RedOcean
She Of Time
Confused -> nausious -> WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!?
Brooklyn Jessie Whitlock
coded by reveriee.
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Fantasy {Home Sweet Home IC (Rebooted)}
- Thread starter RedOcean
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Call me Peachie
The Princess of Trash
code by valen t.
bayleen
god knows i tried
♡coded by uxie♡
Sealia took a bite of her bread; she had just finished her morning routine that consisted of swimming on the beach, cursing the dolphins out, then apologizing and telling them to tell Posiden to "fuck himself," knowing full well they probably couldn't. Taking another bite of her bread, she shivered missing the warm hug of the ocean. Despite her immense love for the ocean, she hated how cold she felt afterward. Her mother always said she had a vitamin D defiance, but Sealia didn't frequent the doctor unless forced. A dolphin emerged from the ocean, waving its tail at Sealia. At that moment, her phone rang. She, however, took the time to flip off the dolphin before opening her messages. She hated when her phone wasn't silenced, but her mother usually worries about her long absences, and her habit of zoning out doesn't help either, so keeping it on is a must.
Her face was emotionless as she read the message the one exciting thing was the box looking up surely enough there was a box in front of her looking left and right for a person in sight, but she couldn't find anyone other than the dolphins and the seagulls. Sealia didn't hesitate after reading the message. She sent her mom a text and silenced her phone. She wasn't sure of much when she pulled the ribbon if this was a self-discovery or a way to reach her father so she could spit in his face but either way, staying here wasn't an option. Sealia remained seated when the winds picked up. Looking up, her eyes meet those of a man.
"Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?"
Thinking for a moment before answering, she merely nodded her head, and with that, they were off.
The pleasure of the wind blowing through her face making it hard for her to breathe only lasted for a second much to her disapproval, they reached the group, landing near a group of people.
"Be sure to rate your experience-"
"4 stars; it needs to be longer so people can enjoy the experience." The North Air nodded, maybe even considering it Sealia didn't stay to find out his response; instead, she watched as the unholy sight that was the Kampe, not to mention the gods, on a porch. They looked so out of place, like nails in a haystack, it was almost impossible not to notice them. Scratching her head, Sealia was confused about where to go; she didn't want to die to the Kampe. She just got here, but the distance between the house and her was far...at this point, the Kampe was closer than the house. Thinking it through in her head, she noticed a girl with hair like clouds fighting the Kampe alongside...Apollo? She didn't know what to do, but standing still wasn't going to help anyone. Opening her hydro flask, she used the remainder of the water to create an air vortex sending it hurling at the Kampe; unsure of the effects it will have on it, she's never really used this skill; yes, she's down it in the ocean a couple of times for practice or to torture the dolphins but never on land.
Her face was emotionless as she read the message the one exciting thing was the box looking up surely enough there was a box in front of her looking left and right for a person in sight, but she couldn't find anyone other than the dolphins and the seagulls. Sealia didn't hesitate after reading the message. She sent her mom a text and silenced her phone. She wasn't sure of much when she pulled the ribbon if this was a self-discovery or a way to reach her father so she could spit in his face but either way, staying here wasn't an option. Sealia remained seated when the winds picked up. Looking up, her eyes meet those of a man.
"Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?"
Thinking for a moment before answering, she merely nodded her head, and with that, they were off.
The pleasure of the wind blowing through her face making it hard for her to breathe only lasted for a second much to her disapproval, they reached the group, landing near a group of people.
"Be sure to rate your experience-"
"4 stars; it needs to be longer so people can enjoy the experience." The North Air nodded, maybe even considering it Sealia didn't stay to find out his response; instead, she watched as the unholy sight that was the Kampe, not to mention the gods, on a porch. They looked so out of place, like nails in a haystack, it was almost impossible not to notice them. Scratching her head, Sealia was confused about where to go; she didn't want to die to the Kampe. She just got here, but the distance between the house and her was far...at this point, the Kampe was closer than the house. Thinking it through in her head, she noticed a girl with hair like clouds fighting the Kampe alongside...Apollo? She didn't know what to do, but standing still wasn't going to help anyone. Opening her hydro flask, she used the remainder of the water to create an air vortex sending it hurling at the Kampe; unsure of the effects it will have on it, she's never really used this skill; yes, she's down it in the ocean a couple of times for practice or to torture the dolphins but never on land.
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bayleen
god knows i tried
♡coded by uxie♡
Lydia looked at the brown package eyeing the message on her phone. Rolling her eyes, she deleted the message and threw the box on her bed. It gave a slight wobble as it landed on the white velvet sheets. The daughter of Hades was feeling somewhat lonely, and she regretted not bringing at least one of the kittens for emotional support. Lydia's adoptive father, the sexy Claude, gave her some insight before she dragged all six of the kittens with her. And his wisdom was right; how was she supposed to take care of them? She had Claude's maid handle their needs, and she wasn't in the mood to shovel out poop. Sitting next to the box, she signed, eyeing it trying to not show any sign of interest, but curiosity killed the cat, and her hand hovered over the ribbon when the door banged open. A curvy woman walked in her hair in a tight bun so tight it looked like her veins were popping out, or was that from the anger plastered on her face, "You hit him?!!" the "motherly figure" ran up to her daughters face a kissing distance if you will.
Lydia struggled to open her mouth, and when she finally did, it was but a whisper. It wasn't because her mother yelled the hurt in Lydia's eyes was visible, "Why are you so heated?" Blair (Lydia's mother) opened her mouth to speak words coming out of her mouth, but Lydia's voice was louder, "You weren't this heated when he hit me?!" Hades daughter dramatically put her right arm to her chest, "Aren't I your daughter?"
Blair folded her arms, nodding her head sarcastically, "Are you done with your play? Take your things and get out." The silence that followed after was awkward and unsettling; the mother's words unsettled even the french rats under the bed.
"You're kicking me out? But I'm your daughter? Why don't you want me?!" Lydia broke the silence pushing her mother, having her stumble back against the door she came from. The woman looked up at her, making a look that said, "This is why."
"Your father didn't want you; why did you think I would?" Blair said, causing Lydia to burst into tears, the tears that she's been holding back.
Smiling, she tried wiping her tears using the back of her hand, "No, your wrong. He didn't want me in the underworld. I mean, look at me, does something so hot belong in that unlit place?" placing her hands on her hips and flipping her hair she pointed at her mother accusingly, "You want me to leave? Fine, I will leave just like dad did. Because nobody loves you enough to stay."
Grabbing her purse, she threw it over her right arm and grabbed the box in her left. Tears still streaming down her face, she convinced herself that the only regret she had was not leaving earlier, but deep down, she knew her only regret was that she didn't hug her mom and tell her that she didn't mean those words. Walking out the door, she made her way in front of the house, not bothering to stop and admire the garden. Taking no second thought this time, she aggressively opened the ribbon and regretted it instantly as she stubbled around trying to balance herself. Thankfully the brick wall behind her was a great asset. Her face facing the wall, she was unprepared from the voice behind her.
"Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?"
Startled by the unknown voice, she turned around, whispering to herself as the man talked, "What the fuck?" her mouth gaping open at him like he was wearing socks and sandals and if he were it would have been a fashion crisis.
"Are you prepared?"
The air spoke again, causing Lydia to come back from whatever trance she was in.
"So your like an airline?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. The air seemed to be annoyed with the statement.
"That's what I just said, demigod." Lydia eyed him up and down, sighing; she opened up her purse, taking out a 100 dollar bill and shoving it in the air's face.
"I don't know how much a ride costs but, this is all I have with me at the moment. Unless you want me to pull from my card, we can go to an ATM." Ticked off, the air didn't wait for a response as they took off for the 10 seconds of that ride; Lydia managed to scream her lungs off. And in less than a second, her body was safely on the ground, strands of her hair hovering over her face; it took her a moment standing there frozen the air contemplated if she was ok but instead said,
"Be sure to rate your experience 5 stars the next time you fly with us...demi-" Lydia looked up, thinking murderous thoughts; she threw her purse on the floor and pulled up her sleeves.
"5 STARS?!! I'm going to make you a star right now. SAy your prayers!!" Before she could lay her hands on the air, something else caught her gaze, a large winged beast that was so ugly it caused Lydia to openly gage. Turning her gaze to the air, she shyly said, "I don't don't suppose you do flights back?" The air glared at the demigoddess, which caused her to laugh nervously, "I had to try." Picking up her purse and dusting off the grass, she walked over to the nearest person a strawberry? Her hair was split into two colors crimson red and black. Next to her stood an equally beautiful girl. Looking closer, the strawberry was bleeding, which caused Lydia to gage again, and it took everything in her to make eye contact and not throw up this morning's breakfast, "Excuse me, please tell me this isn't the Violet refuge?"
Lydia struggled to open her mouth, and when she finally did, it was but a whisper. It wasn't because her mother yelled the hurt in Lydia's eyes was visible, "Why are you so heated?" Blair (Lydia's mother) opened her mouth to speak words coming out of her mouth, but Lydia's voice was louder, "You weren't this heated when he hit me?!" Hades daughter dramatically put her right arm to her chest, "Aren't I your daughter?"
Blair folded her arms, nodding her head sarcastically, "Are you done with your play? Take your things and get out." The silence that followed after was awkward and unsettling; the mother's words unsettled even the french rats under the bed.
"You're kicking me out? But I'm your daughter? Why don't you want me?!" Lydia broke the silence pushing her mother, having her stumble back against the door she came from. The woman looked up at her, making a look that said, "This is why."
"Your father didn't want you; why did you think I would?" Blair said, causing Lydia to burst into tears, the tears that she's been holding back.
Smiling, she tried wiping her tears using the back of her hand, "No, your wrong. He didn't want me in the underworld. I mean, look at me, does something so hot belong in that unlit place?" placing her hands on her hips and flipping her hair she pointed at her mother accusingly, "You want me to leave? Fine, I will leave just like dad did. Because nobody loves you enough to stay."
Grabbing her purse, she threw it over her right arm and grabbed the box in her left. Tears still streaming down her face, she convinced herself that the only regret she had was not leaving earlier, but deep down, she knew her only regret was that she didn't hug her mom and tell her that she didn't mean those words. Walking out the door, she made her way in front of the house, not bothering to stop and admire the garden. Taking no second thought this time, she aggressively opened the ribbon and regretted it instantly as she stubbled around trying to balance herself. Thankfully the brick wall behind her was a great asset. Her face facing the wall, she was unprepared from the voice behind her.
"Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?"
Startled by the unknown voice, she turned around, whispering to herself as the man talked, "What the fuck?" her mouth gaping open at him like he was wearing socks and sandals and if he were it would have been a fashion crisis.
"Are you prepared?"
The air spoke again, causing Lydia to come back from whatever trance she was in.
"So your like an airline?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. The air seemed to be annoyed with the statement.
"That's what I just said, demigod." Lydia eyed him up and down, sighing; she opened up her purse, taking out a 100 dollar bill and shoving it in the air's face.
"I don't know how much a ride costs but, this is all I have with me at the moment. Unless you want me to pull from my card, we can go to an ATM." Ticked off, the air didn't wait for a response as they took off for the 10 seconds of that ride; Lydia managed to scream her lungs off. And in less than a second, her body was safely on the ground, strands of her hair hovering over her face; it took her a moment standing there frozen the air contemplated if she was ok but instead said,
"Be sure to rate your experience 5 stars the next time you fly with us...demi-" Lydia looked up, thinking murderous thoughts; she threw her purse on the floor and pulled up her sleeves.
"5 STARS?!! I'm going to make you a star right now. SAy your prayers!!" Before she could lay her hands on the air, something else caught her gaze, a large winged beast that was so ugly it caused Lydia to openly gage. Turning her gaze to the air, she shyly said, "I don't don't suppose you do flights back?" The air glared at the demigoddess, which caused her to laugh nervously, "I had to try." Picking up her purse and dusting off the grass, she walked over to the nearest person a strawberry? Her hair was split into two colors crimson red and black. Next to her stood an equally beautiful girl. Looking closer, the strawberry was bleeding, which caused Lydia to gage again, and it took everything in her to make eye contact and not throw up this morning's breakfast, "Excuse me, please tell me this isn't the Violet refuge?"
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RedOcean
She Of Time
ahuman
the cheese conqueror/ tincan
oc: Yuri
location: old barn
stale bread was the meal of the day. stolen earlier from the windowsill of the old farmer who thought that some bird had taken it. he laid back holding the rusty tractor blade by his side his hands long gotten used to the rough texture that used to cut his hands open but now barely made an imprint on them now.
as he stared up at the rotten roof of the barn that gently dripped water next to him the small flip phone he had stolen buzzed gently. he ignored it initially thinking it was another message
that was asking for whoever stole the phone to return it but after a while he decided to check it out and what awaited him took him by surprise. maybe this was a chance to finally get out of this stinky barn and go somewhere actually nice. but this could be a trick nothing ever nice happened to him and when he saw the pouch he was tempted to just throw it away or send the old farmer there instead but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he took the pouch in his hands and once he gavered his dirty art supplies he sighed as he moved on outside pulling the ribbon free
“Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?”
"just take me where you need to"
"oh.... ok"
with that he was away. he did not care to look at the journey closing his eyes. it went by too quick to remember anything but eventually the journey came to an end and as he looked around he sighed giving a good review and sitting down in the field he was in not moving far from where he landed. he saw the house but decided to put it off the message did say he was free to do as he pleased so he decided to finish his bread while organising a ruined paintbrush a canvas he paints white every time he start a new drawing and a set of dry muddy paints with a pencil that was just a small stub at this point. it wasn't much but these things were all he had and they made him feel the only happiness he has felt and wouldn't replace them for anything
location: old barn
stale bread was the meal of the day. stolen earlier from the windowsill of the old farmer who thought that some bird had taken it. he laid back holding the rusty tractor blade by his side his hands long gotten used to the rough texture that used to cut his hands open but now barely made an imprint on them now.
as he stared up at the rotten roof of the barn that gently dripped water next to him the small flip phone he had stolen buzzed gently. he ignored it initially thinking it was another message
that was asking for whoever stole the phone to return it but after a while he decided to check it out and what awaited him took him by surprise. maybe this was a chance to finally get out of this stinky barn and go somewhere actually nice. but this could be a trick nothing ever nice happened to him and when he saw the pouch he was tempted to just throw it away or send the old farmer there instead but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he took the pouch in his hands and once he gavered his dirty art supplies he sighed as he moved on outside pulling the ribbon free
“Hello, demigod! I thank you for choosing North Wind Airlines! Are you prepared to take off?”
"just take me where you need to"
"oh.... ok"
with that he was away. he did not care to look at the journey closing his eyes. it went by too quick to remember anything but eventually the journey came to an end and as he looked around he sighed giving a good review and sitting down in the field he was in not moving far from where he landed. he saw the house but decided to put it off the message did say he was free to do as he pleased so he decided to finish his bread while organising a ruined paintbrush a canvas he paints white every time he start a new drawing and a set of dry muddy paints with a pencil that was just a small stub at this point. it wasn't much but these things were all he had and they made him feel the only happiness he has felt and wouldn't replace them for anything
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
Alexander Hendrix
Son of Zeus
Son of Zeus
Alexander started to have tears run across his face. He was completely broken. He felt warmth across his neck as Aisling wrapped her arms around him. Then, she kissed him. Alexander kissed back, and then they both pulled away and hugged. Alex felt Aisling place her head on his neck, even feeling her tears slowly fall down on his skin. He felt Aisling's heartbeat against his own, their bodies sharing the warmth and heat between them. For a moment, Alexander had a small smile. He knew he was alive, and even better, with the person he loved. The storm shrunk, the sun piercing through the sky once again. The terrifying bolts of death began to weaken, and decrease in numbers rapidly. Alexander wanted to stay in the sky with Aisling forever, to continue embracing her. But this dream quickly vanished as he noticed something. They were falling.
His eyes quickly widen, as he saw purple ropes around him and Aisling. This wouldn't be a problem normally, but there was something wrong. Alexander tried breaking through the ropes, but he couldn't. He tried flying, but the air didn't respond to him. With Alexander's powers completely disabled, the storm finally vanished. Although, that was the least of his worries. He held a tight grip with Aisling, as they fell to their potential deaths. He didn't want to let go, he finally got his loved one back, he wasn't ready to lose her again. Alexander tried everything, every ability that could help them, but nothing worked. Was this how he would die again? He quite literally achieved nothing. He didn't want to lose Aisling now, not again. The winds around them increased and began to get stronger and stronger as they fell quicker. Gaining more and more momentum. He closed his eyes as his hug with Aisling tightened as he braced for impact.
5... 4... 3... 2... 2...?
He opened his eyes. The winds which were just howling in his ears stopped, as they slowly floated to the ground. They eventually landed on the ground. Aisling and Alexander were completely unharmed, but Alexander checked if Aisling was fine anyway. He stopped hugging Aisling, as he got up from the ground. He also helped Aisling up. They were not too far from the house and weren't in the field they used to be in right before the storm.
"Hey, I think it's about time we join the others," he pointed to the house. He remembered the fight in the clouds, and how much energy Aisling used up.
"I can help you get there, you're probably drained," he offered a hand to Aisling. He was ready to finally take a break from all of this chaos.
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kakemha
One Thousand Club
RedOcean
She Of Time
Psyche & ErosEvent Postcoded by reveriee.
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x_Tasia_X
𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚢
ahuman
the cheese conqueror/ tincan
oc :yuri
location: unknown
he would watch the events from a distance. there were so many people they would never accept him never he didnt deserve to be here. he would stare at the figure motioning him to come towards him and scoop up his belongings taking a step back. then anouther then one more sweat rolling down his forehead as images from the past flash in his mind overwhelming him. he should of just ignored the email atleast he would be at what he would recognise as a home. it was damp and smelled awful rats stole his food and the leaking water kept him up but he was alone. he realised in this moment that he would never be able to feel comfortable around others but mabye that was for the best. he sighed dissapering from sight alone once more. he found himself inhaling a familier smell of rot and manuer looking down at his feet at the small pouch of empty wind throwing out of sight. one day mabye he will venture out into the world. he just hoped noone will follow him here from that place and they will just forget his existance entirely
location: unknown
he would watch the events from a distance. there were so many people they would never accept him never he didnt deserve to be here. he would stare at the figure motioning him to come towards him and scoop up his belongings taking a step back. then anouther then one more sweat rolling down his forehead as images from the past flash in his mind overwhelming him. he should of just ignored the email atleast he would be at what he would recognise as a home. it was damp and smelled awful rats stole his food and the leaking water kept him up but he was alone. he realised in this moment that he would never be able to feel comfortable around others but mabye that was for the best. he sighed dissapering from sight alone once more. he found himself inhaling a familier smell of rot and manuer looking down at his feet at the small pouch of empty wind throwing out of sight. one day mabye he will venture out into the world. he just hoped noone will follow him here from that place and they will just forget his existance entirely
RedOcean
She Of Time
Edgy Boi
your local feral trauma goblin
Eddie almost didn't notice Athena gesture to him, having mentally checked out of the situation almost entirely. Still, he saw her point to him, then back to the living room he'd just left. Eddie considered not listening, considered just walking out the door like he hadn't even seen her. Would it be easier, that way? Just get this whole façade over and done with? It was starting to freak him out, how - well, for lack of a better descriptor, normal - everything was. It was really incredibly unusual, but normal in the sense that this is how things were, when he was alive. Sure, the overabundance of gods on the property was a clear indicator that he was still in the Underworld, but everything else, the Refuge, the random monster showing up and wrecking shit - it was all too close to the way things had been. Eddie wanted to just go back to an ordinary torture session, thanks. He was far too sober to entertain this happy fiction.
Still; the question. Did he do as the goddess said, or did he try to get someone to break the illusion? Indulge in the bittersweet memory of home, or shatter it before he could get his hopes up?
After a long pause, and against his better judgement, Eddie walked back into the living room. His legs threatened to buckle under him at one point, but he forced himself onwards, not wanting to show how very weak he was feeling. It had to be whatever they did to his alcohol. He honestly felt like he could fall asleep any moment, just collapse right then and there and deal with the consequences later. He would do just that, if not for the creeping unease he felt about this whole damn situation. He had to stay awake. Some caffeine would be nice right now.
Entering the living room, Eddie would hesitate for a second before walking back over to the couch where Nina and Carlos sat. Nina was crying, and Carlos didn't exactly look happy, although Eddie couldn't really read his expression.
"If I promise not to make any more alcohol, can I have my flask back?" he asked Nina. His possessions being taken away always made him nervous, and it's a trait that had somehow survived even after his death, despite having so much taken away. If anything, the anxiety it caused him was worse than before. Plus, he wanted a vessel to make some coffee in. He had to stay awake. "I'll clean it out before making anything else in it." Eddie said, and he did mean that, at this point if it meant she'd give him his flask back, Eddie would probably say just about anything. It felt so wrong to be separated from one of the only items he'd been able to keep, along with his clothes. He'd begged many a time in order to have one of his possessions returned to him, and he'd do it again if he had to, but he was hardly going to do so if he didn't need to. It wasn't for the sake of pride, it was just tiresome.
Eddie could feel his legs begin to shake again, and locked his knees to keep from falling over. He needed to sit down, and soon, but with the uncertainty of the situation, that was the last thing he wanted to do. Once he had his flask back, he could go and lean against a wall, as far from the other people as he could get, and maybe they'd end up distracted enough that he could sit down then, or slip out of the room unnoticed to find somewhere safer to rest. He had to calm down at least a little, the last thing he wanted was for his blankness to lift, to re-expose himself to the unending fear the lurked above apathy. He had the feeling that if he didn't get his flask, and get as far away from everyone as this room allowed, he might reach that limit.
With that in mind, if Nina insisted on keeping the flask, he wouldn't argue with her, just nod and walk away, finding whichever corner was quietest and leaning into it, balling his hands into his pockets and doing his best to appear unaffected, despite his paler-than-usual skin, and the tremble in his breath that he was fighting to keep under control. He wouldn't break down, would stay standing, and not a single tear would fall from his eyes. He simply refused to allow that to happen.
x_Tasia_X
(Nina)
RedOcean
(Carlos)
Still; the question. Did he do as the goddess said, or did he try to get someone to break the illusion? Indulge in the bittersweet memory of home, or shatter it before he could get his hopes up?
After a long pause, and against his better judgement, Eddie walked back into the living room. His legs threatened to buckle under him at one point, but he forced himself onwards, not wanting to show how very weak he was feeling. It had to be whatever they did to his alcohol. He honestly felt like he could fall asleep any moment, just collapse right then and there and deal with the consequences later. He would do just that, if not for the creeping unease he felt about this whole damn situation. He had to stay awake. Some caffeine would be nice right now.
Entering the living room, Eddie would hesitate for a second before walking back over to the couch where Nina and Carlos sat. Nina was crying, and Carlos didn't exactly look happy, although Eddie couldn't really read his expression.
"If I promise not to make any more alcohol, can I have my flask back?" he asked Nina. His possessions being taken away always made him nervous, and it's a trait that had somehow survived even after his death, despite having so much taken away. If anything, the anxiety it caused him was worse than before. Plus, he wanted a vessel to make some coffee in. He had to stay awake. "I'll clean it out before making anything else in it." Eddie said, and he did mean that, at this point if it meant she'd give him his flask back, Eddie would probably say just about anything. It felt so wrong to be separated from one of the only items he'd been able to keep, along with his clothes. He'd begged many a time in order to have one of his possessions returned to him, and he'd do it again if he had to, but he was hardly going to do so if he didn't need to. It wasn't for the sake of pride, it was just tiresome.
Eddie could feel his legs begin to shake again, and locked his knees to keep from falling over. He needed to sit down, and soon, but with the uncertainty of the situation, that was the last thing he wanted to do. Once he had his flask back, he could go and lean against a wall, as far from the other people as he could get, and maybe they'd end up distracted enough that he could sit down then, or slip out of the room unnoticed to find somewhere safer to rest. He had to calm down at least a little, the last thing he wanted was for his blankness to lift, to re-expose himself to the unending fear the lurked above apathy. He had the feeling that if he didn't get his flask, and get as far away from everyone as this room allowed, he might reach that limit.
With that in mind, if Nina insisted on keeping the flask, he wouldn't argue with her, just nod and walk away, finding whichever corner was quietest and leaning into it, balling his hands into his pockets and doing his best to appear unaffected, despite his paler-than-usual skin, and the tremble in his breath that he was fighting to keep under control. He wouldn't break down, would stay standing, and not a single tear would fall from his eyes. He simply refused to allow that to happen.
x_Tasia_X
(Nina)
RedOcean
(Carlos)
RedOcean
She Of Time
Aliviyah Carter
Daughter of Apollo
coded by natasha.
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
Sophie's heart was beating against her chest like rocks being thrown against a window. She couldn't get over that she was facing a few of the Olympians themselves. She stood up, at their request, and was asked to take a seat. She saw that the goddess pointed to the living room. Sophie collected her bow and arrows from the floor, but as she did, someone grabbed her by her shirt's collar.
The stranger dragged her into the living room, while Sophie was confused. But when they got into the living room, Sophie removed the stranger's hand from her.
"What the hell? Who are you, and why did you just grab my collar like that? I was going to the living room anyway!" Sophie said, with a bit of frustration. She was frustrated that someone actually sneaked behind her and surprised her. If this was a real fight, she would have been dead. She was, overall, frustrated at her own skills and abilities. She knows she could do better and she tries her best, but there's just something missing.
Sophie studied the stranger, which was actually a girl. But there was something with this girl. Sophie could sense a connection between them, which kinda weirded her out a bit. She has never seen this gal in her life, until now. Not to mention, the gal didn't look so good. She looked fine physically, but her face said it all. Sophie became a bit concerned for this random girl.
She sighed, "I'm sorry for that outburst, just don't grab me like that again." Sophie couldn't shake off the feeling of the connection she could still feel. It was hard to even describe. She noticed light shining through the windows. She thought to herself that the storm must have passed. Maybe someone knocked that guy out? She wasn't sure how it happened, but she knows something did happen.
She realized her mind was wandering off-topic, and she put her attention back on the gal who grabbed her, waiting for her response...
The stranger dragged her into the living room, while Sophie was confused. But when they got into the living room, Sophie removed the stranger's hand from her.
"What the hell? Who are you, and why did you just grab my collar like that? I was going to the living room anyway!" Sophie said, with a bit of frustration. She was frustrated that someone actually sneaked behind her and surprised her. If this was a real fight, she would have been dead. She was, overall, frustrated at her own skills and abilities. She knows she could do better and she tries her best, but there's just something missing.
Sophie studied the stranger, which was actually a girl. But there was something with this girl. Sophie could sense a connection between them, which kinda weirded her out a bit. She has never seen this gal in her life, until now. Not to mention, the gal didn't look so good. She looked fine physically, but her face said it all. Sophie became a bit concerned for this random girl.
She sighed, "I'm sorry for that outburst, just don't grab me like that again." Sophie couldn't shake off the feeling of the connection she could still feel. It was hard to even describe. She noticed light shining through the windows. She thought to herself that the storm must have passed. Maybe someone knocked that guy out? She wasn't sure how it happened, but she knows something did happen.
She realized her mind was wandering off-topic, and she put her attention back on the gal who grabbed her, waiting for her response...
RedOcean
She Of Time
Deja Hayes
"Are there limits to what you can call a fork?" Deja stood by the booth full of fresh produce. A girl with electric blue eyes and long blonde hair standing behind it, listening to her friend's pointless rambling. Usually, she tried to avoid these talks that Deja had since she often got carried away with them but with the farmer's market yet to open, the booth organized, and no customers to serve yet, the girl had nothing better to do. So she decided to entertain it for now.
"There are three-pronged forks and four-pronged forks; Can a knife be classified as a one-pronged sharp fork?" Deja brought her hand to her chin in thought to which the girl simply blinked at.
Is this girl really serious-
"I mean you use them both to stab things- Well...I guess a knife is more for slicing and cutting...."She was then quiet for a moment, leaving the two of them in silence that only lasted about three minutes. "Could a sword be classified as a super sharp one-pronged fork?! Those things were both definitely created to stab!"
"Deja I don't think that's how it works-"
"Can a fork fall in the category of a tiny, really dull, four-pronged sword? Is there like a spectrum of fork to knife to sword?"
"I don't think there is-"
"Back in like, the renaissance era, what if rivals said:' Sir, I challenge you to a one pronged fork duel!'"
"Why would they-"
"Or even...What if; 'Sir! I challenge you to a dull four-pronged tiny sword duel!'"
This pleasant exchange of random thoughts carried on for about an hour or so once people had begun to flow into the streets. After an almost exhausting attempt to stay, Deja ended up bidding her friend goodbye.
"You do see the customers right?" The blonde then questioned in a tired tone.
Oblivious as ever as to what her friend had been hinting at, Deja nodded when she turned her head over to face the newly-arriving groups of people. "Oh yes, I think they look very nice! Little dirty but-"
"Look; I don't know about you but I don't think that you stand...Here would be..." The girl stopped talking, falling dead silent as she stared at nothing.
Looking almost confused, Deja tried to align her sight with her friends to try and see through her eyes. But all she could see was the cement pavement far ahead that lined the ground. "Dusk, what are you looking at-" As she spoke, Deja turned her eyes to give her attention back to the girl and her eyes widened at the small little detail that ran down her left cheek. The warm glow of the sunlight gave dramatic life to the single tear that rolled down the girl's face that soon turned into streams that flowed down her features. "Dusk?" Despite her crying, the female showed no signs of sorrow or distress; Her face was just a blank, dull, and expressionless slate.
Concern filled Deja and she put two hands on her shoulders, lightly shaking her. "Dusk what's wrong!" The only thing she could hear was the girl's soft mumbling. But weird enough; words didn't escape from her mouth. Instead, what she heard was quiet tittering. Almost like the sounds, some kind of rodent would make.
The blonde's fingers curled and flexed. Looking up to her face, her once soft and pale skin was red. Slowly but surely, the bright and almost glowingly bold blue eyes that seemed to hold so much of her never-ending fierceness had begun to drain. Watching those eyes of hers dull felt like watching the most beautiful paint slide right off of its canvas.
Two hours later, Deja found herself in a wide field with a red-hot smoking crater and a gruesome-looking man limping into a building that'd been almost too far into the distance for her to see.She could sure hear his grunting from here though. In her hands, she held four white plastic bags; Two for each one; filled with multiple tacos and various kinds of burritos with four random Caprisuns she had grabbed from Walmart.
Her intention going into this had been to find a few potential friends and have a little pleasant meal with them in a place where they could better acquaint themselves in peace. But looking at the scattered figures of people around the field and distressed voices faintly calling out in the distance...
Everyone ahead of her would need a 'little pleasant meal' with a very generous side of 'professional therapy'. Deja began to wonder if she'd even bought enough food for everyone when she then heard almost comically faint screeching in the air above her head. Ever fading as she looked up to the source in confusion. Flying through the clouds in an arch soared a dark-looking monstrous lady dressed in rags, screaming greek curses that Deja could somehow understand even though she'd never even heard a greek word uttered in her entire life.
How did she even know that Kampe was speaking Greek-
Wait-
How did he even know the thing's name?
"Holy Aphrodite, I'm gonna need a lot of taco sauce...."
"There are three-pronged forks and four-pronged forks; Can a knife be classified as a one-pronged sharp fork?" Deja brought her hand to her chin in thought to which the girl simply blinked at.
Is this girl really serious-
"I mean you use them both to stab things- Well...I guess a knife is more for slicing and cutting...."She was then quiet for a moment, leaving the two of them in silence that only lasted about three minutes. "Could a sword be classified as a super sharp one-pronged fork?! Those things were both definitely created to stab!"
"Deja I don't think that's how it works-"
"Can a fork fall in the category of a tiny, really dull, four-pronged sword? Is there like a spectrum of fork to knife to sword?"
"I don't think there is-"
"Back in like, the renaissance era, what if rivals said:' Sir, I challenge you to a one pronged fork duel!'"
"Why would they-"
"Or even...What if; 'Sir! I challenge you to a dull four-pronged tiny sword duel!'"
This pleasant exchange of random thoughts carried on for about an hour or so once people had begun to flow into the streets. After an almost exhausting attempt to stay, Deja ended up bidding her friend goodbye.
"You do see the customers right?" The blonde then questioned in a tired tone.
Oblivious as ever as to what her friend had been hinting at, Deja nodded when she turned her head over to face the newly-arriving groups of people. "Oh yes, I think they look very nice! Little dirty but-"
"Look; I don't know about you but I don't think that you stand...Here would be..." The girl stopped talking, falling dead silent as she stared at nothing.
Looking almost confused, Deja tried to align her sight with her friends to try and see through her eyes. But all she could see was the cement pavement far ahead that lined the ground. "Dusk, what are you looking at-" As she spoke, Deja turned her eyes to give her attention back to the girl and her eyes widened at the small little detail that ran down her left cheek. The warm glow of the sunlight gave dramatic life to the single tear that rolled down the girl's face that soon turned into streams that flowed down her features. "Dusk?" Despite her crying, the female showed no signs of sorrow or distress; Her face was just a blank, dull, and expressionless slate.
Concern filled Deja and she put two hands on her shoulders, lightly shaking her. "Dusk what's wrong!" The only thing she could hear was the girl's soft mumbling. But weird enough; words didn't escape from her mouth. Instead, what she heard was quiet tittering. Almost like the sounds, some kind of rodent would make.
The blonde's fingers curled and flexed. Looking up to her face, her once soft and pale skin was red. Slowly but surely, the bright and almost glowingly bold blue eyes that seemed to hold so much of her never-ending fierceness had begun to drain. Watching those eyes of hers dull felt like watching the most beautiful paint slide right off of its canvas.
Two hours later, Deja found herself in a wide field with a red-hot smoking crater and a gruesome-looking man limping into a building that'd been almost too far into the distance for her to see.
Her intention going into this had been to find a few potential friends and have a little pleasant meal with them in a place where they could better acquaint themselves in peace. But looking at the scattered figures of people around the field and distressed voices faintly calling out in the distance...
Everyone ahead of her would need a 'little pleasant meal' with a very generous side of 'professional therapy'. Deja began to wonder if she'd even bought enough food for everyone when she then heard almost comically faint screeching in the air above her head. Ever fading as she looked up to the source in confusion. Flying through the clouds in an arch soared a dark-looking monstrous lady dressed in rags, screaming greek curses that Deja could somehow understand even though she'd never even heard a greek word uttered in her entire life.
How did she even know that Kampe was speaking Greek-
Wait-
How did he even know the thing's name?
"Holy Aphrodite, I'm gonna need a lot of taco sauce...."
nine lives
Caedes_
Timid and Nervous (╥﹏╥)
Parker
Parker decides to stand up and walk to the living room.
When he got there, he wasnt processing what he is looking at right now.
Parker stood there for a few seconds, staring blankly at the Olympians.
Then it hit him. A suprised face grew on him.
Oh my god, is it really them. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Parker pinched himself to make sure this wasnt a dream. It wasnt, since it hurt him.
He never thought this would be the day he actually saw the Olympians.
He was always amazed from the stories told to him by his mother. It was a dream of his to meet them, and it finally came true.
"Oh my god" he mumbled.
Oh my god indeed.
Mirai-chan
Black Rokku Shoota
Valentina Looked at Torta with a look of surprise."Wait, That opossum is yours and I'm NOT A MOLDY OLD BOOT, YOU TATTOOED WEIRDO!"Val Exclaimed sounding highly Angry. She Sat back down and literally muttered something Frustrated. First, She get here from some stupid message and AN AIR RIDE OF SCARYNESSS (Or valentina's Fear of heights*coughs*)! Next, the place gets attacked by a Greek monster? "Now What? Something even crazier is about to happen?"She thought. Well, Valentina Sorta called it, Something even crazier is about to happen as she got up to face The Olympians, She stared at them blankly."WAIT, Who are they? and where did they come from"Valentina asked sounding very confuzzled.
Valentina was so in her thoughts after meeting torta that she ignored what was going on around her. She was confused to see all three of them there and Was confused."Are they the owners of this place, Please somebody explain what is going on!"Valentina said. This girl is freaking out, and she has too many questions to count that she is about to say, but is keeping them down by asking that question.
Valentina was so in her thoughts after meeting torta that she ignored what was going on around her. She was confused to see all three of them there and Was confused."Are they the owners of this place, Please somebody explain what is going on!"Valentina said. This girl is freaking out, and she has too many questions to count that she is about to say, but is keeping them down by asking that question.
Ozron
Smiles hide more than they show
Alexander Hendrix
Son of Zeus
Son of Zeus
After Aisling signed him that she was fine, Alexander felt a bit of relief. He was just glad she was unharmed after his little outburst. Gods, if he actually hurt her... No. He blocked that thought out of his head. He would never hurt her. Right?
Well, that relief Alex felt vanished real quick when Aisling signed to him,
"Curse of Achilles, right?"
Immediately his body tensed up, as he experienced a flashback to the river. It's cold and deadly waters over his body. Something so cold, it burned. He remembered his soul fighting for its own existence. One stab, one arrow, one cut at this anchor, is all it would take for you to die. He felt his right armpit burn for a moment, then quickly faded. He noticed he was shaking and forced himself out of it. Then a migraine kicked in.
"Yeah, C-Curse of Achilles. It's not som-," he stopped when he saw a certain god walk out of the entrance of the house and attacked Kampe. He recognized that god almost immediately. Hephaestus. His entire appearance just screamed it. Especially the deformities. Although he was glad the god showed up, as it put a distraction to the conversation that he'd prefer not to think or talk about. Then he spotted Aisling 2 with Hephaestus, which he still couldn't figure out how the hell there was a second Aisling. Maybe she had a twin? He wasn't sure, he made a mental note to ask later.
"I think we should hurry inside," Alexander said to Aisling. He wasn't worried about himself, with the Curse and all. But it was Aisling he was primarily worried about. If the Kampe got her... He really didn't like thinking of the possibilities. He grabbed Aisling's hand and rushed to the front door of the house. He made sure to not run too fast, as he remembered Aisling was exhausted at this point, but he did want to get inside as quickly as possible.
As they entered the house, Alexander quickly looked back at Aisling to check on her. After that, he looked around the area. From what he could see, not too much has changed. He wasn't sure where to go though. That's when he spotted the two goddesses at the staircase.
"Oh, hi," He knew they were goddesses, just because of the aura they made. But it took him a moment to identify them. Athena and Artemis. Now, he was concerned and confused. Due to the fact that there were three Olympians, possibly even more in different parts of the house for all he knew. But he knew that meant something is up. And it occurred to him that they might be here for him. He wasn't sure, but he knew that they know that he should be dead. Maybe Zeus sent them after him? No, that doesn't make sense, wouldn't Hephaestus have gotten him by now? He sighed in confusion.
"Um, I think we should go somewhere else, maybe the living room? What do you think Aisling?" He asked her. He started to feel uncomfortable around the goddesses.
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