guys don’t mind, I have nothing agianst this boy. I’ll give him mercy till he does something to me. Be back later. ”
We said farewell to Demi.
” Um.. how about Atropa Belldona? The scientific name for..wait for it… deadly nightshade.”
” Yes!”
We can’t reveal our identies. We are the twins Atropa Belldona. The cat is one of us, thank you very much. Our mom is Bast. We want revenge because this boy has insulted us and all cats. We need your help because he knows what our faces looks like. We need you to help us torture Jasper for the end of the school year. Sadly, no KILLING OR MAIMING.
P.S If you wish to know our identies go to the place you are right now. We owe you one favor of your choice. Any favor.
Jasper
A cat. I hate cats. A rather strange cat.
” What was on that note?” I ask.
” Who wants to know?” He retorts.
Skuggi winced. ” Sorry about my brother.” She repeats. Veikindi rolls his eyes.
Veikindi~
The strange cat came back, once again with a note in its collar. I took it out and read it too. Atropa Belldona? I know that name, it’s… I thought for a second, then cocked an eyebrow. Deadly Nightshade? How original.
I took out my pen again and wrote a response to the response to my response. “You can’t reveal your identities? That’s interesting… Nice nickname, by the way. Very classic-villainous. Children of Bast, huh? That explains why one of you keeps bringing me your messages as a cat. I always kinda liked cats, proud little carnivores. Torture sounds like fun. No killing OR maiming? That IS sad. This place? What time?” I returned it to the cat’s collar and gave it a little nod, knowing I was adressing one of the Nightshade twins.
CeCi
I gave it a little cat-respect-nod thingy, and left.
” What time, hmm..”
” How about midnight.” Alex reccomends. I nod and grab the pen.
” Midnight it is.”
Thank you. Midnight will do. If you have any other forms, use them.
Jasper
” What is that stupid cat doing here?” I half shouted.
” I bet this cat could probably destroy you if it had a chance.” He said. ” As could a worm.”
” I bet a pillow could be the end of your days.” I shot back. Now would be a nice time to equip some wicked powers. After a 2 minute glaring contest, I threw on a leather jacket over my white cotton shirt ( My mom said it was from dad, that it might end up saving my life someday. Now, which the demigod-ness, who knows?) and some non-jeans (shocker, I know) I left and went to the dance. I could hear my mom say that ” Jasper’s very impulsive, blah blah blah.”
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE!
I think I’m going to show some of Veikindi’s arrogance here.))
Veikindi~
I recieve another note, again via cat. My response reads “Midnight tonight? I’ll be there. Unfortunately, my power is that of raising the dead, not changing form. I’ll just have to be sneaky.”
After sending the note back for what I figured was the final time, I looked up in time for Jasper to explode about the cat. I can understand why they would want revenge. I thought. All cat-insults aside, losing his cool over such a small matter was utterly contemptable. Before I could even think, I voiced my contempt by mentioning that said cat could kill him, and in fact a worm probably could.
Upon hearing his response, I half-smirked and said, “So I could die like Attila the Hun? Somehow, that doesn’t disturb me too much.” He tried to stare me down, but couldn’t hold my gaze and stomped off to his room like a toddler. This is the guy I have to room with? I thought, This is going to be a long school year.
Skuggi~
I looked at Dan, the only other person who didn’t seem to want to pick a fight, with a part worried, part embarresed expression.
“Sorry, Veikindi’s often like that. Do you think the two of them will get along enough to room together?”
(( I love to torture Jasper…. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…..*hackhack*))
DAN
I shrugged. “I suppose it’ll work out. I mean, it’s unlikely they’ll ever really hurt each other or anything, right?”
I glanced at Skuggi. She shrugged back, but her brother was giving me a strange look.
Skuggi~
I shrugg, and then realise that the gesture is probably misleading. “Um… I don’t know.” I say in an unhappy whisper. “We WERE raised in Nifleheim – the Underworld, you know, and he… well… he always did like helping our mother with her work…”
“This will be interesting, then.” I muttered. “And possibly not in a good way.”
Skuggi shuddered. “I never was as- enthusiastic- about the whole death thing.”
((Hopefully that last line was accurate- if not, ignore it.))
((No, you’re right. That is how Skuggi would have said it, as well.))
Veikindi~
Overhearing my sister, I shake my head in familiar disgust. Skuggi was always such a moralistic baby. To Dan, I say, “No, she definitely hated living in the halls of the doomed. I expect she’s overjoyed at us being sent here. No corpses to look away from, and no work with our mother to butcher.”
Skuggi~
Veikindi probably thinks I find his words insulting. I don’t, but it does make me angry that he is trying once again to imply that I am the reason we had to come to the Academy. “That’s true, Veikindi.” I say, “But I plan on making friends while you’re out killing and un-killing whatever innocent creatures you can find here out of homesickness.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I remember that we are not alone. I bite my lip and look at Dan worriedly. “I’m sorry.” I say, “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”
“It’s fine.” I reply. Then I gesture her away from the room. She follows.
“I’m really sorry about my brother,” Skuggi begins. “I’m worried that he’ll be… dangerous.”
I laugh hollowly. “I think the people at this school are used to danger. But yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him.”
((REVIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
Skuggi~
Now I am worried for a totally different reason. “Used to danger? Why? Are there other students like him?”
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE))
“Well, you know, it’s a demigod school.” I say. “Danger is kind of part of the package. You know, evil societies bent on destroying on us and all… But that’s why we’re here. So we can learn to, you know, use our powers and stuff.”
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE!!!!!))
Skuggi~
I shrug. “I guess you’re right.” Surprisingly, this new information eases my tension a bit. I guess if I know that we’re all sort of in the same boat, it makes it less frightening.
LUNE
I follow the two out of the room. “Eh…?” I say softly. “Danger…? What were you talking about? There is danger coming at us from all sides.”
Following my dramatic statement, they stare at me. “Right…now,” I add, my voice quieter than theirs’ were.
Skuggi stares at me. “But…I mean…we’re okay right now, right? All this danger can happen a little later?”
“No.” Again, and louder: “No.” Why did I leave telling someone up to Jook Uh? They could have found out, they could be planning to attack at any time…
I can hear a pounding in my ears, a kind of amplified drumbeat, but only I am able to hear it. Adrenaline, I realize with a shock, is making me hear my heartbeat. Maybe I am waking up, getting out of my slow gray rut where I hide and spy and am completely, completely alone. Maybe that spell worked. Did I even do that spell? I don’t remember anything other than Mitzui’s dead body, the death rune, all of that stuff.
Lovely.
Maybe if I have more power now…but I don’t remember, remember, remember.
((Heh…reviewing my previous posts on this thread, I don’t even understand what I was doing….my writing style kind of morphs as well… Anyway, sorry, I’ll try to post more from now on.))
((Because I’m not reliable enough? I think I’m plenty reliable. But nooooooo, thats not good enough for Mikazuki. *sticks tongue out*
))
((*coughcoughcoughNOTACTIVEcoughcoughcough* Er, not that I’m much more active, but…still…XD ))
((In case you hadn’t noticed post 215))
Skuggi~
The way Lune talks frightens me slightly. I take a small step back. “Um, what do you mean? Is something wrong?”
((Radiant–I know, I know…I saw it. I’m just trying to hurry the plot along here and hopefully integrate certain newer characters into this plot, which is slowly dying a painful death full of racking coughs and blood and heavy breathing. Oh, and don’t forget the fevers that make the plot feel as though it is being slowly baked alive. Wasn’t it yellow fever that made people throw up blood? Okay, maybe not. Sorry. So Lune is going to freak out, pull Skuggi & company along with her to find you, see Dr. Korlin, and we’ll…go from there? If that’s okay with everyone.
I’m kind of confused about the cat thing. Would anyone mind explaining it to me? Pretty please?))
“Yes, something is very wrong…wrong, wrong, wrongety…” I am slightly distracted by the way that the word wrong is flung out of a mouth when the intent is to communicate. Ah well, no time to dwell on that now…I should find Jook Uh.
“What is it?” Skuggi asks.
“Do you take after your great uncle?”
“What?” She asks, taken aback.
I grab the two’s arms and pull them towards homecoming. “Let’s dance.” Skuggi shoots a startled look at Dan, but they decide to let me pull them inside.
The lights are far, far too bright. I blink in surprise and spot Jook Uh and Dr. Korlin in a corner, talking. I manage to retain some of my courage at being seen until I am within a few feet of them, when their stares make me drop Skuggi and Dan’s arms, look down at the floor, and let out a sort of muffled squeak of agony. I can’t even fade. Everyone’s eyes are on me.
Jook Uh
“Lune! I’m glad you’re here. I wasn’t able to fully explain the situation to Dr. Korlin. Perhaps you could help with that.” I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable, though, and I doubted that we could get anything out of her. I stepped in closer. “Lune,” I whispered in her ear, “these people are going to continue to stare at you until you talk. I know you aren’t used to this. But please try.”
((Zuki — I get it. Hopefully this post works!))
((Yes!))
I swallowed. “O..kay,” I whispered back. The room seemed to swell suddenly, and Dr. Korlin’s face grew bigger and bigger.
Ah–! I stepped back and began to talk, though I wasn’t sure anyone could hear me. “I found a dead body on the beach,” I said, tentatively. “And there was a..death…charm.”
“Are you sure?” Dr. Korlin asked. “I mean, it’s definitely suspicious, but we need to consider this fully.”
“I know it’s a death charm…my..mother, she was…Hecate…”
“I see. Who was the person who died?”
((Mikazuki, the cat is an alternate form of one of Pie Girl’s twin characters, children of Bast, who have enlisted Veikindi to help them get revenge on Jasper for insulting felinekind.
Also, Lune’s mother is Hecate, Goddess of Crossroads and Witchcraft and companion of Hades and Penelope? That is so cool! She’s my favorite Greek goddess. I actually was originally thinking of asking to make my characters her children, but I guess it’s a good thing I went for Hel instead! :lol:))
Skuggi~
I have gone from scared to freaked out. This Lune person seems so off to me. Not bad-off, necessarily, but the way she speaks, so brokenly… And her actions, too. It seems like she isn’t quite finishing her thoughts before she thinks of something else. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.
And what was that she said about taking after my great-uncle? I try to think. Does Loki have a brother? Back at home, I was almost never allowed out of Nifleheim.
When she grabs Dan and me and pulls us to the dance, I try to say “But I just got here! I’m not dressed for a dance!” But she doesn’t seem to hear.
Then I hear her talking to this Dr. Korlin person. A dead body with a death charm?? I think, startled. I thought I’d be escaping the dead by coming here. What have Veikindi and I gotten ourselves into??
“What? No! I don’t want to dance, I can’t dance, what are you–” My pleas are cut short by the sudden silence that echoes around the homecoming dance. Dr. Korlin and Lune are talking about a dead body and a death charm. Lovely, I think to myself.
“I see. Who was the person who died?” asks Dr. Korlin.
Lune hesitates. “It was… it was…”
Jook Uh nudges her gently, and softly says something to her. Lune looks around, takes a deep breath, and says,
“It was– It was Mitzui.”
The dance hall breaks out into furious whispers.
((I’m pretty sure that who was killed- somebody made her kill herself? If that is not correct, please feel free to ignore/correct it.))
I never knew Mitzui, so this means nothing to me. I glance over at Skuggi. She seems really freaked out.
“This is really freaky.”
((AL–Er…no, she just killed herself. Fairly randomly, actually. https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=7961&replytocom=394070#respond
https://musefanpage.com/blog/p=7961&replytocom=394107#respond
The Council of the Dead was trying to kill…someone, although who it is is not clear. That’s what the death charm was about. Basically, when the CotD finds out that they think they killed somebody, they are going to react, because of course they think they did. It’s a little confusing but anyway, then we can shape the story from there–I think we need some sort of a bit of a storyline, at least for the characters that aren’t entrapped in cat-revenge plots.
Randomosity–Okay, thanks! Also, I was considering Hel or Loki for the mother/father of Lune at first, but then I decided to go with witchcraft…spooky.))
“This is really freaky,” I hear Skuggi mutter. She looks slightly terrified. I wish I could reassure her, tell her that nobody died and nobody more will, but that’s not the truth.
Anyway, I have a feeling I’d be really bad at consolation.
“Lune, are you sure?” The intensity of the Doctor surprises me, and I take another step back.
“I can show you her…body, body by the cliffs, that’s how I found her, it was windy…the sea might have taken her away, yes, but the charm will still be there, I think…come, come…” Dr. Korlin nods and throws on a coat.
“Jook Uh, Skuggi, Dan, you come with us. Everyone else!” His voice rings throughout the hall. “Continue with the dance. We have to act normally. If the Council finds out we know, they may just attack; we need to form a plan, but that will come later.”
We move slowly out the door and through the halls, into the dark night. The sky is gray and dreary, broken up only by swirls of inky black thunderclouds. Soon it will be night, soon it will rain. A gust of wind blows over to us, carrying the scent of lilacs. We hear a howl in the distance, and as everyone turns to look, I am able to fade again.
I breathe a sigh of relief; it’s like being naked when I’m not faded. I am the spotlight if anyone is looking at me. Exposed.
“Lune?” Dr. Korlin calls out, looking for me fruitlessly.
I unfade, shivering slightly. “This way…” We follow the road, a pale ribbon in the dusk, until we reach the high cliffs and the sea. I got lucky; her body was caught by the rocks. Further up, near the base of the cliffs, is a small bronze charm. Yes, it’s definitely a death charm. I touch it and feel nauseous; what is wrong with me?! My mother is Hecate, for crying out loud–
Too bad I’m good.
Steeling myself, I pick up the charm and bring it to Dr. Korlin, who, like the others, is gathered around Mitzui.
(( Sorry… Thank you for correcting me.))
We all gather around the body. I force the scavenger in me to subside.
“So you’re certain the CotD sent this?” Dr. Korlin asks Lune.
She nods shakily. “Farily positive.” She whispers.
“What does CotD stand for?” quietly inquires Skuggi beside me.
“Council of the Dead, I believe.” I murmer. Skuggi looks scared, and I can tell she’s thinking of her brother, Veikindi.
“So we’re certain she was killed by the death charm?”
((Mikazuki- I’ve always liked spooky.
There seems to be some confusion about Skuggi. The murder doesn’t freak her out – she was raised in the underworld, after all. What freaks her out is – no offense, Mikazuki – Lune. The way she talks and acts puts Skuggi off.
Her feelins about the murder are more of a mish-mosh of confused, worried, fearful, and disillusioned. That last is because she’d hoped to escape the dead by coming t the Academy.))
Skuggi~
“Council of the Dead?” I whisper, “Oh gods. What if Veikindi finds out about it? He could cover any murder they commit so that we wouldn’t even know anyone had been killed! He was always so much more profficient at using his power than me, he has a lot more practice. But… The lunchroom… Even he’s not that good at it. Maybe we could watch for him there…”
Veikindi~
After going to the dorm I’ll be sharing with Jasper, I start arranging my stuff on my side of the room. I don’t have too much, I never did like clutter, but I put away what I do have.
There’s a convienient little chest of drawers next to my bed, and I put away my clothes in it. My school supplies go into the backpack my mother had gotten for me, which in turn goes under my bed. When I’m sure Jasper isn’t looking, I pull a small box made of bone from my suitcase. It has a strange lock on the bottom, and the word “LeiðarvÃsir” inscribed across the top. I take it with me and sit on my bed, turned so that even if Jasper looks in my direction he won’t be able to see what I’m doing. I pull my pen out of my shirt – the same one with which I responded to the messages from the Nightshade Twins, and press a concealed button on the side of it. A tiny, extremely skinny, and strangely shaped bone blade pops out of the back end. I open the lock on the box – with blood, of course. Cliched but effective. The cut is too small to be noticed, and not on my finger or anywhere else where even a small amount of damage can be terribly inconvenient. Inside the box is… another box. This one unmarked and bearing a different lock. I use the blade itself as a key this time. Inside that is a tiny, sealed urn. It is shut with a combination lock, but I do not open it. I just check to make certain it was undisturbed. I feel relieved to note that my Guide did not suffer on the journey to this disgusting Academy. I close and lock the boxes again, and hide it under a shirt in the back of a drawer.
I then sit on my bed and watch the sky turn dark, waiting for midnight.
((Is that how the dorms are arranged? If not, I can change this post to fit the layout.))
((I believe so. Sorry about any confusion- I put that bit about CotD in there because I knew Skuggi would be alarmed about that- her brother would certainly be involved with that? Anyway, so I’m presuming that they all think she was killed with the death charm, correct? I don’t know for sure, so I’m just going to wait for Mika and R_D. Lune and Jook Uh are more up-to-date. Can’t post now- I don’t have much time on here.))
((Actually, I think your introduction to Skuggi of the CotD was perfect. The thought of her brother joining a murderous organization would scare her.
Wait, she isn’t necessarily dead? I’m confused.
Also, I apologize for leaving out the “g” in “feelings”.))
((Oh, sorry. She’s dead, the characters don’t know what killed her. Unless they think it was the death charms, I don’t know.))
“It’s our best bet,” Dr. Korlin says. My hands are shaking. I drop the death charm and it sinks a bit into the sand.
Instantly I feel better.
“I can watch him,” I breathe. I don’t want to be heard. My dress is blowing in the wind, black lace. A few drops of rain splash down on it, and the lace becomes damp; it sinks back down near my foot. “Kill if necessary.”
((Lune is hardcore))
((Nah, more like “completely disconected from human lifeforms and their customs” ))
((Cake. Reading Mikazuki’s post made me realize something. My characters have lived their entire lives in the UNDERWOLRD for crying out loud. I think I made them too normal. Maybe I can salvage some small part of the situation by giving them some bizzare quirks that show up later on, but that will be kinda hard to do for Skuggi…))
Turning to Lune, I say, “Do you mean my brother?” Killing my brother certainly seems tempting, but… “That wouldn’t work. He’d just end up back in our mother’s domain, and… She’d probably force me to use my ability. Or worse, to retaliate.” I shudder. Death is one thing, but some of the things I’ve had to help my mother with… I look around for some sort of distraction.
I pick up the bronze charm that Lune dropped. It sends a pleasant tingle through my fingers, and body instinct makes me grip it tighter in a possesive reaction.
“Ah, so this is the death charm.” I say, dropping it. I’m always disgusted with my positive reaction to the death-touched. Then I force myself to pick it up again. “I’ve never seen anything like this before… Or felt anything like it, either.”
((Re: Skuggi’s Underworld quirks: It’s fine, I guess if she was never really fit for death stuff she’ll have natural reactions to death stuff but you don’t have to make her completely bizarre.))
DAN
I touch the charm. Immediately a strong shock runs through me, and I jerk my hand away, shuddering.
“Don’t ever make me touch that again.” I say. “Please.”
The group looks at me quizzically. “Sorry. I don’t do well with death. I’m more life… all life forms. Preferably animals.” I apologize.
“It’s fine,” mutters Lune, almost imperceptibly, “I don’t like it either.” I try to give a sympathetic smile.
((Skuggi’s quirks: Hel has a huge palace as well, right? If Skuggi was opposed to death ever a little she could have squirreled herself away in there, as well; it’s like people who don’t like the environment/people they’re in/around so they sort of avoid it, act out, etc, which might cause her to be at least a little bit normal.
They think the death charm killed her, but from here on it’s up to us to shape the plot–it’ll be helpful in integrating the new characters, I think… So what way do we want it to go? And the cat plot, as well–it doesn’t seem that Dan, Skuggi, Jook Uh, and Lune are involved in that, so I suppose that’s up to R101 and Pie Girl? I’m not entirely sure, I missed that… Pie Girl hasn’t posted in a while, though.))
Dr. Korlin leans to Mitzui and begins to pull her body across the sand. “Help me,” he orders, “We’re going to drag this into the sea.” I try to help him, but I’m weak and shaky from so many people, and it takes the combines efforts of Jook Uh, Dan, Skuggi, Dr. Korlin, and I to finally get her into the ocean. Dr. Korlin wades out and pushes her further in; her hair floats around her like some sort of jellyfish, until she gets out deep enough to sink. Dr. Korlin comes back in, his pants soaked to the knees, and puts the death charm in his pocket. I notice Dan flinch and stare at her until she looks away, slightly discomfited.
“Why did we just do that?” Jook Uh asks.
Dr. Korlin turns to face us; the intensity on his face surprises me. “No one can know about this. Hear me? Don’t mention it to a single soul. This can’t leak out, or CotD will attack. Understand?” Jook Uh nods, and he turns to me. “Lune, watch Veikindi. Do not let him out of your sight, and tell me if he learns of CotD or tries to get in touch with him.” I squirm unter his attention but nod; he turns away from me, leaving me pale and stripped of energy. No-one is looking at me; I fade, but listen nonetheless.
“Jook Uh, I will need your help.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Skuggi and Dan…go back to homecoming and tell everyone that Lune and Jook Uh are liars and are being punished. Don’t let anyone panic. If you notice anything strange or get the slightest hint that the CotD is attacking, come straight to me and tell everyone to stay together in the gym. Got it?”
((I’ hope I’m not powerplaying too much…))
((I like the way this is going. But I’m not sure where it’s going. What do you want to happen next?))
(( Yeah, waiting for midnight. bored.))
((-Agent Lightening, I wasn’t planning on making either of them completely bizzare, just… different. And my thoughts are less focused on death stuff, and more on how the only people Skuggi and Veikindi ever really came in contact with were each other, their mother, their mother’s servants, and the doomed dead.
-Mikazuki, You’re right, but she’d still be lacking in knowledge of social conventions.))
Skuggi~
I looked out into the water. “Then you’d better hope the current takes her far away.” I murmured.
“What?” asked Dr. Korlin sharply.
I flinched at his tone. “Bodies only sink initially. When they start decomposing, nothing can keep them from floating. I once saw the body of a little boy – some murderer had tried to dispose of the body – with a huge, rusty iron stove tied to it. It still floated to the top of the river…” I trailed off. Everyone was staring at me, except Lune. Where is Lune? I wondered. I wished I could disappear, like she seemed able to do. Too many people staring at me makes me nervous. It reminds me of how my mother’s servants would stare at me when they caught me hiding from my lessons again.
((By the way, the thing about bodies floating is true. And the thing with the iron stove is based on a research thing I read where a body was weighed down with 300 pounds of metal but still floated to the surface. It really did happen.))
((Sorry… we posted at about the same time, so I didn’t read that…))
((I’m not sure if there should have been some sort of CotD attack while we were away… I’ll just write like there wasn’t, and if it’s decided we should have had some sort of attack, I can just pretend my character didn’t notice it and then write in more. Another option, I suppose, is that the CotD attack after they arrive.))
DAN
Skuggi and I headed back toward homecoming. As the large building loomed ahead of us, we sped up into a run. I entered the large room. The door slammed loudly behind us, echoing loudly across the masses of students.
Silence filled the room, and I felt hundreds of pairs of eyes fixed on me.
“Well?” inquired someone.
“They were lying.” I said. “There was nothing there. Thought it would be funny if they got everyone in a panic.” I tried to act annoyed, as if they had really played an elaborate joke on us and we ran all the way there for nothing.
“They’re being punished.” Skuggi adds. “They deserve it, too.”
((We can just have Dr. Korlin decide to handle it with Lune.))
((Wait… handle what?))
((We just went back, right? Dr. Korlin and Lune can handle the body.))
((Ohhhhhhhhhhh, right. Sorry I haven’t been able to post much. So I guess the CotD hasn’t been able to attack while we were away?))
((Probably not, unless it was a room ambush. I think we can still use your post.))
((Okay. By the way, the random somebody is an NPC, a random guy. I’m not powerplaying anyone with that.))
“Lune?” asks somebody. “Playing a practical joke? That’s so unlike her.”
I shrug. “I know. I guess Jook Uh kind of dragged her into it. I mean, people tend to believe her, right? Anything happen while we were away?”
He shrugs back. “Not really, why?”
“Oh, no reason.”
I lean toward Skuggi and whisper, “Everything seem normal here?” She nods.
Trying to avoid awkward questions, Skuggi and I leave for the dorms.
I slip up the road and into the academy. The only hint of my prescence is a slight disturbance in the air.
I find Veikindi and watch him.
((Sorry, will post more later…))
((Cake!! I haven’t been on here for a while, sorry… but I don’t really know what to post… oh well…))
Back in my dorm, I sit down on my bed, mulling over the events of the night. The idea of the CotD makes me uneasy, so, making sure no one is watching, I open the window and jump out, gracefully metamorphosizing in thin air. A moment later I am swooping above the grounds as a peregrin falcon, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity.
((I’ve no idea what’s going on.))
((-257 As far as I can tell: My characters got enrolled into the academy. Pie Girl enlisted one of my characters in a side-plot to get revenge on Jasper. Everyone else was either at the dance, or dealing with an apparent attack on a student by the CotD. Not much seems to be happening at this point.
Is that about accurate?))
Skuggi~
I sit on my bed in my dorm and tried to relax. Unfortunately, my mind is racing, full of thoughts of home and the Council of the Dead and my disappointment that even here I can’t escape the dead.
“This is going to be one drawn-out night.” I mutter under my breath.
Veikindi~
I am startled out of a half-doze by a bizarre, unpleasant tingling sensation on the back of my neck. I do not recognize the sensation, as I have never experienced it before, but it prompts me to go to my dorm window and close the blinds. I don’t understand why, as I do not see anyone outside of my window, but my tension eases somewhat when the blinds are closed.
I try to read the clock in my dorm, but realize that it is too dark to do so. I root around to find the digital watch in my backpack by feel. I hate the thing, but my mother insists that backlit timepieces are a necessity for schoolchildren, so I had to bring it. I only wonder how she would know.
Anyway, I find my watch and discover it is nearing twelve o’ clock. I quietly get out of bed, put my shoes back on, and make my way to the area where I had checked in. It was time to meet the mysterious shape-shifting Nightshade Twins.
LUNE
I am following Veikindi, down the hallway. He is going to meet the twins. I know he can feel something there, watching him, but he will not be able to find me. Though we are both of the Underworld, it is of different goddesses that we were raised under–not that Hecate did much to raise me, of course. I bite back a bitter laugh and settle in for the arrival of the twins.
((Pie Girl, this will be the last post I can make about Veikindi without you posting as the twins.
Agent Lightning, who is Dan’s divine parent again?))
Veikindi~
The unpleasant tingle is back as I make my way to the meeting place. I put my hand to the back of my neck and try to look around surreptitiously. I still can’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I put it down to a sort of paranoia induced by tiredness and unfamiliarity with my surroundings. I lower my hand from my neck.
I arrive at the place where I am to meet the Nightshade twins. It still isn’t quite midnight yet, so I lean nonchalantly against a wall and wait.
((Pie Girl? I see your name in the Recent Comments Bar, and I need you to post.
SFTDP.))
(( Sorry! Italics mean meowing.))
ALEX
I reached for a chip on the table. CeCi came and swatted my hand away.
” Do you know what time it is? It’s 11:59!”
The words ‘ Holy Crap’ practically were written on our faces. I grabbed her and ducked under the table, where we unzip our dresses, because we can’t morph with sequins. They get sewn into your fur. It really, really hurts. We then morph into cats.
” Let’s go! C’mon !”
We race, dodging feet and glad that we aren’t in disguise as pet cats. (Stupid bells.) In the empty-ish hallway, I sight a figure. I check to see if this is the meeting place. I gesture with my tail.
” Hello, Nightshade Twins. “
Siriana wandered aimlessly around the darkened hallways of the school. She couldn’t keep still, so walking helped to organize her mind.
“Siri!” A familiar voice hissed. She looked down a hallway, then walked over quickly to the figure standing there.
“El and Skandar are still alive, aren’t they?” Cassiel asked, sounding slightly panicked.
“They’re in a vegetative state. Is that alive enough?”
“That makes sense,” Cassiel said. “That explains a lot. They’re not back yet–they haven’t woken up. Which means something is still keeping them here, and that something is their still-breathing capsules. You’ve got to destroy them.”
“I have to? What about you?”
“Yes, I can’t move! I’m a hologram!”
“Cool,” Siriana said, poking Cassiel in the shoulder. Her finger went right through the image.
“Stop that! Do you know how hard it is to send a holographic image through a wormhole? But listen. I know you want to stay here, but time is running out. The prison you’re being kept in was only built to last for a certain amount of time.”
“So what’s happening? Back at your end?”
“We’re orbiting a black hole, just inside the event horizon. The prison is burning massive amounts of power to push against the black hole and once it runs out we’ll be sucked in. I’m not leaving you three.”
“How long do you have?”
“I don’t know how time flows at this end, but on my end I have one hundred hours until the prison starts to disintegrate.”
“So what do I do?”
“Irreparably destroy El and Skandar’s bodies. If there is no way their bodies in your world can be repaired or reanimated, they wake up in the prison. And Siri…”
“What?”
“You’ll have to die too.”
“That’s fine, I don’t care.”
“You’ll have to really die. I mean completely, utterly, destroyed and dead. You only have one chance. You can’t mess it up.”
“Cass, one more thing. Why were you set on a course for a black hole?”
“Whoever built this prison built it to store their greatest weapons. If everything failed, they wanted to destroy their last and greatest weapon so that the universe could never find it. That’s my guess. I have to go now. If you see me again, you’re really running out of time. And if you see shrapnel falling from the sky, you need to die. Don’t mess it up.”
“I won’t,” Siriana whispered as Cassiel’s image flickered and vanished. She turned around, thinking to go to the infirmary, and ran smack into Adrian. She yelped and he grabbed her wrist.
“Who were you talking to?”
“No one.”
“Liar.” He increased the pressure on her wrist. “A god?”
“Yes. A god. Sort of.”
“Which one? Who was she?”
“Family,” Siriana said, then sent a jolt of energy into him, effectively knocking him out. She hurried away, pulling all the light from the hallway as she went, leaving him in utter darkness. She got to the infirmary with no trouble. Everyone had gone to bed, tired from the homecoming festivities. Breaking in was no problem, but then she realized the difficulty of what she had to do. If she sucked all the energy out, she would instantly be blamed. Decomposition would take too long. That left one option.
I could burn them, but it would have to look like an accident. Or…that would be good. I could freak Adrian out a little bit. Make it look like some of his troops are not under his control…of course, that would be right, but he wouldn’t know that it was me. Looks like I have time to mess with the stupid Council of the Dead before I die.
((Sorry for the PPing.))
Adrian woke up and groaned. Every part of his body felt like it had been hammered by Hephaestus.
“Adrian,” James said tensely. “Look at this.” He was looking out the window. Adrian got up stiffly and looked. A slab of stone formed a natural, table-like formation not too far from the school. Two charred bodies, utterly unable to be recognized, lay smoking on the rock. Carved deep into the ground was: THE VICTIMS OF THE COUNCIL OF THE DEAD
“SIRIANA!” Adrian roared. “Where is she? I’m going to kill her!”
((Thanks, Pie Girl!))
Veikindi~
Two cats approach. One of them is the messenger from earlier/yesterday. (It must be past midnight by now.) One of them waves ens tail at me.
“Hello, Nightshade twins.” I say. I step forward. “According to your note, you will reveal your identities and grant one favor, is that correct?”
(( How old is Veikindi? If he’s like, 15, then should he react to them being 11 and a half?))
ALEX
” Yes, correct.” I say ,morphing to human. If I had a trenchcoat, I would feel so badass. I nudge Ceci with my foot.
” Sorry, she’s kind of shy.” Ceci morphed into a cat girl.
” I didn’t know you could do that! ” I mentioned.
” Only when I’m tired.” I nodded.
” So dude, what’s your request? ” I ask.
((R101- Dan does not know who her mother is, only that she is some sort of animal goddess, which gives her the powers of speaking to animals, talking to animals, ect, ect.))
((What should Kezo do? He’s been skulking around all this time…))
((Cake! My comment… I meant to say that Kezo can either join Pie Girl’s characters and Veikindi, or en can go make an appearance at homecoming. It all depends on which side en is on.))
((Vanillabean: As I am a hawk, soaring above the grounds, should I be able to notice the bodies mentioned at the end of your post? Should I (Dan) do something/notice it??))
((Agent Lightning- Thank you for telling me.
Mago Berry- Is Kezo good, evil, nuetral, or undecided?
Pie Girl- He’s 13. I don’t think he’ll take their age into consideration. Speaking of your characters, they’re both girls, right?))
Veikindi~
I looked at the two cat people for a moment, memorizing the appearence of their human – or, in the case of the tired one, mostly human – forms.
“Do your names count as part of your identities?” I ask calmly, “And would it be possible to wait and ask for that favor later, when I need one?”
(( Yes, all girls, minus Jasper . I thought Kezo was evil but I’m not Mago Berry, so I can’t say. ))
ALEX
” I’m Alex, and my tired sister is Ceci. And you can wait on the favor. Ceci, maybe a more human like form.” Ceci glared at me, while her ears and tail shrunk away.
((Thanks, Ghost of Pie Girl.))
Veikindi~
“All right, well my name is Veikindi. I’ll save that favor for when I need it, then.”
I openly stare at Ceci. It isn’t quite as impressive as when they went from full-cat to human, but I’ve never seen any powers other than the one I share with my sniveing sister, so it’s quite interesting. Of course, it doesn’t seem nearly as useful as my power…
“Nice power.” Is all I say.
((Poke poke.))
((I’d post, but I’m waiting for Vanillabean’s response. Sorry.))
((Darn. I guess we’ll just have to wait for Vanillabean and Pie Girl.))
(( Thought somebody ws planning to run into us. Would be nice. ))
((*listens to sickly cough of dying thread*))
((Sorry, I didn’t see the question. Yes, you notice the bodies burning. You did not see Siriana put them outside. There is nothing you could do.))
((Pie Girl – I think Mikazuki’s character Lune was just planning to spy. I don’t think she wanted direct confrontation. Veikindi can sort of sense the presence of someone else in the room (you know that prickly feeling when you’re being watched?) but he put it down to a case of the heebie-jeebies (for lack of a better term). If you like, one of our characters could literally run into her. I’m pretty sure she’s invisible, so they wouldn’t really know someone was there without direct physical contact.))
CeCi
” Meh. I’ve seen better. ”
” We should be going?” Veikindi said. I nodded, and we shifted to cats, which is like floating out your body and back into a different one. I ran forward at a cattish speed when I ran smack into something. Where I ran into turned to a shimmer.
” Dang, it wore off.” A voice said. A awful famillair voice.
” Lune?”
((What? No! I posted! A lot! Yesterday! Well, a good-sized amount! WHERE DID IT GO!!!))
Swooping above the grounds, I noticed an odd rock formation that seemed to be emitting a lot of smoke, just outside of the dark grounds.
Volcano? I wondered, swooping down for a closer look. But no- those were bodies on top of the rock, more blackened and charred than bodies are supposed to be. They were corpses.
Burning.
I shuddered. Who could have– Only then did I notice the engraving on the rock: THE VICTIMS OF THE COUNCIL OF THE DEAD.
Oh, no.
Where was Dr. Korlin? He needed to know about this. I remembered the events of the evening, and turned towards the cliffs. Flying hard with the night wind ruffling my feathers, I quickly approached the spot where I hoped I could find who I needed to talk to.
As I neared the cliffs, I saw two figures sillouhetted against the sky. Dr. Korlin and Jook Uh were walking back towards the school. The water poundedthe rocks and salt sprayed up into the air. I pulled into a dive, and landed less-than-gracefully on the ground in front of Dr. Korlin. He gave me a concerned look. I tried to speak, but nothing came out but a bird’s call. Oh, right, I thought. Quickly morphing out of my hawk form, I said breathlessly,
“It’s the CotD. They’ve struck.”
((Thanks, Pie Girl. Maybe Mikazuki will post…))
Veikindi~
Ah, so that’s why it felt like I was being watched.
I narrow my eyes angrily, and grab her shoulder so she can’t try to run.
“Lune.” I growl. “What precisely are you doing here?”
((Mikazuki?))
((*listens to more coughing*
*hackhackcoughcoughhackhackhack*))
((*coughgaghackMIKAZUKIchokewheeze*))
((**pokes Mikazuki**))
(( MIKAZUKI! I HAVE SOME TREATS FOR YOU BUT I WILL SEND YOU BEAVER MUSIC IF YOU DON’T GET! ))
((Oh! Sorry! I’ve been away for a while, and I forgot to check when I got back…*flimsy excuse choklit*
Also, to clarify, Lune is not invisible. She is faded. It’s sort of complicated and she doesn’t fully understand it, but basically she stays in the shadows and she becomes like shadow…when people see her, rather, if they, for example, bumped into her, or if she speaks, they are able to see her. But if they look away for even a second, she fades away again.))
I can feel the hatred and fear, surprise and distrust, jab into me like little pins. The shock of being caught startles me so much that at first I cannot speak. I’ve never had someone be able to see me when I didn’t choose for them to before. I try to fade, but I know it’s impossible. They know I’m here–Veikindi is holding onto my shoulder with hands of iron, for Zeus’ sake. I just shake my head and wish I was anywhere but here. This is a thousand times worse than what happened before.
Veikindi shakes me and repeats himself. “What are you doing here?!”
Words finally come. Whisper soft–“Veikindi…yes, Veikindi…I have been seeking you out. And you, Nightshade Twins…you must come…”
((WARNING: In the following post, Dr. Korlin is going to attempt to identify the bodies. I will inevitably get something wrong here in the identififactions (I’m going off a much earlier post by Vanillabean that I found while skimming this thread.) Sorry for the inconviencence- I’m going to assume here that Alec and Ingrid are the same people as El and Skandar? That was what I gathered. If not, ignore that part and we shall assume that Dr. Korlin was wrong. Sorry for the inconvienence.))
“Where? Who?” asked Dr. Korlin.
“I was flying above the campus grounds, and on the edge of it was a big slab of rock. There were two bodies, burning, and engraved on the rock were the words ‘The Victims of the Council of the Dead’. I was too late to save them, and I came here as soon as I could.”
A minute later, Dr. Korlin was following me towards the site of the attack. Jook Uh had stayed behind. I walked as quickly as I could, with the gnawing feeling that as a cheetah or falcon I could get there much quicker. Politely, however, I walked with Dr. Korlin, who interrogated me the whole way. I suppose you can never be too careful…
We arrived at the rock. “It looked smaller from up in the air,” I muttered, but Dr. Korlin paid no notice. “Ingrid and Alec…” he said, examining the bodies. “Yes, I think that’s who they are…”
((See I would love to post but I have no idea what to do. Hmmmm… where should Jook Uh go?))
((Hmm, I think homecoming’s over… maybe you’d join Lune?))
((Maybe, it hinges on whether fireh responds to my post on the Futuristic Dystopia thing thread.))
CECI
I did not transform, feeling something bad was going to happen, and would get worse if I were human.
((Thanks for posting again, Mikazuki. I would have posted sooner, but school got in the way.))
Veikindi~
I can tell Lune is a little scared. She can’t have expected to have been discovered. Too be honest, I enjoy it a little – even shaking her a little and repeating my question to try to scare her a little more – since I haven’t really encountered fear since leaving Nifleheim.
Upon hearing her response, I stare suspiciously straight into her eyes. “Why have you been seeking us?” I ask in my somewhat-menacing voice. “How long have you been standing there? Where exactly are you trying to take us? And why in Midgard should we go with you?”
Skuggi~
After waking up several times in the night, I give up trying to sleep and decide to go for a walk. I wander the school grounds aimlessly, but as I get to the edge of the grounds, an extremely faint but pleasant tingle spreads through my fingers. Someone nearby has died, very recently and very violently. No, more than one somone. No matter how violent a person’s death, I wouldn’t be able to sense one corpse without direct contact.
I walk in the direction that makes the tingle stronger, and soon I come to a huge slab of rock with two smoldering corpses on it. There are words engraved in the rock, but I’m too disgusted at my affinity for death to come close enough to read them. Dan and Dr. Korlin are standing next to the slab.
“Wh-what happened?” I ask with a bit of a quaver in my voice. More deaths. I think to myself No! I was supposed to leave death behind when I came here! This isn’t fair!
“Lune!”
I close my eyes and feel myself swaying back and forth. I can feel the threads of witchcraft in this school; feel the weaving they have created. It almost feels like falling into warm water; sliding in until my head is under. When I open my eyes I don’t see Veikindi. I can see spells and charms and the people who cast them. It’s a strange sort of heat; like feeling a volcano explode from a long way away.
I was so stupid to forget this is a school for demigods. Of course there is magic, and…well, maybe Hecate took pity on me, or maybe I’ve always had this ability.
There is something new here. Demigod magic, recent. Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning…
Veikindi looks as if he’s seen a ghost.
Veikindi~
Suddenly Lune starts swaying back and forth. Her shoulder grows slightly warm under my hand. When she opens her eyes, she isn’t looking at anything in the room. Is this her power? Is she being possesed? What is going on?? I stare at her in utter confusion.
DAN
“Wh-what happened?” Skuggi looked frantic, terrified.
“It’s the CotD,” I told her.
Dr. Korlin looked grave. “They were students.”
“Students?”
Lune
“This will have to wait,” I hiss. “I’ll find you, Veikindi.”
He is still holding onto my shoulder, but I turn in a circle, twisting his arm, and he is forced to let go for a second. “Stop!” he says. “You’re not going anywhere until you answer my questions.”
I’m able to slip away, despite being trapped against the wall, and I run. As soon as I round the corner I fade and hide in the shadows, trembling and hot. What was the thing that I felt? I have to go find Dr Korlin. Or somebody. I run away through the shadows, but though Veikindi and two cats are chasing after me, I manage to get out the doors. I have no plan; if I’d been thinking I should have gone to Dr Korlin’s office. Well, I can’t go back in there now. Normally I’m more subtle about things, and I wonder what just happened.
I notice Skuggi and Dan by a large slab of rock a ways away and walk towards them. Dr Korlin is with them. I am about to tell him what I felt but I notice what is resting on the slab. Two burned bodies. I felt whoever did this do it. It must have been a while ago though–the remains of magic.
“They were students,” I hear Dr Korlin tell Skuggi.
“Students?”
Veikindi~
Lune has escaped. I turn to Alex and Ceci. “Do either of you have any idea of what just happened?” I ask.
Skuggi~
“Students?” I ask, then curse my stupidity. Of course they were students! Who else could they be? “Uh, I-I mean, who? I’ve never met them before.” I still can’t keep the quaver out of my voice, the result of mild fear, disapointment, and a sort of struggle between my natural death-affinity and my revulsion and hatred of it.
Then a thought occurs to me. “Wait, are you cure this was actually the CoTD? Would they be the kind of people to tell everyone they were behind it?”
((SFTDP. Sorry, I meant to type “are you sure”.))
((DIVINE POKE! POKE POKE POKE!))
((OI! DEMIGOD RPG! IS SLOWLY DYING! REVIVE! REVIVE! *COUGHCOUGHCOUGHHACKHACKCOUGHHACKHACKCOUGHHACKCOUGH* *POKEPOKEPOKE* *joins in poking*))
“Hmm… we can’t be sure,” says Dr. Korlin. “But I think they did. Ingrid and Alec… I should have known…”
“So what happens now? Do we shut down the school?” I remembered my short stay at a public school when I was ten. So many drills: fire drills, tornado drills, lockdown drills, evacuation… I could only imagine what would have happened if they found bodies. Somehow I couldn’t imagine the students at this school being herded into closets as if they were sheep, or crouching in cinder-block hallways if there was some sort of divine emergency.
((I hope this was okay….))
((Oh, the havoc I have caused…oops. ))
“No,” Dr. Korlin said slowly. “The school will not be shut down. This is an awful thing to happen…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but seemed to be in deep thought. “We will have a funeral and bury them as appropriately as we may.”
“Is this the first death to occur here that wasn’t accidental?” Skuggi asked.
Dr. Korlin paused. “No.”
A shiver ran through the small group.
“We must do what we know is right,” Dr. Korlin said. “Sometimes the gods have their own plans for us that we don’t understand. Sometimes the gods are capricious and use each others’ children in their own struggles for power. I don’t know if this is such a case.”
((Vanillabean- Havoc is always fun. :twisted:))
Skuggi~
“If only I was as strong as Veikindi…” I whisper, “But I never could be, because practicing was so horrible… Maybe if I brought Veikindi here, I could get him to help us? But he’d probably resurrect them to do it…” I squirm uncomfortably as I notice everyone staring at me. “He’s stronger than me. He might be able to use his powers to tell who did this.”
((I’m confused, what’s going on?))
((Read post 263. The bodies have been found by Dan, Dr. Korlin, Skuggi, and Lune.
Can other people add to this, please?))
((Dan spotted the bodies, and she alerted Dr. Korlin, Skuggi, and Lune. The bodies are those of El and Skandar.))
((Known as Alec and Ingrid at the Academy.
Siriana will DESTROY anyone who tries to resurrect them. The whole point of burning the bodies is so they can’t be resurrected in the world that the Antediluvian Academy is in.))
((Wait, isn’t Sirinia dead yet? I thought she was going to kill herself.))
((Going to. Not yet.))
((Cool beans. Found where? Who killed them? And is the dance over?
Man, I haven’t been on in ages…))
((Okay. Fireh and R_D are back with a bang!
Just so no one is confused, this is continuing from post 173:
AKI
I wander around, watching all the people milling around and greeting each other. Some of them are older and I don’t recognize them–alumni, maybe? Not that it matters. “I don’t really see the point of this.†I mutter to myself grouchily. “Maybe it’s just for fun! Why does there have to be a point?†I jump as someone speaks to ne, spinning around to see who had snuck up on me and inadvertently getting my feet tangled and falling on my back.
We might be stretching the timeline a bit but who cares? :D))
Jook Uh
I grin and extend a hand to help Aki up. “Yeah, I don’t really buy that stuff either,” I said, “but I’ve skipped it before. The teachers get on your case pretty quickly.”
“Next time don’t surprise me,” Aki growled, but I could sense the lightheartedness in her tone. I hoped.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Dragging her behind the snack table, I ducked behind a corner. “Did you hear what happened?”
((More later. Food calls.))
((POKE))
Jook Uh
Aki shook her head. “I saw a commotion, but I was on the other side of the gym.”
“Well, the official story is –” I stopped as another student came to the snack table. It wouldn’t be good if this story was overheard. It also probably wasn’t a good decision to tell Aki, but I needed help, and though I hadn’t known her long, she seemed trustworthy.
Just as the student finished getting his food, another walked up. I cursed. “We need a place we can talk without being overheard. Got any ideas?”
Aki shrugged. “You’ve been here longer than me.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned and looked around. The exits were guarded by teachers. The various nooks and crannies of the room were occupied by students who were… let’s just say very interested in one another. I looked around again, an idea forming in my mind.
“Feel like dancing?” I asked, pulling Aki into the middle of the room.
((Hope that’s not too much PPing, I can continue but I’d like fireh’s thoughts.
By the way, if you’re looking for someone to find out what happened to the bodies, remember which person can communicate with ghosts!))
((Pie Girl, would you please continue where I left off in post 295? Veikindi’s sort of floating at this point.))
((SFTDP. POKE!!))
((THIS ISN’T REALLY A TRIPlE POST, IS IT? POKE!!!))
((SFTDP. That should say “TRIPLE POST”. Sorry.))
((Sorry for however many posts in a row this is, but am I the only one who remembers this thread?))
((REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE I’M SO SORRY BUT I AM SO BUSY HOPEFULLY LESS BUSY NOW WILL TRY TO POST))
“Jook Uh can communicate with ghosts,” I remember. “Could he find out what happened to the bodies?”
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Skuggi~
“That sounds like a good idea.” I say, relieved not to have to rely on my brother. “He’s still at the party right? I can go bring him.” Anything to get away from those corpses.
((Haha, I just had a thought for how my characters will react to the sun coming up – seeing as they lived their whole lives in the underworld. But for that to work, this night needs to move on, so – REVIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
((POKE POKE POKE POKE!!!!!))
((So alone…))
((Please, please, please try to move on from the burning corpses thing. It was done on purpose to get my characters out of the story.))
Dr. Korlin, chaperoning the dance, overheard the new students talking.
“I know that what happened is very disturbing,” he said. “but please, do not take it upon yourself to investigate. Whoever committed this crime is extremely dangerous, and the last thing the school wants is for more students to die. You must trust me and the school.”
The small group didn’t like it, but they seemed to accept his words.
Siriana smirked slightly when she overheard Dr. Korlin. ‘Extremely dangerous?’ Any more compliments and her ego would explode. She noticed Adrian across the room, and her smile grew bigger.
“What’s so funny?” Kali asked. “Why is Adrian glaring at you?”
“No idea,” Siriana replied.
“Who burnt the bodies?” Kalie asked suddenly.
“The CotD. Obviously.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t Adrian have told us all? I’ve asked around and no one seems to know anything about it.”
“And I don’t know anything about it either. But who do you think did it?”
Kali bit her lip. “James.”
“Really?” Siriana was intrigued. “Why?”
Kali shrugged. “He’s Adrian’s right hand man. Adrian would trust him with a job like that.”
“Oh, he’s going to be in power much longer. Haven’t you seen him at the meetings? He hates it and all of us. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried something desperate soon.”
“Like what?”
Siriana didn’t answer her question. “Personally, I think it was Adrian. He probably wouldn’t mind having a little glory and credit all for himself. He wouldn’t think twice about deceiving anyone.”
Kali’s eyes narrowed, but before she could say anything Siriana leaned over and whispered, “This is just between us, right?”
“Oh, yes,” Kali replied.
Siriana smiled widely. “Good.” And then added, “I know I can trust you.”
Kali went off to get something to drink, talking with a few CotD people on the way. James slunk over to Siriana.
“You know that Adrian is furious with you, right?” He said dully.
“What for?”
“He thinks you burned the bodies.”
“I didn’t do it, but I know who did.”
Startled, he looked at her.
“It was Kali,” Siriana said, looking surprised. “I thought it was obv–anyway, she liked Alec, and I think she was jealous. And you know how people do crazy things for love, right? They do desperate things.”
“Yeah, I guess they do,” he replied. He left quickly, and she was left by herself to watch confusion spread among members of the CotD.
((Fireh, I’m just going to continue I guess feel free to disregard it if you want to change the plot))
Jook Uh
“Dead bodies were found at the beach, and there was a death charm…it’s all very confusing. I don’t understand it that much. But it looks like the Council of the Dead…” I see Aki’s questioning look and clarify. “They’re the bad guys at this school. Trying to destroy everyone and whatnot.” She nods and I continue. “It looks like it’s their work.” I grimace. “But to be honest, I don’t know if there’s much we can do about it. Dr. Korlin says we shouldn’t, and even if we were to disobey him there’s not much to see.”
“Well…thanks for the update I guess,” Aki said, a little confused, and I realized I hadn’t gotten around to my main point.
“There’s more. Since it’s all hush hush, Lune, the girl I was with, and I are supposed to be liars. Nothing happened…officially. So I just wanted to let you know I wasn’t.”
“I see…” came the response, and I cursed internally because it seemed like I had alienated one of my only friends here. Ah well.
“After all, that’s what friends do, isn’t it?” I said, winking to mask my uncertainty, and walked off. I couldn’t be at the dance much longer anyway, as I was supposed to be punished.
((I have no idea what we’re doing. We need a new plot movement. Ideas?))
((I’m sorry this doesn’t add to the plot. It’s only the most complicated write-out in the history of RPGs.))
Siriana stepped out onto the patio and watched the sun set for a few minutes, considering what to do next.Time was running out for her, so maybe she could delay the CotD for a little bit. Just then, a bright light flashed in the sky, and something fell into the ocean. Burning shrapnel falling from the sky. Cassiel’s one hundred hours must be nearing their end. She made her way inside, picking the pockets of every CotD member she could find. She collected eleven of the soul-sucking tools, including her own. It probably wasn’t all, but that was OK. She found Adrian’s room, and let herself in. It was dark. That was fine. She destroyed as much as she could, but it drained her strength. Then she began to pull the energy out of the air and matter around her, then poured herself into the vibrating ball of energy. The explosion was half that of a hydrogen bomb. Siriana was gone.
((All right chaps, here’s how it is:
-Siriana, Alec, and Ingrid are dead, finito, gone. They must not appear in any future posts.
-Cassiel (and Siriana, Alec, and Ingrid) belong to a separate story (and fictional world) in my head that lined up conveniently with this one. Cassiel must not appear in any future posts.
-Siriana just blew up pretty much everything Adrian owned. Aggie, if you feel that this is too much PPing on my part, please determine how much damage Siriana caused. Her intent was to cause severe damage and weaken the CotD, but obviously for the sake of this story they must not be completely crippled. Regardless of how much damage you want her to have caused, though, Siriana is gone.
-The world Siriana really belongs to may not be accessed by the gods or other characters of the world of this RPG in any way, so there is no chance of pulling her back for revenge or in a seance or anything of that sort.
It has been a pleasure writing with you all; you are all amazingly creative and I hope you continue to write, especially if it is just for fun, for the rest of your lives.
((Wow. I’d almost forgotten about this thread. Vanillabean, the other students could hear the explosion, right?))
((Most certainly.))
((315.1 – OK, good.))
Skuggi~
Suddenly I hear a huge explosion. “What was that?!” I squeak, jumping nearly a foot in the air. I immediately realize how ridiculous that must sound, since nobody around me could possibly know either unless they were responsible for the explosion. And if they were, they certainly wouldn’t say. I turn to Lune and Dan. “Dr. Korlin would probably tell us it’s to dangerous to get involved, but…” I almost unconsciously turn in the direction of the explosion.
Veikindi~
Alex and Ceci are unresponsive, so I shrug and head off on my own, trying to find Lune. As soon as I get outside, I stifle a yelp and cover my eyes with my sleeve. It is bright outside, brighter than the candlelight in my mother’s hall. I have never been exposed to such bright light before, what could it possibly be? I peek out from under my sleeve, and my eyes slowly adjust to the brightness. I look up into the sky; the near-black is being subsumed by a paler blue. Of course, it must be morning. I realize. The sun is rising. I’ll get to see Sol in her glory for the first time – or, wait… If so many pantheons of gods exist in this place at once, maybe it’s a different sun that rises in the sky? Perhaps it is the Greek chariot that I’ll see. What was that god’s name? Helios? Or maybe a god from a religion I’ve never even heard of? Maybe they all take turns driving the sun across the sky? Or maybe… This sun represents no god at all? No, that’s silly. Veikindi rubbed his eyes and continued on in a random direction. I don’t know where Lune is, but I’ll catch that little shadow-walking witch’s daughter. She’ll regret ever spying on me. I mentally resolve to discover some method of saving my vision from brightness. I look upon impending noon with dread.
((Does Mikazuki still post? Because if she doesn’t, I’ll need to think of a way to redirect Veikindi.))
((Mikazuki is around. She was last here on December 29 but hasn’t made an appearance this year yet.))
((Oh, good. Aside from this RP, I enjoy reading Mikazuki’s posts. It would be sad if she stopped posting them.))
((SFTDP. I KNOW THIS THREAD IS ALREADY DEAD, BUT MAYBE WE CAN BRING IT BACK? WE ARE DEMIGODS AFTER ALL…))