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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Bismarck
in September 2nd, 2010 @ 21:49TERRANCE 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.”
“I…can’t.”
“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.”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.”
“Don’t patronize me! I’m better than you,” Ako hissed. “You don’t even know how this is going to end.”
“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.”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.”
“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.
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Mago Berry
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 10:34((New thread! Yay!))
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agrrrfishi
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 15:08Omorose 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.”
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Witchneko
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 16:27FELINA
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.
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LittleBasementKitten
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 16:36Hyacith 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.
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agrrrfishi
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 17:26“Damned if I know,” he replied.
“How are we going to get back?” Omorose wondered aloud. “I don’t see any teachers.”
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Witchneko
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 19:06‘I don’t think there are any;” I snarked. “If there were, wouldn’t they have helped us with the bunyips?”
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agrrrfishi
in September 3rd, 2010 @ 22:47“You would think, instead of running off like scared little children.” Omorose moped. “Ironic.”
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LittleBasementKitten
in September 4th, 2010 @ 06:40Hyacinth 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.
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agrrrfishi
in September 4th, 2010 @ 10:38“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.
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Mago Berry
in September 4th, 2010 @ 18:09Kezo 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.
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Errata
in September 5th, 2010 @ 22:55Adonia:
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.
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agrrrfishi
in September 9th, 2010 @ 18:51((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.
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Bismarck
in September 9th, 2010 @ 21:46((PEOPLE, COME BACK!!))
((YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME!))
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Errata
in September 9th, 2010 @ 22:07((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.
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Mago Berry
in September 10th, 2010 @ 14:19Kezo 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?
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Bismarck
in September 12th, 2010 @ 14:27((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.))
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agrrrfishi
in September 16th, 2010 @ 12:27((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.))
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Bismarck
in September 16th, 2010 @ 13:14((Isn’t that accompanied with a sport though? How about an “immersion trip”? ))
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Witchneko
in September 16th, 2010 @ 17:31((Explain this concept of homecoming to the middle schooler?))
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SudoRandom
in September 16th, 2010 @ 19:39((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.))
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agrrrfishi
in September 17th, 2010 @ 06:34((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?))
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Bismarck
in September 17th, 2010 @ 11:51((We could flash forward, sort of skim over the next few weeks leading up to a homecoming event or something.))
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agrrrfishi
in September 17th, 2010 @ 12:07((That sounds like a good idea.))
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LittleBasementKitten
in September 17th, 2010 @ 14:15((Sounds good.))
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agrrrfishi
in September 18th, 2010 @ 11:19((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.
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Bismarck12
in September 18th, 2010 @ 12:40((Wonderful segue!))
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agrrrfishi
in September 18th, 2010 @ 13:26((Thanks!
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starr
in September 19th, 2010 @ 12:43((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…))
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Mikazuki
in September 19th, 2010 @ 12:01((Could I join this? Or is it way too far into the story…?))
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Bismarck
in September 19th, 2010 @ 15:12((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.))
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Mikazuki
in September 19th, 2010 @ 16:21((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.))
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SudoRandom
in September 19th, 2010 @ 14:48ERIN
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.
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agrrrfishi
in September 19th, 2010 @ 15:42Erin 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.
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SudoRandom
in September 19th, 2010 @ 18:02ERIN
“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.”
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agrrrfishi
in September 19th, 2010 @ 19:07((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.
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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 βρήκε καμία λέξη…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, Hœnir, 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.”
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agrrrfishi
in September 20th, 2010 @ 11:30((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.”
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agrrrfishi
in September 20th, 2010 @ 12:07((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.
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Bismarck
in September 21st, 2010 @ 13:15((Is this officially the transition to homecoming, and how much time has passed?))
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agrrrfishi
in September 21st, 2010 @ 17:33((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.))
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SudoRandom
in September 21st, 2010 @ 17:54((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?))
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agrrrfishi
in September 21st, 2010 @ 18:17((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.))
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SudoRandom
in September 22nd, 2010 @ 20:32((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.”
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in September 22nd, 2010 @ 21:25Omorose 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.
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in September 22nd, 2010 @ 22:44TERRANCE 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.
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in September 23rd, 2010 @ 13:57((Is my character okay? How should she come into the story?))
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agrrrfishi
in September 23rd, 2010 @ 17:39((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.))
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in September 23rd, 2010 @ 21:42((Or even better make her a part of the newly christened “good group” or prophecy to one of the main characters))
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in September 24th, 2010 @ 13:58((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…?))
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in September 26th, 2010 @ 09:38((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.))
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in September 26th, 2010 @ 16:23((Kay.))
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in September 26th, 2010 @ 00:07((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!))
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in September 26th, 2010 @ 06:38Halena 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.
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in September 27th, 2010 @ 17:38Kezo 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.
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in September 28th, 2010 @ 19:45((Everyone’s off the bus now, by the way.
I’ll get writing more later. ))
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in October 1st, 2010 @ 20:47((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.))
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in October 20th, 2010 @ 18:10((I’d say it’s about the end of the day.
PEOPLE, COME BACK!!))
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in October 20th, 2010 @ 18:59((What should I do?))
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in October 20th, 2010 @ 19:31((Have your character walk into the school, like everyone is doing right now. Then get her a room and send her to bed.))
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in October 21st, 2010 @ 15:34((I’ve got a feeling that now is not the best time to attempt a revival of this thread, with NaNoWriMo almost upon us.))
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in October 21st, 2010 @ 16:30((Mikazuki~ you can room with Cecila, if you want.))
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in October 21st, 2010 @ 17:53((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.
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in October 24th, 2010 @ 13:04Alex
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.
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in November 16th, 2010 @ 15:24((Coughcough. Bismark, I need you to respond!!!))
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in December 3rd, 2010 @ 20:33((Now that NaNoWriMo is over and done, what say we kick start this back up again?))
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in December 3rd, 2010 @ 20:46((Seconded!))
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in December 3rd, 2010 @ 22:14((I believe we were just going to roleplay school for a bit, with a dance coming up? That’ll be fun.))
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in December 3rd, 2010 @ 23:28((Cool beans. Can it be morning yet?))
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in December 4th, 2010 @ 00:08((Whatever gets it going. I’ll RP some tomorrow.))
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in December 4th, 2010 @ 19:13FELINA
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?))
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in December 4th, 2010 @ 21:37((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.
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in December 5th, 2010 @ 15:55ERIN
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.
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 10:11
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 15:27((Everything is not as it seems…))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 19:52((Wait, explain.))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 15:33((All will be revealed…))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 16:31((Poor poor Erin…yet another character doomed to sacrifice himself for the lover whose compassion was never reciprocated (sigh)))
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LittleBasementKitten is a winner! 50058 words and counting1
in December 6th, 2010 @ 05:16Halena 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.
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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?))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 10:11((Can it be morning soon?))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 13:58Lune 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?))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 16:51((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.
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 14:31((I NEED BISMARK FOR INTERACTIONS!!!!!!!))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 16:06((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.))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 18:34((I know where you sleep…))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 15:43((Doubtful.))
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 20:23TERRANCE COUSLAND
“What are they doing?” Kezo hissed from behind me.
“Talking,” I whispered back, “now be quiet.”
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’.”
“So? I can kill people with my mind. Isn’t that an ‘in’?”
“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.”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.
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 22:10Omorose 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.”
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in December 6th, 2010 @ 23:21ADONIA
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.
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LittleBasementKitten is a winner! 50058 words and counting1
in December 7th, 2010 @ 05:32Hyacinth 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.
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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))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 10:15((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.
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 16:00((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.))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 14:03Lune
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.
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 15:52((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?))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 16:39((I was thinking Erin since he works at the library. I still want to know what will be revelaled. XD))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 18:24((Ya know Terrance doesn’t have roommate…should I be worried?
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 18:55((You mean Hyacinth?))
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in December 7th, 2010 @ 21:02((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.))
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 07:36((Sounds good to me))
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 09:23((Let’s see where the plot winds…
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 15:44((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.))
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 16:39((When is homecoming?))
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 16:53Cecilia
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.
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 17:09(( SFTDP I meant to add. Who wants to be the pranker random person!))
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in December 8th, 2010 @ 17:14((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.))
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in December 9th, 2010 @ 07:36((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?”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?))
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in December 9th, 2010 @ 12:39((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.))
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in December 9th, 2010 @ 12:48((Then again if someone can come up with a way to incorporate a quest that isn’t too archetypal I’m game.))
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in December 10th, 2010 @ 13:21((Hey, Thief of Light, post back please!))
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in December 10th, 2010 @ 19:52((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…))
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in December 10th, 2010 @ 22:01((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.))
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in January 4th, 2011 @ 08:24((That sounds fine to me, it gives James and Adrian something to do at any rate. Why incriminate Omorose, though? Why not Adrian?))
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in December 10th, 2010 @ 22:02(( Seriously, can somebody PLEASE interact, or should I chose. )
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in December 10th, 2010 @ 22:13TERRANCE COUSLAND
“Pranks are always good,” I smiled correcting my balance.
((Happy pie girl?))
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 08:49(( 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 βρήκε καμία λέξη…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, Hœnir, 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.
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 09:58((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.
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 15:02((Hello? Sudo?))
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 15:41((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.))
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 15:55((Yay!
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in December 11th, 2010 @ 20:30((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.))
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in December 12th, 2010 @ 18:47(( Darn, I DID kill the thread. *funeral*))
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in December 12th, 2010 @ 20:00((Would you stop it! Some of us just finals to study for
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in December 13th, 2010 @ 10:28((*epic-pokes Thief of Light*))
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in December 13th, 2010 @ 11:21((Who is thief of light?))
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in December 13th, 2010 @ 13:42[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.]
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in December 20th, 2010 @ 15:54((Helloooooo??))
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in December 20th, 2010 @ 16:09((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… ))
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in December 27th, 2010 @ 09:08((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.))
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in December 21st, 2010 @ 18:54((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]))
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in December 27th, 2010 @ 11:48((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.))
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in December 21st, 2010 @ 22:40((I can’t post until Sudo does…))
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in December 26th, 2010 @ 15:48((REVIVEREVIVEREVIVE))
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in December 26th, 2010 @ 19:50(( REVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE))
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in December 27th, 2010 @ 12:19((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.))
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in January 4th, 2011 @ 02:34((You did spell it wrongly, but that’s quite all right. So what else exactly is going on?))
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in January 4th, 2011 @ 17:00((Well at the moment, we have been back from the disaster of a school trip for about two weeks and homecoming is coming up.))
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in January 4th, 2011 @ 19:23((Thanks. I’ll post something later – my character hasn’t been seen for a very, very long time…))
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in December 31st, 2010 @ 23:57Siriana 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!!))
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in January 1st, 2011 @ 11:55Lune 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.
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in January 15th, 2011 @ 13:03((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?))
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in January 15th, 2011 @ 19:55((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.))
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in January 15th, 2011 @ 22:36((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!)))
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in January 16th, 2011 @ 00:09((Oh no, Ingrid’s gone!
Is there anything specific you want my character to do now, or can I just continue writing something?))
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in January 16th, 2011 @ 01:06((Oh dear. I did not expect that.))
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in January 16th, 2011 @ 22:47((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!
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in January 17th, 2011 @ 00:01((Okay, I’ll post something soon just about her being sad, if there’s nothing else she can do until homecoming.))
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in January 16th, 2011 @ 23:22((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.”
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in January 17th, 2011 @ 01:39Kali:
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.
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in January 17th, 2011 @ 02:39MEILIN
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?))
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in January 17th, 2011 @ 11:32((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.”
“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.”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.
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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?”
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.”
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.”
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in January 18th, 2011 @ 19:02((Okay, time to work my character in. Anyone up for a conversation, meeting, interaction, whatever with Park Jook Uh?))
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in January 18th, 2011 @ 19:07((You could have your character meet mine, if that’s okay. She kind of needs to interact with people…))
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in January 18th, 2011 @ 19:21((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.))
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in January 22nd, 2011 @ 11:32((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.))
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in January 22nd, 2011 @ 08:17((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?))
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in January 24th, 2011 @ 18:24((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))
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in January 22nd, 2011 @ 13:14((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.))
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in January 22nd, 2011 @ 13:15((Forgot to add to character description: Park Jook Uh is 15 too))
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in January 22nd, 2011 @ 14:29“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.
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in January 24th, 2011 @ 17:24Siriana 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.))
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Flame
in January 31st, 2011 @ 16:58Can 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
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vanillabean3.141
in January 31st, 2011 @ 17:25Hi! 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!
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in January 31st, 2011 @ 18:21(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.
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in February 1st, 2011 @ 15:11Sorry, 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!
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in February 21st, 2011 @ 18:51((Did I kill this thread?))
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in February 21st, 2011 @ 22:55VARETE
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!]
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in February 22nd, 2011 @ 18:48She 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?))
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in February 22nd, 2011 @ 20:43((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…
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in February 22nd, 2011 @ 22:44((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.))
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in February 22nd, 2011 @ 22:56((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!))
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in February 28th, 2011 @ 20:28((Cough))
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in March 1st, 2011 @ 18:40((Be quiet, you.
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in February 23rd, 2011 @ 00:00((Sorry for double posting. It didn’t look like my post went through, so I sent it again. Disregard the first post, please.))
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Thief of Light
in February 24th, 2011 @ 11:11[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.]
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Agent Lightning
in February 24th, 2011 @ 15:25((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?))
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in February 26th, 2011 @ 17:15((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.
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 26th, 2011 @ 17:36((Sorry… this is what happens when I’m assigned a long history paper.))
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 26th, 2011 @ 19:34((*Laughs histerically* *Snickers* *rolls eyes*
This thread looks fun! Can I join? Maybe as a son of Hecate (Greek goddess of Magic)))
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 27th, 2011 @ 11:34We 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.
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 27th, 2011 @ 11:49((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…))
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 27th, 2011 @ 12:18((That should be fine. I think mas0n was before he left, but that doesn’t matter.))
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Thief of Light
in February 28th, 2011 @ 14:01[[I think, counting both inactive and active characters, we had four daughters of Bast/Bastet…it was both amusing and very, very contrived.]]
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 28th, 2011 @ 18:57Pretty Kitty, Phat Cat, Ferocious Feline, and Courageous Cougar?
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 1st, 2011 @ 15:18((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
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 27th, 2011 @ 13:51((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.))
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Thief of Light
in February 28th, 2011 @ 14:00[[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]]
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 28th, 2011 @ 16:07((Hmmm
The dark side sounds fun… How many people are on the dark side as of now? (that are active). And how many good?))
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 27th, 2011 @ 16:31*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.
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Robert Coontz (Administrator)
in February 27th, 2011 @ 16:39KA:
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.
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Koko's Apprentice
in February 27th, 2011 @ 16:57((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))
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 14:48((May I join? Probably as the daughter of some Japanese deity…))
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Thief of Light
in February 28th, 2011 @ 15:51[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!]
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Thief of Light
in February 28th, 2011 @ 15:52[Ignore my spellingfail on Rajin, too: it’s Raijin. XD CAN YOU FEEL MY EXCITEMENT]
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 28th, 2011 @ 17:48Yay for Asian gods! Mine is Chiha Yo Changgun! (Korean)
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Selenium the Quafflebird
in February 28th, 2011 @ 18:43((Mine’s Chinese!
Speaking of which, I need to post more. :/)
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 16:10((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.)))
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Thief of Light
in February 28th, 2011 @ 16:34[[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.]]
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 16:45((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.))
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 20:48((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: 14
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.
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.
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. ))
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 20:50((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.))
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Radiant_Darkness
in February 28th, 2011 @ 21:05((Asian-ey? Emo-ey? Nice adjectives
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fireandhemlock1996
in February 28th, 2011 @ 21:14((My tactic is just taking words and sticking -ey on the end. *is pathetic*))
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Robert Coontz (Administrator)
in February 28th, 2011 @ 21:33((Oh, nonsense. The GAPA hereby forbids fireandhemlock from referring herself as “pathetic,” a word that in no way describes her.))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 1st, 2011 @ 17:13It was a compliment.
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 20:19((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?))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 20:32((Same appearance and characteristics?))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 20:51((Pretty much, yeah.))
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Mago Berry
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 14:21*coughcanwedosomethingnowcough*
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Flame
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 17:28Sorry 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
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Flame
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 17:29Sorry forgot to put the “n” in any.
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Flame
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 17:55Why 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?
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Flame
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 18:01Demi
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.
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Flame
in March 3rd, 2011 @ 18:40Demi
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.]
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Flame
in March 4th, 2011 @ 06:28[ Gosh, now I realize that I added an “e” in her to spell here. Dang it really was not my night.]
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 4th, 2011 @ 15:05((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.))
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Flame
in March 4th, 2011 @ 14:03[ 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.]
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Flame
in March 5th, 2011 @ 10:55[[Thanks for the advice Koko’s Apprentice!!]]
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 5th, 2011 @ 10:59((No problem!))
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Agent Lightning
in March 5th, 2011 @ 11:58((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?))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 5th, 2011 @ 13:51((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))
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Mago Berry
in March 7th, 2011 @ 14:20((Bismark, I need ye! I’m not good at posting other people…))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 7th, 2011 @ 15:24I 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.))
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Thief of Light
in March 7th, 2011 @ 15:59VARETE
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?
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 7th, 2011 @ 17:40“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.))
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Bismarck
in March 7th, 2011 @ 21:15((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.))
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vanillabean3.141
in March 7th, 2011 @ 22:48((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*))
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Bismarck
in March 8th, 2011 @ 03:44((in good time vanilla…in good time…))
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vanillabean3.141
in March 7th, 2011 @ 22:49((Thief of Light–Could Varete have skin grow over the metal limbs since she deals with growth? I was just wondering.))
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Thief of Light
in March 7th, 2011 @ 23:00[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.
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ForestRanger
in March 8th, 2011 @ 14:12(( 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. ))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 8th, 2011 @ 14:32((Great! I still need a roommate. Want to room with me?))
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ForestRanger
in March 8th, 2011 @ 16:22((Sure, but who is your person’s parent? Mine is Greek, can we do that?))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 8th, 2011 @ 17:00((Koko happens to be a son of Hephaestus, so you’re all set.))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 9th, 2011 @ 14:43((Mine’s Greek too. Hephasteus, god of the forges and fire, the blacksmith of the gods.))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 9th, 2011 @ 14:44((SFTDP, a son of Hephasteus, not the god himself, just to avoid confusion))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 8th, 2011 @ 14:57((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”
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 8th, 2011 @ 15:22((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.))
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Thief of Light
in March 8th, 2011 @ 17:11[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~]
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 8th, 2011 @ 20:37((Sorry about that. I guess I’ll call my character… Forham, a combination of forge and hammer))
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Neptune
in March 8th, 2011 @ 17:27((May I join as Poseidon?))
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Thief of Light
in March 8th, 2011 @ 17:40[The god?
…Yeah, no. Not in a million years. A son (or daughter) of his, sure, but not the actual god.]
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Neptune
in March 8th, 2011 @ 17:49((What about my name?))
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Thief of Light
in March 8th, 2011 @ 20:20[Neptune is an allowable name. No more. Poseidon = Neptune, as they are the same god.]
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Neptune
in March 8th, 2011 @ 20:52((Yes, I = Poseidon.))
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Thief of Light
in March 8th, 2011 @ 23:04[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.]
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Agent Lightning
in March 8th, 2011 @ 18:28((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.))
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oobatooba
in March 8th, 2011 @ 19:21What 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.
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Thief of Light
in March 8th, 2011 @ 20:37[A goddess or god.
Minor deities (like Hercules?) is not allowed~]
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Mago Berry
in March 10th, 2011 @ 14:12((ON WITH THE PLOTTTTTTTTTT!!))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 10th, 2011 @ 15:11((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))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 10th, 2011 @ 15:38Park 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?))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 12th, 2011 @ 10:20After 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…))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 12th, 2011 @ 15:43((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.))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 12th, 2011 @ 16:12((Registration place? Offices? Somewhere that a source of authority can be found?))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 12th, 2011 @ 16:40((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.))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 12th, 2011 @ 17:24“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.))
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in March 12th, 2011 @ 18:20((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.))
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Thief of Light
in March 12th, 2011 @ 22:40VARETE
SNARK SNARK SNARK SNARK oh they’re gone.Whatever.
I just decide to stand around and harass anyone who comes by! Good job, right?
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Agent Lightning
in March 13th, 2011 @ 09:36I 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.
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Agent Lightning
in March 13th, 2011 @ 09:57((SFTDP: Not away forever, just scouting out the grouds. Sorry, should have cleared that up.))
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Koko's Apprentice (1 Pottermania Point)
in March 13th, 2011 @ 10:25FORHAM
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?))
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oobatooba
in March 13th, 2011 @ 11:27My 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?))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 13th, 2011 @ 12:10((Parentage?))
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oobatooba
in March 13th, 2011 @ 12:16That remains a mystery, but it may be fairly evident from my blogname.
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Thief of Light
in March 13th, 2011 @ 15:05[…Your blogname is the name of a Mexican resturant. That’s not helping at all.]
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 13th, 2011 @ 17:17((Son/Daughter of Burrito, the god of beans?))
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Bismarck12
in March 14th, 2011 @ 07:11((Oooh Aztec.))
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oobatooba
in March 15th, 2011 @ 16:30Really? Where? I must alert the cult of Ooba and go there. I love when i find random things with Ooba names!
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 13th, 2011 @ 17:25((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]).))
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Bismarck
in March 14th, 2011 @ 18:39((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!!!”
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Mago Berry
in March 15th, 2011 @ 13:25((So what do I do?!))
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 15th, 2011 @ 14:28((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.))
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oobatooba
in March 15th, 2011 @ 16:40((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?”
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 15th, 2011 @ 17:34((“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?”
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.))
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vanillabean3.141
in March 15th, 2011 @ 21:04Siriana 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.
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 16th, 2011 @ 13:16((That makes her one of a kind
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Bismarck
in March 16th, 2011 @ 14:55((Hey Terrance didn’t talk to you. I’m unique and special as an individual that people care about…))
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fireandhemlock1996
in March 16th, 2011 @ 15:18“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.
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Thief of Light
in March 17th, 2011 @ 12:43[Meanwhile, Varete wonders why she suddenly started thinking about kicking puppies.
Also wondering exactly how accelerated the growth rates of the trees here are.]
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Mago Berry
in March 17th, 2011 @ 13:36((But WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!))
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Koko's Apprentice (6 Pottermania Points)
in March 17th, 2011 @ 14:31FORHAM
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.
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 17th, 2011 @ 15:24((Excuse me. There are no Chinese boys at the Antediluvian Academy. Unless you made up an NPC.))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 17th, 2011 @ 16:23
I sincerely apologize. I meant Asian. I am studying China in Global rIght now, and I must have China on the brain.
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Bismarck
in March 17th, 2011 @ 19:06((Wait Terrance was yelling at you. Was that not clear?))
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Koko's Apprentice
in March 18th, 2011 @ 19:19I guess I didnt read carefully enough. Sorry about that.
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 20th, 2011 @ 18:14((It’s fine. I just take offense because people do it in real life to me.))
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Mago Berry
in March 18th, 2011 @ 13:39((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.
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 18th, 2011 @ 14:12((What? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was under the impression Terrance was talking to Forham, KA’s character.))
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Bismarck
in March 19th, 2011 @ 21:05((That’s correct…oh well I’ll attempt to roll with it… Koko you’re off the hook.))
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in March 20th, 2011 @ 17:13Park 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.
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in March 20th, 2011 @ 18:25After 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?
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 20th, 2011 @ 19:26((Maybe Aewyn? You should ask oobatooba…
I’d offer Jook Uh, but there isn’t boy-girl rooming. I think.))
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Flame
in March 22nd, 2011 @ 17:14[[ Demidus needs a room mate. She’s really lonly not even real knowing were exavtly she is.]]
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Agent Lightning
in March 27th, 2011 @ 11:26((I thought Demidus was rooming with Daniella….))
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Mago Berry
in March 23rd, 2011 @ 06:59((*lrdsgiygvjkfrei* *headincinerator* *headincinerator* AGHACAKINGBLECKAGHGHGH… SORRY…))
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agrrrfishi
in March 23rd, 2011 @ 08:04((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.
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vanillabean3.141
in March 23rd, 2011 @ 17:32((No Good Deed should be playing in the background.
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Thief of Light
in March 23rd, 2011 @ 21:26VARETE
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.”
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in March 23rd, 2011 @ 21:47((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.
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agrrrfishi
in March 24th, 2011 @ 08:00Suddenly, there was a voice from behind him, gruff but distinctly female. “…Hey.”
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.
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in March 27th, 2011 @ 11:45DANIELLA
((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.
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 27th, 2011 @ 15:19((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.))
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in March 27th, 2011 @ 16:03((Well…it was really more of a mutual collide
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Radiant_Darkness
in March 27th, 2011 @ 16:31((A literal run-into
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vanillabean3.141
in March 27th, 2011 @ 17:32((But Siriana bypassed him completely.
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Agent Lightning
in April 30th, 2011 @ 13:58Well, if enough people run into him, then everyone has run into him.
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Mikazuki
in March 27th, 2011 @ 17:39LUNE
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.
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in March 27th, 2011 @ 18:40I 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.))
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Mikazuki
in March 27th, 2011 @ 19:23((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… ))
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in March 31st, 2011 @ 19:53((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.))
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in March 31st, 2011 @ 22:27((Dr. Korlin would be a good person to tell.))
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in March 28th, 2011 @ 17:12((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.
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Flame
in March 29th, 2011 @ 18:12[[Sorry, forgot I was rooming with Dan. My bad.]]
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in March 29th, 2011 @ 18:19DEMI
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.
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in March 29th, 2011 @ 18:41[[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.
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in March 30th, 2011 @ 14:25((Ooh! Max Ride! Hehehe…*is sidetracked*))
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Ghost of Pie Girl
in April 2nd, 2011 @ 11:41(( 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. ))
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in March 31st, 2011 @ 18:54[[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.]]
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in April 2nd, 2011 @ 06:18DEMI
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.]]
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Ghost of Pie Girl
in April 2nd, 2011 @ 11:43(( Flame, I will make Alex run into you… and they prank sombody random.
MUAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA.. * hacking cough*
Dang bronchitis.))
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Flame
in April 4th, 2011 @ 16:13[[Thanks Ghost of Pie Girl!!!!!!!]]
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in April 4th, 2011 @ 18:19ALEX
“‘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.))
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in April 6th, 2011 @ 15:16(( 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.))
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vanillabean3.141
in April 5th, 2011 @ 00:08((Does anyone want it to be Homecoming soon?))
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in April 5th, 2011 @ 06:22((I do, because I have no idea what’s going on right now.))
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in April 5th, 2011 @ 16:40[[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.]]
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in April 6th, 2011 @ 14:58(( Random Thread, dude. Random thread. ))
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in April 5th, 2011 @ 16:47[[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.]]
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in April 5th, 2011 @ 17:32In my opinion, you ought’ve put a spoiler warning on that >.<
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in April 6th, 2011 @ 14:57(( That’s what I said!))
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in April 5th, 2011 @ 19:50((Yes, you definitely need a spoiler warning. And you might want to move this conversation to the Books and Reading thread
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in April 6th, 2011 @ 23:21As 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.”
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in April 7th, 2011 @ 11:57AKI
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.
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in April 7th, 2011 @ 14:09Jook 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.
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in April 7th, 2011 @ 21:08((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?
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in April 7th, 2011 @ 21:08))
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in April 8th, 2011 @ 15:51[[Sorry about the spoiler. I haven’t got to that part. I only know about that thanks to Ghost of Pie Girl.]]
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in April 13th, 2011 @ 12:30VARETE
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.
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in April 15th, 2011 @ 14:28Kezo 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.
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in April 15th, 2011 @ 17:13(( 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))
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in April 15th, 2011 @ 17:18((Demi has new powers! She can survive the hottest climates, can heal anything and can change her singing voice!))
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in April 16th, 2011 @ 15:26((Can we please try to stay with some semblance of a plot? >.< ))
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in April 16th, 2011 @ 16:58(( I guess maybe some hooded mysterious COTD person could arrive and make an announcment/ brainwash all there. ))
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in April 16th, 2011 @ 16:50Jasper
” 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.))
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in April 20th, 2011 @ 03:07((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.))
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in April 22nd, 2011 @ 20:54((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.
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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.
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in April 23rd, 2011 @ 01:06((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.
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in April 23rd, 2011 @ 09:42((Crud cakes! I’m sorry. I wrote that late so my brain was a tad asleep.))
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in April 23rd, 2011 @ 11:25((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?))
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vanillabean3.141
in April 23rd, 2011 @ 12:22((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.))
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Randomosity101
in April 24th, 2011 @ 11:22((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?))
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vanillabean3.141
in April 24th, 2011 @ 21:10((A Norse god would be great. And twisting the lore is fine–some people have already done it.))
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Randomosity101
in April 26th, 2011 @ 19:43((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.))
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agrrrfishi
in April 28th, 2011 @ 09:58((Sure, that should work out great!))
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Randomosity101
in April 29th, 2011 @ 20:25((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…))
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agrrrfishi
in April 30th, 2011 @ 16:18((Yep! Usually the powers have something to do with the god-parent’s abilities or nature.))
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Randomosity101
in May 1st, 2011 @ 15:03((Great, that’s what I thought. Thanks!))
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agrrrfishi
in April 25th, 2011 @ 13:43((People come back!))
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Mago Berry
in April 28th, 2011 @ 07:11((I’m here, just waiting for a moment to do something awesome. Hehe.))
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Agent Lightning
in April 30th, 2011 @ 14:19((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.))
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Errata
in April 30th, 2011 @ 15:18Alexandria:
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.
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Agent Lightning
in April 30th, 2011 @ 16:28((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.))
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Randomosity101
in May 5th, 2011 @ 17:35((People, please post! This thread looks so awesome, and I don’t want to enroll my characters until after homecoming!))
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Agent Lightning
in May 6th, 2011 @ 16:55“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.
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Agent Lightning
in May 9th, 2011 @ 15:53((REVIVE!!!!))
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Ghost of Pie Girl
in May 9th, 2011 @ 17:48(( Anyone for Jasper’s roomate? ))
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