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Welcome to Pantheon Academy! A school where young immortals learn how to control their godly powers and become proper deities. It may also be where they meet their destiny, but who can say...?

Hello, gods and goddesses! I'm Narrator-chan, and I'll be your narrator for this story! I may just be a disembodied voice, but I wanted to have a piece of the action, too! I hope you don't mind! : P

Anyway, we start our story on the first day of school, the grand opening of Pantheon Academy, and our students will get to explore the grounds at their leisure before they have to actually worry about stupid classes or some shiz. Meet some new deities! Catch up with your friends! Do whatever your heart desires but don't burn down the school, okay?

Braddington TYPE Nico Otakuyaki ProphetessCassandra FireMaiden Dictionaddiction revalia apolla User Safety Hammer deer r e i

Oh, here comes Iris! That unexpectedly sassy goddess of rainbows! Let's see what she's up to...
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[div class=title]iris ; goddess of rainbows[/div] [div class=quote]❝ Yes, I'm a damsel in distress. No, I don't need your help. ❞[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Iris should have expected her parents would try to get her out of the house. She spent a lot of time holed up in her room, painting. Any time she spent out of her room was with her younger sister, Arke, or with her best friend, Thanatos. (To this day, she couldn't quite explain how the hell they were friends in the first place. But in some ways, she was glad whatever made it happen, did.) Arke was ten years old, so she didn't have to go, which was incredibly unfair. So she had to walk to this stupid academy all by herself, a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She was wearing all black, which was definitely going to confuse anyone who heard her name and immediately connected her with the rainbows she was known for. Not that she used them often. Once she stepped foot on the grounds, she was bombarded with a cacophony of colors. Happy yellows, affectionate pinks, flirty blues, anxious grays... why couldn't people just be emotionless for once? Blinking against the colors, she pushed her way through the crowds of young gods and goddesses and entered the building, which was rather similar to the temples mortals were beginning to build for her peers. A bit of overkill, she had to admit, but... if it made them feel better, whatever. For most of the first day, at least, they were allowed to just explore the building. So Iris went through hallway after hallway until she found one that wasn't full of people. The headache that had been building between her temples started to subside, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Wait. Had she just passed an art room? She backtracked a few steps until she found the doorway she'd registered out of the corner of her eye. There were blank canvases set up and a vast collection of paints in the back corner. A crooked grin crept up the side of her face. Now this is what I'm talking about. Grabbing a few colors from the back, she found a nice medium canvas by the window and got to work. Maybe she'd actually give this school thing a shot.[/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]scenario ; when can I leave? mood ; annoyed. outfit ; here. location ; art room.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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She'd already signed up for at least three clubs. She had a stack of books and pamphlets in her hands, and was currently reading up on the latest one she'd acquired: the debate club. Would she join that one? Most likely not. Never. She wasn't a good arguer, that was for sure. But still, she'd stopped at the table, and ended up with this pamphlet, a sign up sheet, and a clicky pen.

Trying to balance everything, she shut the pamphlet and shoved it back into her pile. She didn't even really remember where all she'd stopped or who she'd spoken to. She did want to explore the inside of the school, so she started in that direction, only to discover an issue when she reached the door.

It was a pull door, and her hands were extremely occupied.

Frowning, she shifted the objects in her hands, reaching out with tiny fingers to try and reach the handle. And, as her luck would have it, she misjudged her space and every single thing in her hands toppled to the ground. For a second, she just stood there, staring at the smiling face on the cheerleading pamphlet.

She wanted to stomp on it.

Instead, hoping she didn't get pelted with the door while doing so, she ducked down to gather everything back into her arms, a light scowl present on her usually soft features. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class="pic1hover hidden"]Mood: "This is... this is good."

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Persephone, despite the smile plastered on her pretty face, was feeling overwhelmed already. She actually hated being thrown into new situations, but since she faced them with faux positivity and confidence, hardly anyone knew that. Honestly, the best way to deal with scary situations was to face them head on, so that's exactly what she did-- or tried to do, anyway.

She'd already signed up for at least three clubs. She had a stack of books and pamphlets in her hands, and was currently reading up on the latest one she'd acquired: the debate club. Would she join that one? Most likely not. Never. She wasn't a good arguer, that was for sure. But still, she'd stopped at the table, and ended up with this pamphlet, a sign up sheet, and a clicky pen.

Trying to balance everything, she shut the pamphlet and shoved it back into her pile. She didn't even really remember where all she'd stopped or who she'd spoken to. She did want to explore the inside of the school, so she started in that direction, only to discover an issue when she reached the door.

It was a pull door, and her hands were extremely occupied.

Frowning, she shifted the objects in her hands, reaching out with tiny fingers to try and reach the handle. And, as her luck would have it, she misjudged her space and every single thing in her hands toppled to the ground. For a second, she just stood there, staring at the smiling face on the cheerleading pamphlet.

She wanted to stomp on it.

Instead, hoping she didn't get pelted with the door while doing so, she ducked down to gather everything back into her arms, a light scowl present on her usually soft features.

 

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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]aphrodite [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]beauty, love & desire[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] If there was any place Aphrodite would rather be, it was definitely not a school orientation she was now a student of. It had been only an hour and her so called friend already ditched her. Neat. As if it was not already achingly enough to endure this by herself. Nonetheless, it was Aphrodite, time for plan B. Wander around till something and someone sparkly catches her eyes. Besides, she was to attend the Pantheon Academy so might as well explore the grounds for a little bit and see what such a place has to offer for the goddess of beauty. Hopefully more of that... because all she managed to see so far were a couple of people that completely defied the words; 'making a fashion statement' that simply made her head ache. With that, the blonde took one last glance at the light pink pocket mirror in her hand and popped her lips from her fresh lip gloss and slipped it in her matching colored purse before pursuing her journey. She had to make sure that she looked her best before making her appearance. Not that she needed to make an effort, the female was a graceful beauty. A natural one and she knew it very well. It was quite the natural response to have everyone look at her as she strutted by. It was just an aura around her that made her attract people. Aphrodite, bored as ever, found her way barely touching the door handles as she made her way to the main corridor were all the club stands were. Posters, people round her age, that old school smell were a few of the things she noticed as she pranced her way down the halls. Facing forth, chest out, her kaleidoscopic eyes slowly looked from one person to the other, catching some people at eye contact before she was halted by an obstacle. An obstacle that popped her bubble, annoyed Aphrodite frowned, "What the --?" Looking down, she noticed another blonde. One that seemed to be bend forth trying to pick up her belongings which she looked much easier if the girl had four more arms. Her grey suede knee high boots stood in front of the blonde, still looking down. Aphrodite was not one to be very helpful. She couldn't risk breaking a nail or scratching her porcelain hand with something by accident. We couldn't have that now. With a smirk the blonde remarked, "Someone needs to take some chamomile for their nerves..." Watching the girl struggle to juggle the books and pamphlets in their arms she noticed her looking at the floor. It was a cheer-leading pamphlet. "Cheer, hmm?" with a raised eyebrow in piqued curiosity, Aphrodite lowered herself and picked up that single pamphlet before standing back up, examining it. Cheer-leading wouldn't be such a bad idea actually. Aphrodite could see herself doing such a thing, especially those cute uniforms might be an extra plus. "What do you say, blondie? Ditch the books and try out with me?" Aphrodite asked the still unknown blonde as she fanned the pamphlet as an indication to what her invite was for; cheer-leading. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] Tags apolla | Interaction Persephone
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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]hera [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]marriage, family... queen of the gods[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] It had been a long and exhausting drive to get to the academy from the Foster's house. At least it was enough time to spend with the little ones before she had a semester without them. Megan and Henry were her two most favored mortals that she grown close to. Upon taking her role as 'Helena', Hera never pictured herself getting attached to such mortals she used to look down upon due to the bad imaging her parents made about them. They were not that bad, especially the little munchkins she was used to being around for the majority of her time. Especially the Foster twins. It ached her heart that she had to leave them behind for a period of time to study and maybe get a hang of herself a bit better. Her Hera part better. As the car came to a halt, 'Helena' got out of the car with her belongings as she was about to clasp her black hat to her head, a quick out of nowhere breeze sent it flying away. It left a two giggling twins and a bummed Helena. She loved that hate but it was long gone by now. It was strange and out of nowhere, literally. With a sigh the female crouched down and opened her arms, "C'mon... give auntie Helena a big, ol' hug, will ya?" The twins jumped off their seats and with a laugh they rushed in to hug her, almost toppling her on her back with resulted in an 'oof' escaping her lips. A smile crept on her nude colored lips as she closed her eyes embracing the children against her, rubbing their back. "I'm going to miss you so so so so much!" with a sad sigh but a good composure for their sake, she looked at them, "Remember to write your diary entries everyday so we can read them together when I get back alright?" Megan and Henry nodded promptly at that before kissing her good-bye and running back in the vehicle. The Fosters' honked the horn before departing which left Helena waving. That was it... Helena was now Hera for the time being. It felt weird saying that name again, especially after being away from the immortal world for so long. As she looked down at her hand she noticed claws. Her heterochromic eyes widened as she shook her hand as her nails returned back to normal. Something was wrong and that is why she came to this odd academy to hopefully find out. Looking at the enormous architecture in front of her, Hera sighed and walked inside ever so nerved. She noticed her peers signing up for clubs, subjects... conversing with one another. Some looking around like she was. She felt like a fish out of water despite this beings seemed like her, godly even. She hoped she wouldn't see any familiar faces... if she did, it was unlikely to recognize her. If anything, she did not want any word to reach her parents to where she was. She halted herself near a notice board full of different clubs, looking at the colorful posters. Pursing her lips together, Hera wondered which club to join, her eyes narrowing from behind her glass frame, "Hmmph..." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] Tags N/A| Interaction OPEN
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[div class=title]zeus ; king of the sky[/div] [div class=quote]❝ I make some bad decisions, but I've got an eternity to fix 'em. ❞[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]There were times when having control over the weather made you cool. And then there were times like today, when it just fucked you over. Zeus had just wanted to make it a little sunnier--it was partly cloudy and boring, and the first day of a school for gods should be far more grand than that! Instead, he'd made it really windy, which nearly messed up his hair beyond repair. (It wouldn't have been a total loss, since he's sexy no matter what...) The moment he tried to reverse the wind, the clouds went away and it became sunny. What the hell. He didn't bother question it; his powers had a way of being a complete jackass. Still, it would've been nice to have some warning every now and again. When he got to the school, he was greeted by a plethora of minor gods and goddesses, whom he acknowledged with nods and winks. There were some whispers he latched onto--something about "she was gone for seven years" and "I've never seen her before." It took a moment, but he realized the whispers were about Iris, the goddess of rainbows. Interesting. Zeus had heard of her, of course, but it wasn't like she was all that interesting... to him, at least. He stumbled upon a hat on the ground and paused to pick it up. Such a shame... whoever lost this must be quite distraught. If he carried it around, perhaps he would encounter its owner. Popping the hat on his head, he spotted a board full of posters for clubs. There was a young woman in front of it, one who seemed distinctly familiar and yet not all at once. Stepping beside her and peering at the board, he remarked, "The school's new and they already have running clubs? That's pretty impressive, huh?"[/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]scenario ; stupid weather! mood ; flipping out. outfit ; here. location ; front entrance.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=text]Apollo was a total morning person. He loved the way the sun felt on your skin as it slowly pulled you from slumber. He had slept well last night, even though he had been very nervous. He had been half tempted to crawl into bed with Artemis like they did when they were little. It was strange to be leaving Delos for who knows how long. Not that Apollo had never left his island before... He had many times. He rubbed his new tattoo that circled his wrist still stung a little reminding him of his very last visit. He had almost forgotten how a new tattoo was very much an open wound healing, the tattoo around his right healed long ago. But it was still strange leaving their mother behind. She had been such a loving presence their whole life and had endured much to allow them even the chance to live. It had been rough giving her one last hug goodbye. But he knew he had to come to this school. He needed to learn how to heal better...then maybe next time he wouldn't...

Apollo instinctively grabbed onto Artemis' hand as they approached the school as he shook his thoughts away.

He glanced over at her, "Are you ready?"

Because he most certainly was not. His heart thumped, thumped, thumped, as more and more students arrived. The sudden loss and then return of the sun was certainly doing nothing for his nerves.
Apollo took a deep breath and scanned the tables for the various clubs. Oh. Band and orchestra was a must. Archery club? Duh. The newspaper? That could be interesting as well.

"Arte, we have to join the archery club together. They will regret having us, but it will be so much fun! What clubs do you want to join?"

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Apollo was a total morning person. He loved the way the sun felt on your skin as it slowly pulled you from slumber. He had slept well last night, even though he had been very nervous. He had been half tempted to crawl into bed with Artemis like they did when they were little. It was strange to be leaving Delos for who knows how long. Not that Apollo had never left his island before... He had many times. He rubbed his new tattoo that circled his wrist still stung a little reminding him of his very last visit. He had almost forgotten how a new tattoo was very much an open wound healing, the tattoo around his right healed long ago. But it was still strange leaving their mother behind. She had been such a loving presence their whole life and had endured much to allow them even the chance to live. It had been rough giving her one last hug goodbye. But he knew he had to come to this school. He needed to learn how to heal better...then maybe next time he wouldn't...

Apollo instinctively grabbed onto Artemis' hand as they approached the school as he shook his thoughts away.

He glanced over at her, "Are you ready?"

Because he most certainly was not. His heart thumped, thumped, thumped, as more and more students arrived. The sudden loss and then return of the sun was certainly doing nothing for his nerves.
Apollo took a deep breath and scanned the tables for the various clubs. Oh. Band and orchestra was a must. Archery club? Duh. The newspaper? That could be interesting as well.

"Arte, we have to join the archery club together. They will regret having us, but it will be so much fun! What clubs do you want to join?"

 

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Twirling the dagger between her fingers, the Goddess of Chaos sat atop the rooftop of Pantheon Academy. Her legs dangled as she peered down below observing the other gods. She never thought the gods would want to create a school similar to humans. But her opinions weren't warranted. Eris wasn't adept at compromising with others. However, retribution was always lurking whenever she deliberately disobeyed his orders.

After going AWOL for a few years without contacting her family until recently, perhaps it's what she deserved. How unlucky. However, if she had to choose between going back to the mortal realm or staying, she'd rather stay. Eris didn't want to take responsibility for the disruption she caused in the crime family she was involved with. Besides, there was a reward for her head if she was found. Maybe in a few years, she'll visit, but for now, she'll lay in wait.

A deep sigh escaped her rosy lips as she furrowed her brows, noticing small seeds of discontent in some of the gods. What trouble could she stir? Intentionally or not, Eris continued to observe the gods for a few more minutes before she found herself growing bored. Getting to know the other gods weren't on her agenda, but if she was forced to attend the academy, Eris believed in achieving the best of it. Without wasting any more time, Eris slowly stood up as she clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Figures, nothing entertaining, yet." She spoke to herself, wiping down any dust that was on her attire before heading down the roof.

The hallways were long and it only reminded her of her quarters back at home. Although there were stares and whispers behind her back as she made her way around the academy, Eris didn't pay any mind to the idle chatter, not hearing anything remotely interesting. However, when Iris the Goddess of Rainbows was the subject of gossip when she reached the hallway closest to the backdoor of the academy, Eris listened slightly, wondering if the goddess herself was all 'rainbows' and 'butterflies.

At the thought of that, Eris involuntarily shuddered as she continued moving forward only to stop in her tracks when she felt someone bump into her. With a slight scowl on her face, Eris looked down at the female who rammed into her. Raising a brow, the girl looked frightened, almost about ready to cry as she hesitantly started to speak. Folding her arms, Eris frowned, not understanding the girl,"What?" She asked, though it seemed her low voice only scared the girl even more.

Sighing, Eris shook her head, maneuvering herself around the frail female, not wanting to deal with someone who couldn't use their eyes or mouth to speak. However, as she left the petrified female, others started to surround the poor girl and Eris could only scoff at the rumors that were going to start of her "bullying" the frightened goddess. How idiotic.

Soon, Eris was finally outside of the academy and near a big field that seemed like a training ground for sports, runners, etc. The smell of fresh air made her feel alive. Eris didn't know how much longer she could take of the stuffiness of the school. It felt too small and enclosed to her liking. She wanted freedom. Nevertheless, her brows furrowed as she looked at the different equipment settled on the sidelines.

A small smile crossed her lips as she nodded, "Well, well, look what we have here? Don't those old fogeys know to not leave anything sharp around? Someone could get hurt." Eris murmured to herself, proceeding without caution as she picked up a bow to inspect.

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eris: goddess of strife, chaos, and discord

"Men mock the gods until they need them"

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[FireMaiden]

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Location: Pantheon Academy
Interaction: deer (Eris)
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The shadow of bird wings flying overhead was a normal occurrence in most situations, but even the gods would question this one. A shadow like this, large wings of 23ft shading the front courtyard as Nemesis landed, combat boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. The wings of a falcon, the most terrifying falcon with a spine chilling glare, but a fantastic dark lipstick, Nemesis was officially at school. Dark ash-colored feathers folded close to her body, growing small and smaller until they were no longer visible, one more nothing but harmless tattoos under her jacket.

If you know Nem, you knew the varying degrees of scowl. There was resting bitch face, pissed, rage, etc, etc. Nobody had even spoken to her yet, and she was already pissed, or at least, not in a good mood. It was obvious as she entered the building, heavy footfalls threatening to step on toes and is placed hands, most people had the sense to just avoid her. Most people. One brave soul decided that shoving some pamphlets for a brightly colored club in her face was a fantastic way to start their day. The entire hall held their breath, watching as Nem stared this boy down, before yanking the pamphlet out of his hand and continuing her stomp down the hall. It was for some cloud she had absolutely no interest in, something about cross stitch and purple, she discarded the paper about ten feet later.

Class hadn't started yet. And upon thinking that, Nemesis realized what a weird concept that was. They were gods, and while training their powers was a good thing, especially where they would only hurt a minimal amount of people, they would naturally learn how anyway. Who would even be teaching them in the first place? She had a few questions, none of which were important really. Nemesis was just going to wander around the school until they weren't allowed to anymore...once again, a weird sentence considering who they all were. Eventually, she found herself in another courtyard. A big open area that looked like an arena almost, someone else was already there.

Walking down further, she recognized her sister Eris. Nemesis never got the fun "run away to the mortal realm" like her siblings did. Hell, up until Eris came back, she was the only at home, and Erebus wasn't exactly an A-plus guy in his old age. Well, older age. In any case, seeing her sister was a bit of a relief, at least she could handle it if Nemesis suddenly went off and punched her. "Hey Eris," Nemesis mumbled once her feet had touched the arena floor. "Everything here look good?"

 

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Tyche
Fate, fortune, and luck​

location: Pantheon Academy

mood: Anxious

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tags: FireMaiden (Nemesis) & deer (Eris)

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Tyche adjusted her sunglasses, keeping her eyes downcast as she shuffled into the school. Just as she entered the school, she was bombarded with deities promoting their clubs.

“Hey! Want to join the [Club name]?” A voice called out, shoving a pamphlet in front of Tyche. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she kept a smile on her face. Just say no Just say no Just say- “Sure, I’d love to.” Damn it. Tyche reached for the flyer and quickly signed her name, hoping it was illegible enough that they would never be able to read it. Knowing her luck, though, they probably would. She turned away, only for another face to be standing beside her, holding out a clipboard for the Newspaper club. “Oh, no, sorry… I can’t really write that well and --... oh, well, alright.”

Another girl began to approach Tyche, but just as she got close enough to recognize who she was, her mouth thinned into a line. There was no doubt the stranger knew who she was, but they had never met before. A lot of people seemed to hate her though. Well, no one ever really liked the idea of fate, unless it was in their favor. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and she quickly turned away.

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Tyche beelined for the double doors, hugging a stack of unwanted pamphlets to her chest. The second she opened the doors, she was hit with a sudden gust of wind that blew the papers everywhere, then the scorching sun. “Aw, come on, Zeus!” she huffed to herself, then bent down to pick up everything.

Well, Tyche thought to herself, Today sucks. She couldn’t think of a single thing that was more ridiculous than being here. Why did she even have to come here? Didn’t they all have more important things to do with their lives? Why were they imitating the humans with this school? She didn’t have anything against them - after all, she lived amongst them for many years - but, well, they weren’t human. They were gods.

With a small sigh, she took off her sunglasses. Things would get better. Sure they would. All it would take is time. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe, letting the sun embrace her skin. The quiet always managed to calm her down.

Once she opened her eyes, there were two people in front of her, several feet away. Nemesis and Eris. A very… intimidating duo. Nevertheless, Tyche was excited to see sort-of familiar faces and hurried towards them. “Hey,” she gave a gentle smile, “How've you guys been?”

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Dionysus's hand slammed down onto the snooze button of the long digital alarm clock, trying to instill some sort of fear into the inanimate object with his ferocity. Didn't it know how bad his hangovers are in the morning?! Trying to preserve his state of slumber by pulling a pillow over his head, he groaned as it all proved to be for naught. "For the love of all that is holy, give me one more day of no school, please." The god of parties groaned, waiting for a few more minutes before sitting up and closing the blinds. Anything to ease his aching head.

Dio rubbed his forehead and wiped the sleep from his eyes, as his blurry vision became more and more clear. Eugh. I mean, it's not like I'm not expected to be late. They know me. Everyone knows me. They would probably be worried if I wasn't late. Yeah, that's it. As he thought about what he should dress in, he began to roll out of bed. He was naked, of course, except for a pair of his boyfriend's boxers he had stolen from his dresser drawer. The king of death had either already left for school, or was still that lump under the covers, either way, he thought it best not to disturb any more of the peace, and simply left the room to take a shower.

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[r e i]

mentions | Nemy FireMaiden Rissy deer Ris AnimeGenork | location | art room | outfit | xxx | scenario | dumbass school

Thanatos wouldn't be here if he wasn't forced to be here. He hated everything about this stupid school. His father made him come, well he kinda highly encouraged it by saying that Iris would be here as well. Knowing that his best friend is a weakness, he pushed all the right buttons and here Thanatos is. He walked in, seeing other gods and goddess around him and sighed. Where would Iris be? Art room maybe? He sees his sisters and walked towards them. He looked seeing Eris holding a weapon and grins.

"Well...Rissy, is there someone needing Chaos already? Excluding you of course." He looked at Nem and softly smiles at her. "Hey Nem. How are you?" Thanatos looks around and walks around "I have to go search for Ris but let me know if you guys need anything. I don't mind bring a few extra souls to the underworld. " He says with a dark glint to his eyes. The one thing everyone knows about him is that his sisters and Iris are off-limits. He tends to get angry when they are messed with, and it was never good when the god of death was angry. He was the oldest, and it was his job to make sure his sisters, being younger then he was, was ok. He softly kisses Nemesis's head and pats Rissy's on the shoulder. Sharing a look with her, they had an understanding, that whatever happens. Nemesis was their first priority. She may be the goddess of revenge, she was still the youngest of the trio and she will have a deal with their overprotectiveness.

He leaves the room, and then he walks around until he spots an art room and walks in. Instantly seeing Iris. She was working, so he just silently sat by her, and chilled. Knowing that she already sense that he was here, and didn't need to acknowledge him. Their friendship was one that came at a point when both of them needed someone to save them. Thanatos who was filling with darkness, and evil needed someone to show him the human side of him, or at least show him some good. Iris just needed someone to be there for her, and to stand by her. He was there for her, and she was there for him. That's how it's always will be. Him and Iris against the world.

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[deer]

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Her deft fingers gently glided across the intricate details of the bow as she wondered briefly who carefully carved the polished wood. It wasn't every day that Eris was lucky enough to hold a weapon, much less have the opportunity to try archery. Although Eris typically preferred martial arts and if worse comes to worst, her dagger, it didn't mean she wasn't the least bit inquisitive of wielding a bow. Is this what... Hermes carried around with him? Or was it cupid? Hm.

But, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a soft murmur and felt an all-too-familiar presence. Eris couldn't help but embrace the dark energy. It didn't take long for Eris to recognize who called her, her little sister Nemesis.

"Oh, dear, I know that look and tone." She stated calmly, glancing briefly at her sister as she cocked her head to the side in curiosity. Although she hasn't seen Nemesis in over a few months, Eris was glad some things never change. However, seeing the seed of discontent inside Nemesis made Eris frown. If Eris knew any better, Nemesis was always more cool-headed than she was, so, whoever ticked her little sister off should watch their back.

What kind of elder sister would Eris be if she wasn't supportive of her siblings?​

Eris would never patronize her sister, even if she was younger than her. Besides, Eris was in for a treat and couldn't wait to see who was the subject of her sister's ire. She was waiting all day to see something interesting.

Will she finally get her to wish?​

Nevertheless, Eris' was drawn to Nemesis' anger and tense aura. If there was one thing Eris abided by, she knew it was detrimental to not get in the way of a wrathful, vengeful goddess. Eris couldn't help but feel proud that her little sister was embracing her vexation. A small, gleeful grin etched across Eris' lips, feeling the need to cause discord. "Who fears for their life?" She questioned nonchalantly, turning back to inspect the bow for a little while longer before placing the equipment back down.

"You already know what I'm going to say, Sister." Eris continued, still distracting herself with the other weapons. "It's the first day of a new life. Why not celebrate with a little strife?" She hummed slightly, tapping against the wood before turning to look directly at her sister, "Everything here looks good, though, I wonder when we'd get to have a little spar with the other gods. I'm curious."

However, before hearing Nemesis’ response, a voice called out towards both of them. Furrowing her brows, Eris observed the female approaching them. Golden red locks came into view and Eris couldn’t help but find the female intriguing. Who would approach the two of them so fearlessly and without regards? Neverthless, Eris had to give credit where credit is due. But, it didn't stop her from wondering what Nemesis would think of a newcomer.

At hearing the greeting, Eris vaguely remembered the female as she tapped her chin, “Hello.” She started, her raspy voice echoing around them.

Taking in the petite female’s appearance, Eris gazed into the female’s eyes momentarily before it all became clear. A small smirk formed on her lips once more, “Oh, things are starting to look better, Tyche. How’s my misfortune today?” She questioned, humming softly. “I hope there’s a good chance of it today.”

With a brief pause, Eris searched for a place to sit before twirling her dagger once more, “The other gods here love to gossip and I’ve only heard one good thing about one of our fellow goddess so far.” Eris sighed before staring ahead at the field. It wasn’t good for all three of them to be together for so long. As the minute pass, Eris could only imagine the seed of discontent growing and she could only wonder if she will accidentally influence both of them. But, with each second, her memories were slowly coming to light. Killing two birds with one stone, perhaps? Hm.

Tyche, if she remembered correctly from her brief encounter at an event or so, was one of the few she could find herself actually getting along with or even taken a liking to. The girl had her own sense of unluckiness being the goddess of her domain and that was something Eris could relate to - rumors and all. Besides, who approaches the Goddess of Retribution and the Goddess of Chaos without fearing any consequences? It takes guts that most didn’t have. “But, the question remains, how are you doing?” She inquisitively questioned the Goddess of Fortune.

At the same time, Eris paused for a moment, turning her attention to the side as she felt another all-too familiar presence. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a mini reunion? Biting her lips, Eris resisted the urge to laugh louder, rolling her eyes playfully at her brother's suggestion. "Thanatos," She softly greeted, giving a slight wink, "Of course, brother. Wherever chaos goes, I'm right there. Besides, I don't think I'm the only one who needs to a little chaos in their life, no?" Eris teasingly stated before keeping an eye on both of brother and sister. It was nice to see that the two were still as close as ever. However, when she met Thanatos' eyes as he patted her shoulders, Eris nodded reassuringly before raising a brow, sighing silently to make a point: Of course, dear brother. The shared look between them was something Eris kept close to her heart. It was a promise and she would never break that vow.

When her brother left the field, Eris couldn't hold in her amusement any longer as she let out a small chuckle. "A few extra souls to the underworld? It seems brother's been having a little bit too much fun without me, hasn't he?"

Shaking her head, Eris sighed before her eyes briefly scanned the field once more, waiting to see if another person would approach them. But, once she didn't see anyone, Eris spoke up again, "Ah, right, now where were we? Oh. Yes. It's been a sight for sore eyes lately, Tyche, but it'll be quite unpredictable if we have some fun and stir the academy with a topsy-turvy balance, no?" She gazed up at the two girls, a devilish grin forming on her lips. "Who says a little adrenaline rush could be all bad?"

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eris: goddess of strife, chaos, and discord

"Men mock the gods until they need them"

location: outside of campus, in the back, on the sidelines of the field
mood: "they say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for"
with: nemesis [ FireMaiden ] , tyche [ User ]
briefly mentions: thanatos [ r e i ]

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[FireMaiden]

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Location: Pantheon Academy
Interaction: deer (Eris) User (Tyche) r e i (Thanatos)
Mentioned: AnimeGenork (Zeus)
Outfit: XXX
Her sister didn't respond immediately, distracted by the bow, Nemesis just watched. Their father trained her with a few different weapons; sword, spear, whip, etc. She was never sure if her siblings got that training, or even why she did, but Nemesis had to say she was grateful. When she trained or sparred with some of the stronger nymphs, she more than enjoyed it. Really, those were the only times she felt stress-free. In any case, Eris finally turned and spoke to her. Is was her turn to not reply. She wasn't the biggest fan of people pointing out her scowl, but it was inevitable, it was very prominent. Eris didn't stop there, the woman never stopped at one comment and while her second wasn't meant to offend, it caused a brief flare of discomfort in Nemesis.

Punishment was something she still needed to work on controlling, and the results were not always pretty. Regardless, she sighed. "Mortals. They're so...loud, in the mortal realm. I was down there for one man, and all a sudden I can't fucking fly straight, there were so many voices asking for so many things." Nemesis was a special case among gods. At least, to her knowledge. See, vengeance was not something people asked for out loud, they carried the want deep within them, only whispers of their darkest wants passing their lips in moments of weakness. Nemesis heard it all, felt their want, their need for vengeance. They didn't even need to pray, and she wasn't away of another god who could hear the humans like that. "It's fine Eris, it'll pass." Their voices we're a permanent part of her mind, unfortunately, only getting louder as her powers grew, but she's learned to tune them out for the most part.

Her arms had crossed, eyes drifting around to the various weapons, lips parted to answer Eris when a softer voice greeted them. And glanced over her shoulder to see a blonde. "Morning." Tyche. Fate, fortune, whatever, had never been too kind to Nemesis; in her personal opinion at least, but Tyche always had been. Not that they interacted often, Nem knew enough. Enough to wonder why she was so casually running up to her and Eris. Hardly anyone was that brave. Or stupid depending on who you asked, Zeus for example, his destiny as their future king bypassing his common sense in the most inconvenient of times. But, then again, it wasn't like the pair had plans to hurt anybody. Yet, at least.

"I'm not mentally prepared to deal with drama yet." Her voice was quiet, still mumbling, but the sentence followed shortly after Eris' comment on gossip, but her attention was piqued. She did like gossip, to an extent, it played a small part in her job. Her attention focused again when her brother showed up, him and Eris sharing this looks of "Nem needs babying". She hated being the youngest out of a shit load of kids, she wasn't even a baby, but at the same time, if she was any older, they wouldn't even hang out with her. And she liked her siblings, so she could put up for it. "I'm fine Thanatos, don't worry." She forced a slight smile, almost tired looking, but she didn't sound like she was lying. That ghost smile stayed on her face when he kissed her forehead, not wanting to admit that seeing both her brother and her sister had made her feel a little better; that scowl returned a few moments after he left.

Eris continued speaking with Tyche, Nemesis letting the mind wander once again. She was examining the differing weapons again, the swords to be certain. They were beautiful but simple, she was looking forward to whatever they got to do with them, Nem turned back to the other girls. "Have you two seen all the pamphlets for clubs? I'm really hoping that we aren't forced to join one."

 

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LOCATION: Main Corridor INTERACTION: PERSEPHONE( apolla ) APHRODITE ( revalia ) MENTION: ZEUS( AnimeGenork )

Hephaestus stopped in front of the school. The sound of his bike cutting out, the rhythmic purring of the machine music to his ears. The machine itself was as pristine as any one thing could be. Not a spec of oil. Not a scratch on the chrome. The leather reupholstered, and the paint job meticulously restored. Taking off his helmet and goggles - both sharing the same styling and colors, he placed them down on the slightly angled seat - taking off his riding gloves. The cool air on his slightly sweaty palms felt good, as he stretched out the long, skilled - if extremely scarred and calloused fingers. Throwing the gloves into the makeshift bowl that was his helmet, he pulled up his hoodie, having to wrestle the fabric from where it had stuck on his backpack. Hearing a tear as the fabric pulled too far, he let out a curse - not entirely sure why - when a few drops of moisture seemed to rise towards his eyes.

Blinking fast, and lifting the hole-burned and ripped sleeve to his eyes, he wiped the tears away - and in doing so, smeared a line of oil over his cheek as well. Biting down on his lip, he kicked the curb, cursing loudly. He was a mess. He smelled of ash and fire - his clothing ruined with the smell of soot and sweat. He had hoped to go get some new clothes before school started... but he needed to finish his work. There were so many people who needed so many things. And then there was the bike... he wanted to be cool. Looking at it, he for a moment imagined himself getting off it. With a smile... his hair tousled from the ride... strutting into the building like he owned it.

He felt the tears well up again. Who was he kidding. Even with a million years to prepare he would never have been that. He was always going to show up here - half prepared. Half sure. Half-wit... half made... limping around like a fucking kicked dog. In the distance he saw a boy walking into the school. The boy was beautiful. He was fucking everything Hep had imagined not a second ago. Even in his clearly disheveled state... His scarred hands curled into claws, his nails biting into his palms. He wanted to hurt something. His eyes moved to the bike. His heart and hand wavered. It was perfect... the boy... was perfect. And perfect things did not deserve the rage of the enviously-imperfect.

Taking his helmet, carrying it upside-down beneath one arm, keeping the goggles and the gloves inside of it, Hep started to limp towards the entrance. The process was slow, and embarrassing among the plethora of perfect gods. Choosing to ignore them, pulling his hoodie over his head even further, and placing the helmet in front of his chest as a barrier, he slinked past most of them. Not really looking where he was going, he bumped into a blond girl along the main corridor. His helmet and goggles went flying, skipping over the floor, as he - not having much balance anyway with his bad leg - toppled over and fell onto his ass. The crunching sound of a glass jar filled with pencils breaking (the only thing he had on hand for a pencil case) reached his ears, as his face turned red with shame. Fucking great. Looking up to see who he had bumped into, his eyes widened. Fucking perfect... just perfect. Struggling to get up, his bad leg struggling - he shuffled away, using the wall to get up. "Sorry... sorry... I did not... sorry" His head bowed up and down over and over, his eyes turning away from them - as if trying to convince them that he was indeed sorry. "I can make it up to you. Anything you need." His whisper was barely heard, his face and neck red with embarrassment - having not realized that his hoodie had fallen back.​

 

[User]

Tyche
Fate, fortune, and luck

location: Pantheon Academy

mood: Anxious

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tags: FireMaiden (Nemesis) & deer (Eris)

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A snippet of the future flashed throughout Tyche’s mind as her eyes briefly connected with Eris’. Her head pounded slightly. She glanced to the side and gave a small smile, “I’d give you a 7 out of 10.”

She flashed a warm smile towards Nemesis in response. Tyche didn’t know much about her, other than the various rumors that floated around. Though, the goddess of fate knew better than most not to believe anything she heard.

“Gossip? That’s not so bad.” Tyche murmured, as her eyes wandered around the rest of the field. “Things are supposed to get a lot worse later on.” She could barely remember any specific details from the vision she had last night. When she tried to, she only came across blurred faces and unintelligible words. The only thing she could make out was tears and anger. Lots of it.

Tyche swayed back in forth in her spot as she spoke, “I’m good. A bit anxious, I suppose.” Though, that was nothing new. With the approach of Thanatanos, the goddess stepped a bit to the side to let the siblings reconnect. As quick as he came, though, he left.

With Eris’ words, Tyche’s eyes lit up in both excitement and curiosity. “How?” It was a question the goddess always seemed to ask around the other. No matter what Tyche did, Eris’s unpredictability always seemed to challenge her visions. She glanced over to Nemesis once she spoke up.

“The pamphlets?” Tyche’s eyes fell down to the stack she held that was as thick as a dictionary. “I doubt they would force anyone. Though, they don’t seem all bad. Like how about the...” she began as she thumbed through the pile. After a few seconds of riffling through them, Tyche glanced back up with a sheepish smile.“Well… I’m sure they’re all better then they sound.” Well, the goddess hoped so, at least. After all, she did promise to attend several club meetings today. “Want to see, just in case?” Tyche offered and held the stack out towards her.

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[Dictionaddiction]

ARES

Location: Pantheon Academy
Interaction: None
Mention: deer (Eris), revalia (Aphrodite), FireMaiden (Nemesis), User (Tyche), apolla (Persephone)

Strolling along the paths with little more than a dark canvas knapsack and a cup of coffee, Ares made his way, watching the ground as he absent-mindedly walked. It was extraordinarily early for Ares, but he simply couldn't sleep. Today was supposed to be his first day of school here in Olympus, yet his instincts were on high alert. School had never been anything particularly fun or memorable for Ares. At least, not in the human world. In fact, he found school to be a pretty hostile environment for him. Living amongst mortals, he was ready to spend all eternity among them, and he had half a mind to just turn right around that instant. Alas, the thought of going back was haunting... the very memory of her weeping in the wake of the fight chilled him to the bone. Approaching the junction, Ares looked further ahead where the school was now within sight. If this place is what it's chalked up to be, then perhaps Ares will learn how to control himself there. He didn't like being in Olympus, but this would have to do.

"Ah!" tugged backwards, Ares yelped as he was pulled back to earth from his thoughts. Something had yanked at his hair-- he wasn't going to stand for that. Turning around with a glare, Ares was met by the curious face of a child, carried in the arms of a mother who had only just passed him. You're getting angry at a child? "Shut it." Ares muttered under his breath, but he knew his conscience was right. It was exactly because of his anger that all hell went loose last time, and he couldn't be getting angry at a mere child now, could he?

"Guh... Wah!" uh oh... too late. Intimidated by Ares' glare, the child had already begun bawling, pointing at Ares and pawing at his mother for her attention.

"Wait wait, okay! Don't cry!" Ares was tripping over his words as he tried to calm the child. This was certainly out of his element, but he needed to at least try and fix it, "It's fine, it's okay... see?" Ares' attemped to flash a smile, but his face only widened into a maliciously fanged grin instead. Being comforting was definitely not his strong suit.

"Oh gods... what's wrong Morty--AGH!" the mother yelled as she turned around to assess the situation, only to be met by Ares' creepily evil smile, "Morty, it's okay, he won't hurt you." the mother stroked her child's hair comfortingly before shooting a glare at Ares.

"I'm not hurting anybody!" Ares raised his voice in protest, but it was hardly helping. The heat was rising up his neck as he could feel the increasingly judgmental stares of onlookers on his person. Never before had Ares wished he was at school already.

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"See how harmless I am, kiddo?" Ares sighed as the child named Morty scrubbed his palm squeakily against Ares' leather pants. After several tries, Morty had finally stopped bawling, but now he was climbing all over Ares.

"Sorry he bothered you... I didn't even realise he startled you just now." the mother apologised, "But you really shouldn't smile like that, you know?"

"Smile like what?" swinging on the bulging bicep Ares held out for him like a monkey bar, Morty clambered up onto his arm and shoulders.

"Up! Up! Yay!" the child giggled in joy as Ares lifted him overhead.

"Like Jack Nicholson from the Shining." the mother placidly stated, very matter-of-factly, "But I think he likes you now... he's warmed right up to you! It's good to have made a friend, isn't it Morty?"

"He likes me?" Ares winced as he felt the kid tug at his scalp. Morty was having the time of his life squashing Ares' hair, only to watch it bounce back, "That's rare... People generally dismiss me as repulsive or scary." that's right... repulsive, scary, not to mention abrasive. It's no wonder he got along with nobody back in school, and now, come to think of it, Ares had completely disregarded any kids his age when he was trying to fit in with his gang. Pulling Morty off his shoulders to hold him, Ares leaned in close, "Still scared of me, kiddo?" shaking his head, the kid wiggled in Ares' grip for a moment before patting his forehead with a tiny hand.

"Horsey!"

"... I don't think I like your kid that much no more." returning Morty to his mother, Ares swiped his jacket as if the kid had trekked some dirt on him.

"Oh, he doesn't mean any harm... he just seems to have a way of getting onto people's bad sides." the mother cradled Morty back into her arms, sighing as she continued, "It's always difficult for Morty to get along well with the others at the daycare."

"Huh..." Ares, smirked as his gaze returned to Morty. Even up till now, he hadn't been paying much attention to the kid, but having just learnt that Morty was a similar soul, his features were beginning to stand out. Long lashes, an intense gaze masked by curiosity, and silken brown hair, just like his before he dyed it. Looking at Morty was reminding Ares of the past... The past was never pleasant to think about, but looking at Morty, Ares could feel a cocktail of pain, regret, and overwhelming peace brewing in him. How odd it is, to feel at peace. Ares couldn't fathom the feeling. His lips thinned into a small peaceful smile, and Ares ruffled Morty's head, "Don't worry kiddo, I'll bet ya you'll be fine after all."

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"Oh titans above..." Ares' muttered to himself. No number of mosh pits could've prepared him for this. Just when he thought he'd finally resolved to attending school, life finds ways to make him hate it after all. The school grounds was overflowing with students, humid from all the huffs panted and words exchanged. The scene reminded Ares of maggots, writhing and tumbling over one another. Breathing deeply, Ares started with a foot into the crowd, but his cruelly massive figure would soon prove to be too big to fit through the shuffling mob with grace. What could he do? Neither patient nor polite, the answer was simple. Just shove your way through. A cacophony of gasps and yelps began to permeate the already noise-cluttered air, and Ares was at the epicenter of it. Wading slowly through the crowd, Ares' frame nudged gods and goddesses(( revalia and apolla )) aside as he made his way through the foyer and the corridors, finally into the out and open field. Three women(( User FireMaiden deer )) were already here, one of them armed with a bow. A bow? Ares' eyes quickly darted to the sides of the field, where various equipment lay neatly. Making a beeline for the equipment, Ares smoothed a finger along the flat edge of a wooden sword, feeling its coarse sturdiness beneath his calloused hands. There was always something about swords that struck Ares as cool.

 

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[div class=title]iris ; goddess of rainbows[/div] [div class=quote]❝ Yes, I'm a damsel in distress. No, I don't need your help. ❞[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Since she'd taken up painting, Iris had accidentally imposed a rule on herself: no people. So she painted landscapes, animals, abstract objects, but definitely no people. Today, she was painting a rainbow over a sunset; in some ways, a double rainbow. She couldn't quite pinpoint when exactly Thanatos had walked in there, but she could definitely sense he was there. Their friendship was the kind of friendship were just existing in the same space was enough for them. After all, they had saved each other when no one else could. Cheesy as that sounded in her head. So she continued to paint, and as she did, darker colors somehow made their way into the mix, probably from their combined auras existing in the same place. Of course, his was more of a pale, pale blue by now, that of calm and "chilling." Still, there was something dark about the two of them together, but Iris loved it. When she had reached a good stopping point, she put down her paintbrush, now spattered with a plethora of colors, and leaned her head on Nat's shoulder. "I missed you, Nat. Found any cute boys you plan on keeping me away from, yet?" As Nat well knew, she had a difficult time with boys, but of course, Nat was different. (And not just because he was gay.) She let him protect her from unwanted advances from boys, but a part of her wondered if she would always want that protection, if she and Nat would ever let her love again. But that was a problem for another shitty day. "I hear your sister's back. How is she? Her name's similar to mine, isn't it? Won't that get confusing?" she teased, playing absentmindedly with a strand of her hair.[/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]scenario ; painting mood ; calm. outfit ; here. location ; art room.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[div class=title]morpheus ; god of dreams[/div] [div class=quote]❝ Dreams are a wish drugs make possible. ❞[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Morpheus wasn't sure why exactly he was bothering going to this school thing, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that he definitely wanted to get this whole "controlling dreams" thing under control before he drove himself crazy with his constant "invasions" of other people's dreams. He hadn't bothered to bring a bag or anything--the only thing he had was a flask of a definitely questionable liquid and a pack of smokes in his pocket. There may or may not have been some marijuana in his system, but hey, at least he felt awake. Strutting through the crowd of other gods and goddesses, he heard murmurs about a certain name he hadn't heard in at least ten years: Iris. They had been friends once, when they were children, but that had been so long ago, he probably wouldn't recognize her now. But lately he'd heard rumors of someone else he hadn't seen in a while... Dionysus, a boy he'd quite nearly slept with, a boy he'd sensed a bit of godliness, from. That hadn't been what attracted him to the guy at first, naturally--it was his love of a good time. Ah, and what good times they'd had. Too bad it hadn't worked out. C'est la vie, or whatever those French people say. He entered the gods-forsaken academy he was supposed to attend for the next... forever. (He didn't actually know how long this school career would be.) Almost immediately, he spotted the awkward and embarrassing slip-up of a tough-looking god in front of a couple of blond girls who seriously could have been a pair of lovely, lovely twins. He was apologizing profusely, and it was a little rough to watch. Putting on his sympathetic frown, Morpheus sauntered over and held out a hand. "Dude, here. Let me help you up. I'm sure these perfectly nice ladies don't mind your little fall. Everyone trips, am I right?" After assisting the stranger, Morpheus threw his arm around his shoulders and threw a very obvious I'm-high smile at the girls. "You'll forgive him, right, ladies? A cool guy like this?" Glancing over, he realized his new "buddy's" hoodie had fallen back, revealing the most interesting face he'd ever laid eyes on. Which was saying a lot, because his mother's going-crazy face had been a sight to behold. "You have to forgive a beautiful face like this, girls! It's not like any other face you've seen, I'm sure!" Smiling at the guy, he said, "Why, I'd like to kiss that face more than yell at it." [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]scenario ; i want to be high. mood ; boooored. outfit ; here. location ; hmm.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[apolla]

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She just really, really did not want to be hit by the door.

A pair of gray boots stopped in front of Persephone a moment later, and then a hand was swooping down to pick up the cheerleading pamphlet. Momentarily forgetting about the door, Persephone leaned back to look at the blonde beauty speaking. "I wasn't so sure about that one, honestly." She grinned, a little sheepishly, up at her.

Gathering the rest of her things, she finally stood, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I've never cheered before." Before the other blonde could respond, someone else crashed into the pair, quite literally. He apologized profusely, an attitude that didn't match his looks, in her opinion.

"Don't worry about it." Persephone moved to his side, just as Morpheus appeared to help him up. "Thank you." Looking back towards Hephaestus, Persephone rested a hand on his arm, lightly. "Are you okay?" She was hesitant to use her powers considering the giant difference between what she could do, but she was sure there'd be a nurse around if he needed it. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class="pic1hover hidden"]Mood: "Are you hurt?"

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Persephone had gathered too much information. She knew she wasn't going to join everything she'd gathered booklets and pamphlets for, but it was nice to have options, right? Unfortunately, everything had scattered quite nicely upon her clumsy episode. No one bothered to stop and help, but she didn't feel as though anyone had to.

She just really, really did not want to be hit by the door.

A pair of gray boots stopped in front of Persephone a moment later, and then a hand was swooping down to pick up the cheerleading pamphlet. Momentarily forgetting about the door, Persephone leaned back to look at the blonde beauty speaking. "I wasn't so sure about that one, honestly." She grinned, a little sheepishly, up at her.

Gathering the rest of her things, she finally stood, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I've never cheered before." Before the other blonde could respond, someone else crashed into the pair, quite literally. He apologized profusely, an attitude that didn't match his looks, in her opinion.

"Don't worry about it." Persephone moved to his side, just as Morpheus appeared to help him up. "Thank you." Looking back towards Hephaestus, Persephone rested a hand on his arm, lightly. "Are you okay?" She was hesitant to use her powers considering the giant difference between what she could do, but she was sure there'd be a nurse around if he needed it.

 

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Hermes: Messenger

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| Outfit: | Full outfit Hoodie
| Mentions: | Zeus and Iris: AnimeGenork , Thanatos: r e i

Hermes fluttered onto campus his winged shoes serving him well. He loved the sense of freedom they gave him. He spun in and out of each group of people trying to gather information for a story. See, he had arrived a day early and had quickly established himself as the head of the newspaper. He even named it "The Messenger" a name he was quite proud of. He scribbled down notes as he flew around, trying to match the faces to the school roster he may or may not have swiped from the school office. He saw Zeus struggling with his powers, but who wasn't at this point? Still Hermes wrote, "Future king of the gods? Should we even trust him?"

Hermes paused when he heard whispers about Iris. That was indeed intriguing. He felt a slight kinship with her without having met her. She was after all another messenger like him. Maybe he should investigate? Hermes fluttered past students as he made his way to the school. He fluttered over a crowd of students who seemed to have been in a traffic jam. There were some major players there he would need to speak to later. But for now, he had a mission.

Hermes arrived in the art room after roaming the entire school. He should have guessed that the goddess of rainbows would like art. He pulled out his pen and notebook.
"Iris, are you aware that people are talking about you all around the school? Why do you think that is?" he asked, going straight into reporter mode.

It was after he asked his question he realized that Iris was not alone. He flushed in embarrassment due to how sloppy his observation skills had been. He skimmed the list of students and tried to match the god to his list. Sloppy sloppy reporting, Hermes. Flustered, Hermes landed on the ground, his shoes fluttering impatiently. He should make a run for it, but that would make him the worst reporter, and he had just started!

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[r e i]

mentions Zeus AnimeGenork | location | front? | outfit | xxx | scenario | yay school

Pan was excited today, today was the first day of school where he will learn how to be a god or at least not kill anyone even when they make him really really mad. Pan asked his caretaker if he could go to the forest before school started. His caretaker said yes, but avoid humans at all cost. He understood the last time he saw a human, was when he killed that man because of anger. Even if he had done wrong, killing his oldest friend. he didn't deserve to die by his hands. He went to his forest on earth and checked in with all his friends. Who was excited to see him of course as he wasn't allowed to be near the human world unless for special occasions which is like his birthday or something.

The forest did raise him though and that never changed. The forest was his home, and he was waiting for the day he could return and rule over it all like he was supposed to. Soon enough it became time for him to head to school. He was brought up to the school by one of the people taking care of him. As he walked in, he noticed that it was all brick but still up in the air. He was still weak from being away from the ground, so he took it slow. Walking around the building, getting the sense of where he was supposed to go. He ended up bumping into someone, forgetting to look where he was going for a moment and sighed softly

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going? Are you ok?" He said softly glancing at the male, who he recognized but forgot his name.

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[r e i]

mentions | Morphy & Zeus AnimeGenork Persephone apolla Hep TYPE | location | school | outfit | xxx | scenario | flirting

Poseidon was not ready for this day, as he prepares to leave his underwater castle. Once he moved out from his home on Olympus or more like banished from it. He started to work on building his underwater kingdom. It was hard at first, no one wanted to listen to a teenager who just happens to be a god. He had to work hard at earning the underwater people respect, and once he earned it. He tries his hardest not to lose it. He works hard at being a leader underwater. It was almost like he already had taken over the throne but not until his father was far away would that ever happen. He just works hard on the little bit of kingdom he has right now. Knowing in the future, it will become much more than this piece of heaven. Poseidon swam to the beach, coming out dry as normal. Due to his power, he cannot get soak or wet. He will come out of the ocean as dry as fuck.

He whistles, gaining the attention of his favourite Pegasus, BlackJack. A full black horse, with black wings. The beach that was near his kingdom was in the middle of nowhere. There were no humans around to bother him. Plus if he did ever bring a human back to his beach, he had built a house to keep up the appearance that he does live there. He invested in a few businesses and made some money, it wasn't hard. Plus he did have to survive on his own for the last 2 years without help from his mother or father. He then mounted on Blackbeard and then flew up to the school, taking the time to admire the area around him. As he flew up to the school. Once he was at the entrance of the school, he jumped off of Blackjack. "I'll see you after school dear friend." Blackbeard huffs and Poseidon laughed

"I will be calling for you, and then we can go out and have some fun. I promise to my old friend." Blackjack finally nodded and flew off. Poseidon walked into the building, seeing his brother Zeus, and nodding at him softly. He walked furthered until he landed on a beautiful lady, whom he knew as Persephone. He decided to flirt with her when he saw that Morpheus was there as well. Morphy was one of his closest friends around, and they just clicked for some reason. He walked up to his friend and grabbed his shoulder softly.

"Morphy, are you flirting again? I told you to at least wait for me." He grins and winks softly at him.

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[r e i]

mentions | Ris AnimeGenork Hermes ProphetessCassandra | location | art room | outfit | xxx | scenario | oh what did you do?

As Thanatos watches as Iris paints. He thinks about the first time he met Iris. He was walking home after a bad day collecting souls when he felt something. He doesn't know what he felt, but he felt like someone needed him. He brought his wings out and flew around until the feeling got stronger and stronger until he became unbearable at one house. He knew this house was home to a goddess, and he shouldn't have done what he did next but he climbed onto the window and climbed into the room. He saw someone in darkness, and he knew darkness. Nat knew that this kind of darkness could end up destroying you, and just sat next to the goddess and started to talk. About everything. Soon the darkness left, slowly but surely it left. He started to leave when a hand reached out and grabbed him.

It was Iris with tears in her eyes, and in her eyes, he saw someone who needed someone to be there. So he sat back down and just talked. It took him staying there for more than a week for her to come out of the shell she had hidden herself in. She told him what caused the darkness, and let's just say when he collected that spirit, he had to fill out a lot of paperwork. Ever since then, they have been attached to each other. She was there when he got so low that no one could have saved him but her. They are each other lifelines, which is why he is so overprotective. He cannot see her like that or the world will never be safe from his wrath. Iris is his soulmate, his platonic half. He will not let anything hurt her ever again.

Nat looked at Iris as she lay her head against his shoulder. He laughed softly. "There's no cute boys that I'm worried about right now. I missed you too, my dick of a father is forcing me to work more. I might be able to sneak away tonight and hide out in your house though. Want a housemate for a couple of days?" He had this thing of running away from home and staying far far away from it for as long as he possibly could. Nemesis knew where he was every time and only dragged him back when he really needed to do his work. Where else would he be? In Iris's house. Hell, there was even a bedroom made for him, but he never used it. He would usually stay in Iris's room on the floor or cuddling in the bed with her. She was one of the only people to know that he was a huge softie.

"Nah, my sister isn't a huge fucking dick. She's just a bit chaotic. " Thanatos says teasing her when the fucking most cutest ass boy floated in the art room asking Iris questions from the minute that he walked in. He, of course, knew him, who didn't? His name was Hermes, and he was adorable. He has been watching from afar but never introduced himself. Be cool, he thought in his mind as he glanced at Iris who was just as surprised at this newcomer before he remembered what he said when he walked in.

"Iris, what did you do? I swear to all of the underworld, if I have to kill any gods, Hades will have my head. He hates paperwork. " He said sternly but softly to the girl, temporary forgetting the god still in front of them.

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[revalia]

[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]hera [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]marriage, family... queen of the gods[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Still saddened about the great loss of one of her many favorite hats, Hera examined the board with a great amount of consideration. There was a variety of choices; book club, cheer squad, decathlon team, music club, art club... so on and so forth. It was a full blown nightmare to pick something. Hera pretty much preferred having an easy choice between three rather than a wide selection which caused her indecisiveness to go haywire. Besides... how was it possible that a freshly opened academy offered so much? It was only a mere second before the exact same sentence was said aloud by a male voice that approached her and disturbed her thinking process. Hera frowned lightly, did she just think out loud? No... it was a male voice for sure, especially when the same voice proceeded with a remarking question. Hera couldn't agree more. She did not peel her eyes off the board to face the source but she did remark back, "It is quite impressive if you ask me. Yes... it was exactly what I was thinking actually." Hera chuckled before she tilted her head lightly towards the male with a grin, "Interested in joining a cl --- ?" Her words were suddenly halted in their own tracks as she evaluated the person in front of her from the bottom up. Dark clothing consisting of leather and familiar dark brown eyes and black bushy eyebrows with a typical smug grin on his face. Reminded her of someone from her past when she was younger but she couldn't quite place a finger on it after such a long time in the mortal world. That or she simply refused to remember which was somewhat all the same thing. However, what caught her attention the most was the out of character black hat that was sitting casually on his bed of hair. Her heterochromic eyes widened in hopes that it was actually her own, "I love your taste in fashion I must add... the hate together with the leather really brings out the sparkle in your eyes," she kidded. Hera always initialized her belongings with a golden threaded, cursive capital H in the interior. That being said, Hera got distracted ever so slightly by the male that just plummeted against her fashion forward acquaintance before he recovered and landed back on Earth. "The question is, are you alright there? You look kind of... well distracted." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] Tags Zeus AnimeGenork Pan r e i
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