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PixieDust · Jan 23, 2017

~Titan of the Moon~

GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Karaoke Baby!||LOCATION: The Boat to Olympia, the Bar||WITH: Arlen @TwistedTruth Cameron and Erika @TheWeirdPhilosopher||MENTIONS:[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)] [/COLOR]...

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Quite frankly, Eva was underwhelmed with Arlen's recreational pursuits. He was clearly opposite to her in that respect. She couldn't stay in one place more than five minutes unless she was required to by her filming schedule or the likes. There were so many places and people and clubs to explore in her opinion. Why sit around and waste time? Then again, his complete opposition to her was actually fascinating. Calmer people always had her off guard and caused her to question herself a little. Sometimes that was an uncomfortable experience, and sometimes it could be...illuminating. Like the one time she tried yoga with her friend Ross.

"Aha, so you're the indoors type. Not my thing but whatever floats your boat I guess." She took his hand without hesitation as she hopped down from the bar stool, hardly hearing the more serious part of his statement where he mentioned those 'qualities' again. Now her mind was solely on fun. Her eyes lit up considerably when sudden music could be heard bouncing around the bar. Her attention had been alerted to a karaoke area and the sound of the singer P!NK. She was temporarily caught off guard believing that the singer was actually in the room before realising that it was a random brunette able to mimic her exactly. The eery likeness was a little uncanny.

Without much of a thought, she had let go of Arlen's hand and was heading toward the karaoke. Drunken 2AM karaoke was nothing new to her, but tipsy midday karaoke certainly was. She had to get a taste of that.

"Feel free to ditch whenever you'd like Arlen. I may be here a while." She shot him a playful smile that made her look less like a sophisticated movie star and more like an overzealous teen at a college party. With one last flirtatious wink, she sauntered over to the karaoke area, her heels clicking as she went.

'Hey mind if I join the karaoke party?" she asked the two brunettes, "And how the hell did you sound so much like P!NK? That was freakin' incredible!"

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Uxie · Jan 23, 2017

terpsichore, muse of dance

guild: n/a || location: ship (buffet -> ballroom)
feelings: well. that happened.

interactions: @Knockoff Cleopatra (mali) @PixieDust (gareth) || mentions: @Starfish @crucialstar @AnimeGenork @TheTraveller @Uxie (crew of misfits) @TheTraveller (isabelle) @PixieDust (fran)

"I'm Mali, by the way." Ara paused a moment, deliberating if she should introduce herself as well. Was it worth it? She supposed so.

"You can call me Ara." She noted the slight upwards movement of the girl's hand, as if about to offer a shake and the immediate drop as something else caught the girl- Mali's- attention. There'd been a loud splash, and Ara, seeing Mali's gaze fixed on the deck nearby, turned as well, her brown eyes zeroing in on the group of people on the railing. A clumsy girl nearly threw herself over the railings into the water had a man not stopped her immediately, and she would not stop screaming. It hurt Ara's ears. A look of disgust flitted on her face for a brief moment, before it returned to it's natural calm expression as another man as well as the one from before calmed Miss Overreact down.

"I think someone just fell over." she heard Mali say, and let out a soft snort.

"You think?" The sarcasm dripped lightly but evidently from her voice, her eyes still fixed on the scene. She wondered amiably why they seemed to all be spectating rather than getting help in one way or another, though her thoughts were swiftly countered as a blonde with an unreasonably short skirt zoomed past and dove headfirst over the railings. Ara watched with a raised eyebrow, this one action catching her interest. The girl hardly looked any taller than her, certainly there was no way she would be able to rescue the redhead. She was proved wrong once more as this unpredictable girl was climbing up the boat moments later, on some sort of iridescent ladder that had formed out of water droplets. She had no idea what the hell was going on there, but she didn't feel like questioning it. Mali, on the other hand, seemed absolutely enthralled by it, and had raced over like a child running for candy, the curiosity and amazement clear in her every step.

Her attention flipped back to the redhead unconscious on the ground, and she cast Gareth a single glance, her lips pressed into a thin line as she gave him a once-over. Reaching for an eclair on Mali's plate, taking a dainty bite, chewed thoughtfully and spoke after she swallowed. "You don't look fine." she said simply, "She also does not look fine. I'll get the nurse or something. There's got to be some sort of medical help on this ship. Or staff, or something." Ara turned, still holding her eclair, off to find some sort of staff member. She wandered through the halls, and spying a man dressed in full black and an apron, grabbed him by the sleeve as he passed and explained the situation. He nodded and thanked her, and went on his way with a purpose. She watched him turn the corner, then glanced around at the walls around her, admiring the paintings and decor as her pace slowed down to an almost leisurely walk.

The sound of piano music caught her attention, and she followed the beautiful melody towards an open door. She peered in to see a blonde seated at the piano, her fingers dancing across the keys. Ara was about to take a step forward when she noticed a girl at the entrance, and she reached forward to push the door open slightly wider so she could slip in past her. She looked at the girl curiously for a second, but said nothing as she stepped forward, a small smile forming on her lips as she fell into the embrace of the music. Subconsciously, Ara felt her legs began to move on her own, her toes pointed as she twirled gracefully in time to the music.

PixieDust · Jan 23, 2017

~Goddess of Love and Beauty~

[COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)]GUILD:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)] [/COLOR]n/a ||[COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)]SCENARIO:[/COLOR] Baking a Cake||[COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)]LOCATION:[/COLOR] The boat to Olympia, kitchen||[COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)]WITH:[/COLOR] (Formerly) Amalia @Miss Calypso Ara @Uxie (Currently) No one||[COLOR= rgb(255, 160, 122)]MENTIONS:[/COLOR] Clodagh @StarfishAdrian @crucialstarAlexander @TheTravellerSkylie @AnimeGenorkDanielle @Uxie

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Gareth did not have much of a chance to say much more or give any contribution to the conversation other than his name and his gratitude to the kind iridescent girl who's name was apparently Amalia. Quite reasonably, she and another girl named Ara were distracted by a scene on the deck. A redheaded girl had fallen overboard and a crowd was slowly gathering around her. He watched in horror from the window, compelled to help in some way but knowing that with all the people surrounding her she was sure to be fished out in no time. Sure enough a small blonde had arrived, fearlessly rescuing the girl on a ladder that looked like a rainbow. Gareth's eyes widened at this. How had she done that? Perhaps he had been seeing things. The sea sickness must have got to him.

It was not long until Ara and Amalia left to check on the unconscious red head and Gareth was once again alone with a small glass of ginger ale that he finished relatively quickly. He looked around with a small sigh, noticing the kitchens nearby and deciding to distract himself from his disorientation by cooking something. He headed straight for the contents of the fridge once he entered the room. The kitchen was empty which struck him as odd, no one was there and he had the room all to himself, which brought a small smile to his face.

Inside the fridge he found a box of eggs and some milk. After rummaging through the cupboards he managed to find some flour and sugar and in a fruit bowl on a worktop he found a couple of bananas perfectly soft enough to bake a cake with. After washing his hands, he made a start on his cake, laying all the equipment out in an orderly line and humming a Sam Smith song to himself as he measured the ingredients with a scale. This was somewhere that felt comfortable to him. Gareth remembered the first time he had baked a banana cake. It was a bitter sweet day on his mother's birthday. He had only been eight years old and had sensed that his mother was sad. She had been for a long time and would occasionally burst into tears for no reason. Heartbroken by this, little Gareth had resolved to bake her the best birthday cake he could with what little ingredients they had.

It hadn't turned out as lovely as they would in later years, and it was rather charcoaled, but his mum had been delighted and it had been the first time she had smiled in weeks when he had presented it.

"Happy Birthday mummy!" he had said with a toothy grin as he handed the squashed cake to her. Her eyes had welled up with joyful tears and she had held him close. He had been so very pleased with himself that day, but only now did he really understand the depth of her depression back then.

diwa · Jan 23, 2017

[SIZE= 20px][COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Alexander Lucien Blaise[/COLOR][/SIZE]

Apollo

Greek god of Arts, Music, Medicine, and Prophesy

(among others)

GUILD: [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]N/A[/COLOR] ||SCENARIO: [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Well... that was something... [/COLOR]LOCATION: [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Home - Room - Front Deck [/COLOR]||WITH: [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Skylie[/COLOR] @AnimeGenork [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Adrian[/COLOR] @crucialstar [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Clo[/COLOR] @Starfish [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]Dani[/COLOR] @Uxie

||MENTIONS: [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]N/A[/COLOR]

Alexander thought that the whole thing couldn't get any weirder. He was contemplating on whether to jump and follow the redhead, he could definitely save the girl, pull her from below but going back to the ship is another issue. Not to mention the part of how are they gonna get out of the way of the big ship that is moving fast towards them. Sure, Alexander is awesome, but his awesomeness can't stop a boat from crashing into them which slightly saddened him. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"Oh, screw it." [/COLOR]He was preparing himself to jump when suddenly another girl walked in.

[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"Can all of you shut up? Your colors are giving me a headache."[/COLOR]

Alexander can't help but to raise an eyebrow as he looked behind him, a blonde girl wearing a black top, skirt, fishnets sauntered towards them. He wanted to ask if she was high in that time of day but the girl was busy climbing in the railing and without hesitation, she jumped into the deep waters. Clearly, she was probably crazy too. Wide eyed, Alexander looked down, half amused and half mystified as he waited for the result. He thought that they were going to haul two bodies out of the water but he was wrong. The two emerge from the deep blue, with the blonde tugging the redhead. Droplets of water suddenly formed into a mist at the side of the boat, then to what looks like a rainbow. A rainbow ladder.[COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)] "What the..."[/COLOR] he whispered as he watch the girl clamber up, carrying the redhead who was still unconscious. Alexander can't help to admire the blonde seeing that she carried the other girl easily. Maybe the redhead is definitely light. Or the blonde is ridiculously strong. A small cringe and a tiny smile escaped his lips when the red head landed with a thud along side with the blonde girl who was catching her breath.

[COLOR= rgb(128, 0, 128)]"I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it."[/COLOR]

The girl casually said. Alexander just shook his head with a wry smile on his face, he immediately jog towards the lounge chairs where a bunch of white fluffy towels were folded neatly. He took three before coming back to them. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"No one is freaking out, love." [/COLOR]Alexander said, his dimples were denting his cheeks as he smiled.[COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)] "We're waiting for the help. Apparently you're it. Thanks." [/COLOR]He handed her the towel that he is holding. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"We don't all have Skittles power, you know."[/COLOR] Before he could even start flirting, Alexander focused on the matters at hand. But the alleged good looking murderer was already on the move and started to give out proper CPR.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]"Sleeping beauty, wake up. We haven't been formally introduced. There's so much I wanted to know about you. You can't be dead[/COLOR]"

Another chuckle escaped his lips. For some reason, Alexander knew that the girl will be fine. He could feel the life in her. Besides the guy managed to get all the water out of her, and her body was just currently recovering from shock. Before the dark haired guy shed tears, Alexander stepped in and crouched down. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"She's going to be fine." [/COLOR]Alexander looked at the guy with a smile so bright. His hands started moving, pressing the limbs, joints, and nape of the unconscious girl lightly. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"Well, nothing is broken or dislocated." [/COLOR]He mumbled as his hands started feeling her ribcages. As a certified lifeguard and a man who knows something about medicine and human body, Alexander took the delicate issue seriously, after all it was a serious fall. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"She will probably have a headache, but that could be remedied."[/COLOR] Very gingerly, he pulled the girl so that she is sitting up and wrap one of the fluffy towels around her before Alexander carried her in a bridal style. Yes, she is definitely light. Alexander could somehow feel her heartbeat going normal, so as her breathing and that made him at ease that he took sometime examining the features of the girl. She has a sharp angular face, high cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, and a slight bruising at her right temple. Frowning a little, Alexander leant down and kissed her temple lightly. Just a brush of his lips and the bruise instantly faded. Knowing the girl is now fit as a fiddle, Alexander glance at the crowd. [COLOR= rgb(139, 69, 19)]"Do you know where is the infirmary?"[/COLOR]

mxlly · Jan 23, 2017

[SIZE= 11px]Mette had failed to [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]realise how forceful her pinball playing had become. Evidently, it had become notable enough to attract attention. She would have assumed her current lack of composure would be repellent. It was not typical for the blonde to be outwardly wrathful. However, Mette could be snappish and certainly did not shy away from taunting the people she detested- but 'aggressive' was not a word one would use to describe her. Though Mette now knew how harmful it could be if she got too riled up.[/SIZE]

"Hey, let's say you go easier on the thing so there's still something left for me to play, huh?"

[SIZE= 11px]Mette smirked. She was humoured by the stranger's inquiry. Additionally, h[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]is voice was especially charming and the accent was [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]familiar. It instantly reminded her of the actors her older sisters would swoon over. The thought of her sisters was bittersweet. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]Emilia and Susanne would break out their collection of DVDs on a Friday night and gossip about the men on the screen who were halfway across the world. Emilia claimed that she would marry an American man. Well, at least Mette believed this man's accent was American. Though she could not tell from which part.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]"I guess I should show it a little mercy." [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] Mette jested as she watched the pesky silver ball roll in between the barriers a last time. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] "Hmph,"[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] She twisted her lips, irritated. The game wasn't helping relieve her stress like she had intended. At the very least, her mind was off all those puzzling questions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]She diverted her attention from the game and turned towards her new-found company. A fluffy-haired and brown eyed boy who was sporting a lively grin. He looked rather charming, really. Additionally, he could be a potential air hockey opponent. It was about time she put her Pinball playing to a halt. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"Perhaps we [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]should give it a break," [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]she suggested with a smile,[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]Up to challenge me at air hockey?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]Before she could receive an answer two women approached.[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"Hey. I'm Axelle, this is Ella."[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] The female with the pink hair introduced the pair of them. Mette instantly took interest in her hair. She'd wanted to dye her own golden curls for years. Unfortunately, Agnar and Karina were not so enthralled by the idea. They believed their daughter would be perceived as a 'juvenile delinquent' and damage their [/SIZE]'illustrious'[SIZE= 11px] reputation. Though her family's name was already stained due to her father's hand in politics. He was detested by the vast majority of the public as a result of his questionable views. Mette did not agree with most of his statements. He would never allow her to share her opinion because he was a [/SIZE]bigot[SIZE= 11px]. Her mother was not so great at listening to her daughter either. The family's inability to communicate had been the origin of Mette's constant frustration. She had become an expert at 'bottling up' emotions, although she wasn't half as good at dealing with them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]A male had joined the two women less than a moment later. The brunette had effortlessly eased into the group. He introduced himself with the addition of an undoubtedly captivating smile. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"I'm Arlen, easy on the Pinball Princess." [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] Perhaps Mette would have been intrigued. However, his playful taunt caused her great distraction. She folded her arms and rested her hip against the machine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]Princess?[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]"The name's Mette." [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]She corrected and laid great emphasis on her name. The blonde was evidently peeved by the appearance of her hostile body language. Ella, however, had begun to make pleasantries with the blue eyed boy when Axelle posed a confounding question. What he does? In spite of Mette being puzzled, Arlen seemingly understood completely.[/SIZE]

"I'll be the gentlemen and go first. My skin can't be broken by ordinary kitchen knives, you need steel to cut it."

Mette arched a brow. The statement had caught her off guard. It had seemed so spontaneous and unprompted. "If you got a pocket knife go for it." The girl scoffed at his invitation. She was bemused by the claim. If Arlen had intended for his first impression to be strange then he was on the right path. She had doubted that admitting to false supernatural abilities was what Axelle had expected him to answer. Nevertheless, Mette was in for another surprise. Without any sign of hesitance or thought, Axelle retrieved a silver butterfly knife out of her pocket. The convenience was unsettling. "Lucky for you, I'm the steel knife-carrying sort." and in a split second she had gripped his hand, swiftly slicing through the skin on his palm.

"-...crazy!"

[SIZE= 11px]Mette had intended[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] to say 'you're crazy' but she had blanked on her [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]English due to the shock. She was horrified and staring straight at Axelle in alarm. [/SIZE] However, Axelle appeared to be observing the wound she had just created. It had healed in a fleeting moment. Mette's mind was racing. Her main [SIZE= 11px]thought being:[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] oh god, I should've stayed in Norway[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]. Unfortunately, there would be more of the impossible she had to comprehend.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]"Faen!" [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]The blonde gasped. A pair of tremendous golden wings sprouted from Axelle's back. Their structure was impeccable. They were so extensive that they doubled the length of the pink-haired girl who bore them. Mette gaped at the inconceivable vision before her. She covered her mouth as she stared. There was a nauseating feeling that spread in the pit of her stomach. She found it impossible to believe in what had occurred. It was unnatural and illogical. Mette could not comprehend the illogical. Her family had become petrified stone statues that were locked away in her greenhouse and Mette had only [/SIZE]just[SIZE= 11px] learned to accept that. You would think that her rock family would make this easier to fathom, but she couldn't. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"Please tell me that you're seeing this too?" [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]Mette implored. She practically begged Maddox, Ella and Arlen to say something. Anything. Anything to assure her that she hadn't been drugged or something.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 11px]Arlen granted her some affirmation with his remark. Though he appeared so abnormally casual that it brought her greater concern. Mette edged back from the others in the game room, overwhelmed. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]"I- I need some air..."[/SIZE][SIZE= 11px] She stuttered and in a flash she was out the door.[/SIZE]

diwa · Jan 23, 2017

[SIZE= 20px][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Isabelle Travis [/COLOR][/SIZE]

Helen of Troy

'The Beauty that Launched a Thousand Ships'

GUILD: [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]N/A[/COLOR] ||SCENARIO: [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Eerr. Okay? [/COLOR]LOCATION: [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Ballroom[/COLOR] ||WITH: [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Fran[/COLOR] @PixieDust [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Ara[/COLOR] @Uxie

||MENTIONS: N/A ||WEARING: this

Her hands moves automatically, as if they have a mind of their own. Her fingers tickled the ivory keys continuously like how she was taught when she was a kid. The piece was never her first choice but it was her father's favorite and she was already getting kind of homesick. As she played, Isabelle wasn't quite sure whether or not her parents, especially her father, will be proud or slightly horrified. Her fingers were rusty from years of not playing the piano. Five years to be exact. She stopped playing since her sister died. After all, Isabelle still felt like it was her fault. If it wasn't for her and her recital, Charlotte shouldn't be in a car. But then, she's playing again after quite some time. Playing the piano is her passion, apart from photography, it was the only thing that actually makes her happy. Music is the only things that can keep away Isabelle's reality. When she stopped playing after the accident happened, she engrossed herself with photography and reading just to distract herself. Listening to music with full volume on drowns the sound of the voice of her demon inside too. Isabelle rather go deaf than hear that voice again and again. The torments and mockery of Charlotte was enough to drive her to the edge and somehow, music helps to keep her quiet.

After a couple of slight off keys, Isabelle managed to play the piece with the right justice. Now, she was slightly thankful for getting lost. Isabelle was too enthralled and absorbed by her playing that she hardly noticed that someone was already in the room with her. IF not for the crash and tumble, Isabelle will still be lost in her own little world.

[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]"I'm alright. Do go on." [/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]A girl's voice with a British accent literally stumbled at the door, Isabelle immediately stopped playing and her eyes darted at her direction. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Oh my gods..." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]she whispered quietly as she stood up in a hurry. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Are you alright?" [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]Isabelle asked out loud, it was rather a little stupid seeing that the other girl fell. Despite of what she said, Isabelle went to her and helped her up. Respecting the boundaries the other girl silently ask, she stepped back and smiled. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"I'm truly sorry if I disturbed you, I knew I should've closed the lid." [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]Isabelle smiled apologetically. Not knowing what else to do, she walks back and sit in front of the piano. A blush crept on her face as she continued playing, the girl said to go on, and play is what Isabelle did. It was at least she could do for the other girl's trouble.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)]Isabelle continued the piece, her eyes were looking back at the girl incase that she fell again and she knew it was silly to think that way. She was nearing at the end part when another girl entered the ballroom. But unlike the first one, the girl walked in with grace. Like she was dancing at her every step. Apparently, the girl is actually dancing. Knowing other piece that is apt for dancing, she slowly shifted the keys, and started doing another, the Grande Valse Brillante. Another one of Chopin, it was a piece she practiced everyday for three months when she was ten since she wanted it to be her gift for her parent's anniversary. Ever since then, it was the piece frequently requested by them. Unlike the first one, Isabelle played the piece flawlessly and with precision. A smile was drawn on her face, it was a shy smile, but it is a smile nonetheless. [/COLOR]

ms marigold · Jan 23, 2017

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“Drama queen.” Axelle scoffed as Arlen left the room in an apparent huff. “Don’t issue challenges if you’re not prepared to have them met.”

“Your party trick is substantially flashier than most.” Ella pointed out, recalling the way the blonde girl abandoned the pinball machine in favour of almost running from the room.

“Expect the unexpected.” She shrugged, unbothered. “At any rate, I’m starving.” Without too much more fuss she dematerialised the wings as if they had never been there at all.

“We had lunch only about an hour ago.” Ella said but it wasn’t an argument, she had a theory that Axelle could eat until there was no more food left in the world if she was allowed to. Bearing this in mind it wasn’t the least bit surprising when Axelle paused in the hallway.

“Do you smell that?” Ella raised an eyebrow but before she could say anything snarky about the vagueness of the question, Axelle was walking purposefully down the corridor until she reached a door, slightly ajar. “Oh, que c’est exquis!” As they entered what they discovered to be a kitchen they encountered a guy removing a cake from one of the ovens.

“Hello,” Ella greeted him, “I’m Ella and this is Axelle.”

“Ella, I may have to replace you as my platonic soulmate because that cake smells like heaven.”

“Honestly, one would think you’d been starved.” Ella rolled her eyes fondly. “I’m not hungry, but I could use a drink, come up to the bar when you’ve finished accosting this innocent bystander.”

“Of course, hoard a bottle of whiskey for me?”

“It’s hardly going to get finished before you get there but I will anyway.” Ella laughed, “Are you aware that you’re a functional alcoholic?”

“I have to take advantage of my youth, day drinking’s only cute when you are, after all.” With that last pearl of wisdom Ella disappeared out of the kitchen.

“In case you didn’t catch it, I’m Axelle, and if you don’t mind I would love some of that cake you just baked.”

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When Ella arrived at the bar it appeared a party was already picking up. There was a girl on the karaoke stage finishing up a P!nk song and several other people sitting by the bar. She recognised Arlen but decided to steer clear of him for the moment. Instead she chose the seat next to a pretty blonde who was scowling into a near-empty glass. She signalled the bartender with a small wave.

“Tequila, Mezcal, if you have it. And a refill for her.” She offered the girl a wry little smile as the bartender went off to fetch their drinks. Ella was restless, they hadn’t been on the ship long and already it felt like forever, she’s been anticipating and lowering her expectations and then anticipating again since the letter arrived and the time had seemed to drag by. All she wanted was to get to the island and get some answers finally. However, she thought as her tequila was set in front of her, she should at least attempt to enjoy the time on this unreasonably lavish cruise ship. Gracefully she lifted her sweater over her head which, up until that point had been obscuring the constellation tattoos that littered her skin like freckles. Now a map of the night sky was on display across the newly exposed parts of her body, some glinting occasionally as if metallic.

AnimeGenork · Jan 24, 2017

Avril Cavallon
a.k.a. Harmonia

Guild: n/a II Scenario: What'cha doing? II Location: The Boat II With: Angelo @Knockoff Cleopatra II Mentions: Angelo @Knockoff Cleopatra II Oufit: This

To Avril, the salty sea air was refreshing. Considering she'd never left the country, this was quite the adventure for her. With a girlish sigh, she murmured, "C'est magnifique!" Though she missed her aunt Coralie, she knew that going to this strange school was the only way she could learn about her strange power to calm people down...not to mention her odd tattoo-like birthmark. But what to do while she waited to arrive? Digging through her shoulder bag, she found her mother's old sketchbook. Her already cheerful smile softened into something more wistful. That's right. She'd packed this so she'd have a part of her parents with her.

Spotting a map on a nearby wall, Avril reached up and gripped her necklace with the silver "A" charm that her parents got her when she was eleven. Despite having had it for a decade now, the silver still glinted in the light. Her hazel eyes scanned the map, landing on the botanical gardens. "Des fleurs," she breathed, possibly even more excited than she had been before. If there was anything she loved more than school, it was flowers. Turning in the direction the map indicated, she flounced off down the hallway, her mother's sketchbook in hand.

It took a while, but she eventually reached the botanical gardens. She was in awe from the moment she stepped inside, gazing around at all the fauna surrounding her. All her life, she'd been surrounded by the glamour that came with being the daughter of a fashion designer, but she'd always favored the beauty of the natural world. Reaching into her bag again, she found a pen, and subsequently swept her ponytail over one shoulder. Avril took a deep breath, letting the different scents of all the plants mingle together. As she continued down the path leading through the room, she let her gaze travel all around, the atmosphere inspiring her for some new designs.

That was when she saw a boy.

He had curly brown hair tied back in a ponytail, and his brown eyes were downcast in concentration. Similar to Avril, he had a notebook propped open on his lap with a pen in hand. Avril didn't want to disturb him, since he looked so peaceful, but at the same time, shouldn't she try her best to make friends with the others who were going to this university? She was a bit rusty, having lost touch with her friendliness in favor of her coursework at her university, but once she got started, she'd probably be able to reconnect with it.

Approaching the boy slowly, she called out politely, "Hello. Would I be bothering you if I sat with you?" Avril held up her sketchbook as a means of explanation, smiling kindly at this stranger. He seemed to be younger than her, which immediately awakened her inborn urge to hug him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about him just seemed so...sad, in a way. She could be wrong, though. After all, she waited to get to know a person before making any sort of judgement call about them, no matter what first impression they gave.

Avril tilted her head, her smile softening as she continued to look at the boy. Maybe he'd be her first friend on this boat. Only time would tell.

TwistedTruth · Jan 24, 2017

Arlen Maren Hearthe

Kronos

Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia Ship ; Bar || Scenario: Well that's over. || With: @PixieDust @crucialstar @Knockoff Cleopatra || Mentions: N/A

"Aha, so you're the indoors type. Not my thing but whatever floats your boat I guess." 'Well I wouldn't say indoors type' Arlen thought to himself a little hurt she had just categorized him like that. He didn't much like the indoors but there wasn't much to do 'outdoors' on a boat. Arlen hadn't exactly found a garden or anywhere he could sit down and relax. He meant to shrug it off but he retorted quicker then intentional. "Don't exactly see how we can go hiking on a boat, but sure." Despite his comment the girl took his hand and she seemed to zone out for a second as she looked at the karaoke stage. the singer sounded familiar, Arlen didn't know the name but he was sure he had heard her on the radio before.

So this boat has more then just famous actresses? Interesting. Arlen made quick note of the singer as Eva let go of his hand.

"Feel free to ditch whenever you'd like Arlen. I may be here a while." Arlen got caught in her stare for a second too long and she was already up and talking to the brunettes at the karaoke mic. He had just opened his mouth to reply when she was gone. He longed to know more about her but Eva was nothing more then a pretty face and a name. He did his best not to linger. Something felt inviting about her and he enjoyed that; however, Inviting isn't always a good thing. Enjoyably or not. He took a moment to swallow his pride and walked away. She seemed tipsy and she was enjoying herself. He wouldn't be the stranger to ruin her afternoon.

His attention instead turned to giving a second look around the bar and his eyes caught the metallic twinkle of Ella's tattoos. Something he had not been able to see moments earlier.

He pondered weather or not it was appropriate to drop in on their conversation or not. The two girls seemed to be rather calm and Arlen already had a half run in with Ella. He needed to make contact with a male. Everyone on this damned boat seemed to be female. Not like that's a problem though.

Arlen was stuck pondering. Go find someone else to network, Wait for Eva and see where that leads me or Go finish up and clear his bases with Ella. So he did what any rational person would do and became indecisive. Deciding to pull up a chair at the bar again and see which option would make itself clear. Life always had a way of doing that sort of thing.

stellar.nova · Jan 28, 2017

"I would give anything to feel more than nothing."

Clodagh O'Sullivan

Hecate

Guild: N/A
Location: In the arms of a stranger.
Scenario: Well, thrilling indeed.
With: Adrian deer ; Dani Uxie ; Alex diwa , Skylie AnimeGenork
Mentions: N/A
Wearing: This

Sadly, Clodagh was not aware of her surroundings when she was pulled from the water, she did not witness the magnificence of her savior, nor did she have the chance to relish in the warm sunlight when she was brought out of the water. All she knew was the black of an unconscious mind, which truly was not very thrilling. In fact, it was rather boring, and she would have said so had she been aware of it. However, when she did come to consciousness, she felt her chest being pressed on, which hurt like you wouldn't believe, but she was more focused on the fact that she couldn't breathe. It felt like her lungs were so full that they couldn't hold anything else, but she couldn't make herself exhale.

And then, she felt the soft press of lips against hers, more of a kiss really. That is, until she felt the lips blow air into her. "Please. Sleeping beauty, wake up. We haven't been formally introduced. There's so much I wanted to know about you. You can't be dead." It was then that she finally began to cough, and as she did, she felt whatever was filling her lungs dislodge. When she felt the water enter her mouth and trickle down onto the ground beneath her, she finally remembered what had happened. She had drowned. Willingly. Stupid idea, really. But her mind was more focused on the sweet, sensual voice that she had heard. It was dripped with concern, but that didn't mean it was any less sultry or attractive. And he had called her Sleeping Beauty? How charming...but it was interesting to know that the only reason he wanted her to wake up was because he wanted to get to know her. Well, perhaps he shouldn't have pushed her off the boat.

She tried her damnedest to show a flicker of a smile, but she couldn't make it work. Instead, she moved onto attempting to open her eyes, but that didn't seem to be working either. Damn! She would give anything to see the face that belonged to that gorgeous voice.

It was then that another voice piped up. "She's going to be fine." Ohhhh, this voice was just as attractive as the first. And this voice had fingers that started pressing into her- he shouldn't be doing that. She couldn't provide for him in this state. This was purely one-sided. "Well, nothing is broken or dislocated." Oh, so that is what he was doing. Hm. Disappointing. She was a touch less excited as he started feeling around her ribcage, but his hands were warm and soft, so she could find nothing to complain about...other than he was being too gentle. "She will probably have a headache, but that could be remedied." Oh, she did have a headache. Funny that she hadn't noticed it before he mentioned it. Honestly, she was too wrapped up in listening to them and trying to open her eyes to see the men that these voices belonged to.

As she was having these thoughts, she felt herself being picked up and wrapped in a soft towel. It must have been the handsy one, because his body was incredibly warm, just like his hands. And then, ever so gently, she felt his lips press softly against her temple. Oh, she was getting all sorts of affection right now, shame she couldn't see where they were coming from. "Do you know where is the infirmary?" The infirmary? Oh hell no! Finally, she got her eyes to open and found herself staring directly at the face of the man who held her in his arms. Her eyes then widened and she felt her heartbeat speed up ever so slightly...yes she could get aroused that easily. But, honestly, this man was delectable.

"I..." she tried to speak, but found it rather hard. However, she was going to push through. "I don't need the infirmary."

stellar.nova · Jan 28, 2017

"Sing like the birds, my love, sing like the birds."

Maddox Davis

Theseus

Guild: N/A
Location: Game Room.
Scenario: What the heck?
With: Mette mxlly Ella & Axelle ms marigold ; Arlen TwistedTruth
Mentions: N/A
Wearing: TBA

Dax studied the pretty girl before him, analyzing her expression before she answered him. "I guess I should show it a little mercy." Woah! What a gorgeous accent! He couldn't place it, though, so he added that to a mental list of what to ask her later. He offered her a small chuckle and a shrug in response and watched in relief as her gameplay calmed down just a little bit. Of course, the metal ball fell between the bumpers and the game was over. "Hmph." His own eyes widened when she turned to him and he got an even better look at her appearance. Oh, she was absolutely gorgeous! At that, he couldn't help but let a grin splay across his face. "Perhaps we should give it a break. Up to challenge me at air hockey?"

Oh boy! Was he? Hell yeah, he was! Playing air hockey was definitely one of his favorite pastimes, and of course, he was good at it. And playing it with a pretty girl wouldn't be so bad either. If he could help relieve her stress, then that was just icing on the cake, right? He was just about to answer with an ecstatic yes when they were interrupted by two girls who approached them. One clearly did all the talking, seeing as the brunette seemed to hang back just a little and didn't even bother to introduce her own self. The pink-haired girl, however, smiled a wide smile that bordered on intimidating and spoke in an accent that Dax could only identify as French. "Hey. I'm Axelle, this is Ella."

"Uh. Hey, how's it goin'? I'm-" He was cut off as yet another person joined the group, cutting in effortlessly. Maddox's eyes narrowed at the newcomer, rather annoyed that his fun and flirtation had been interrupted.

"I'm Arlen, easy on the Pinball Princess." Princess? With a sharp glance at the blonde, he could tell that he was just as annoyed with the endearment as she was.

Dax rolled his eyes and looked directly at Arlen, ready to jump at the chance to defend this girl. "Princess? Just who do you think-" Just then, the blonde herself cut in with her own angry tone. Apparently, Pinball girl could handle her own.

"The name's Mette."

Mette, huh? What an interesting name. Not a bad interesting, definitely good. It was unique and beautiful just like she seemed to be. He was pulled out of his reverie when the pink-haired girl and the guy started fighting, blades were drawn, and that wasn't even the most terrifying part. Suddenly the pink-haired girl, Axelle, he remembered now, has wings sprouting from her back. Dax pressed himself against the machine behind him, accidently hitting some buttons as he did. His eyes were wide as he took in the scene. He had figured everyone her was going to be special...but he hadn't thought this qualified. This girl was a straight up superhero...or villain. Whichever. He couldn't decide yet.

"Please tell me that you're seeing this too?"

"Oh yeah. I'm definitely seeing it." He pulled his gaze away from the scene just enough to latch his gaze onto the blonde. Instead of seeing her next to him, he saw her making her escape from the room. Not even thinking twice, he chased ofter her. He even tolerated her shutting the door in his face, after all, she couldn't know that he was following her. So he opened the door and called after her. "Wait! Uh! Mette? That's your name right?"

deer · Jan 28, 2017

THE MUSE OF MUSIC AND MELANCHOLIC POETRY

Guild: N/A | Scenario: "Oh, the music!" | Location: The Back Deck | With: Elijah @ScatteredStars | Mentions: N/A | Outfit: White Tank, Ripped Skinnies Jeans, Sneakers

Tapping her foot lightly on the floorboards of the deck as she closed her eyes, a soft smile graced Magdalena's face as she hummed lowly to herself. The calling of the seagulls, whispering of the light breeze, hum of the engine, and the splash of the waves was melodic to her ears. Her head bopped up and down slowly as she took in the wondrous nature all around her. However, she was out of reverie in minutes when a loud, piercing shrill scream echoed in the air. Her eyes opened widely as she winced at the ringing in her ears. Magdalena quickly swerved her head around, looking or rather, trying, to see what was the scream about, but to no avail. Furrowing her eyebrows, she felt something stir within her chest as she wondered if it was just her imagination. After a few moments, no more screams could be heard. Perhaps it was the warning bell inside her head speaking to her that she was standing too close to the railings and if she moved just a step more, she could have fallen. It must have been it.

Disregarding the recent shock she just had, Magdalena steadied her breathing and heart once more, shaking her head as she let out a small giggle, sighing. Look at her, getting stumped and scared at the smallest noise. What was it about being on the boat that spooked her so much? Maybe the fear was sinking in on the fact of what had happened to her parents. But, regardless, Magdalena swore to herself to not let that get in the way of her adventures. If the boat was bringing her to her destination, then how can she complain? It's not like her to not be grateful for the lift and transportation. Turning her body back around to look at the sea ahead of her, she took another deep breathe, placing her hands on the railing as she steadied her balance.

Magdalena wasn't going to lie about such a beautiful scenery ahead of her. It was definitely different to reading about boats than actually being on one. It was fresh, thrilling, and full of creativity and ideas, especially when it came to music that she could literally write pages and pages of. Perhaps she can call it the "Music of the Sea" or maybe something else. Nevertheless, as she sighed contently, staring at the vast sea, Magdalena closed her eyes once more. However, as she heard footsteps coming near her, Magdalena tilted her head to the side.

"Isn't this great? Just look out there. Aw man, is that an island? This is probably the coolest thing I've ever done. Hands down."

Fluttering her eyes open, Magdalena smiled softly, not turning to look at the male next to her. She listened to the rhythm of his tone, taking in his sound. With another hum, Magdalena nodded, "It really is great." She whispered wistfully as a wide smile surfaced her lips. Magdalena had expected to meet various people at the University, but she didn't think it would be soon! However, she welcomed company, especially if it helped keep her mind off of the idea of a boat. Taking a step back as she turned her body to face the male before her, she took in his image, wondering where he hailed from. With a flutter to her step, Magdalena put a foot step forward as well as her hand in greetings, "My name is Magdalena! It's nice to meet you. What's your name?" Her accent carried on as she couldn't contain her enthusiasm of meeting someone. Tilting her head to the side, Magdalena curiously asked," Is this your first time traveling? What else have you done? Oh! Where are you from?"

However, before Magdalena could ask more questions to her company, she picked up on a low tune of a piano playing within the boat. She gasped softly as she stood in her spot, staring ahead, or rather, through the male before her. Her lips curved up on the side as she spoke in surprise and happiness, "Do you hear that?" Magdalena asked, absentmindedly, though her body tingled at such beautiful music! It wasn't a surprise to her that she could hear the music from miles away when she had such good hearing. "Fantasie Impromptu!" Magdalena squealed in excitement as she ended up getting closer towards the male unconsciously as she longed to follow the music. Her feet were moving by herself as she was entranced to the rhythm. Although the tune was not perfect, it was raw and full of emotions, but when the piece stopped playing, Magdalena stood still. Blinking, not realizing she almost had forgotten where she was, Magdalena noticed she was a little closer to the male as her face flushed slightly. "O-oh, I am sorry! I. . heard music and I absolutely love music. You see." She chuckled nervously as she moved a strand of her behind her ears, fidgeting with her hands.

Could she not have been any more rude? To actually think of something else and not pay attention to the person in front of her? Nigel would have definitely scolded. Sighing to herself, Magdalena felt terrible for her behavior, however, before she could even apologize again, another tune played. But this time, it was precise and absolutely stunningly perfect. Not being able to contain her pure joy, knowing there were such talented and skilled people on the boat, Magdalena had to see who was playing such beautiful pieces, especially by Chopin! Biting her lips, Magdalena looked up to the male before her, "I . . um . . I was wondering, if you don't mind, since I would actually like to get to know you and not get as sidetracked, would you. . help me or come with me to find where that music was coming from?" However, realizing that she was perhaps, forcing herself onto him, especially having the audacity to ask him to accompany her when she had ignored him for a while due to the music, Magdalena quickly waved her hands in front of her, shaking her head, flustered, "I mean . . you don't have to! I don't want to force you to do anything, of course, I was not listening. . and. . and. . " She trailed off, mentally kicking herself at the chance of actually being able to make her first friend on this adventure.

PixieDust · Jan 29, 2017

~Goddess of Love and Beauty~

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Gareth had just finished waiting for the cake to bake and as he pulled the tray out of the oven, a look of satisfaction spread across his features. It had turned out as by far the best looking banana cake he had ever baked. He only wished his mum and Colin were here to taste it, and of course that the cake tasted as good as it looked. Apparently his cake had attracted company, because before he could place down the tray on a work surface, two girls appeared at the door, one with striking pink hair and a formidable demeanour and the other a brunette who seemed much more demure, though he also got the impression that she was not the image of perfect purity she appeared to be. Through his uncanny perceptive abilities, he gaged that the pair were nice enough, however and his guard was down.

"Hello, I'm Ella and this is Axelle," the brunette introduced. Gareth was pleasantly surprised to hear the accent of a fellow English person, by the sounds of it, she was more likely from the West End of London, Kensington maybe. At any rate, she was much posher than this Croydon born lad. He gave a small nod of greeting, feeling slightly awkward that he had to make more small talk and keeping the tray of cake in his hand as a sort of social crutch.

"Hi," was all he could manage at the moment.

“Ella, I may have to replace you as my platonic soulmate because that cake smells like heaven.” The pink haired girl said. Gareth blushed and looked down at the golden brown cake with the tiniest hint of pride. He listened as they had a back and forth about alcohol and accosting innocent bystanders. It became apparent to him that the pink haired girl was French. Her accent was pleasant to listen too if a tad caustic at times. The platonic love between the girls was wonderful to be around. It had always struck him as odd, but he had always been able to 'feel' any emotion fuelled by love in a room. There's was something like a light breeze, very close and charming. After a while the brunette Ella had left them. He waved to her with one hand, the tray balancing precariously in the other.

“In case you didn’t catch it, I’m Axelle, and if you don’t mind I would love some of that cake you just baked.” Gareth gave her a small smile, placed the tray on the work top and addressed her.

"Je vous remercie. Je suis Gareth. N'hésitez pas à avoir un morceau de gâteau," The fact that he had just answered her in her native tongue barely registered with Gareth. He had seemingly always been able to speak, write and understand French perfectly. He had discovered this when he had made friends with a girl from Guadeloupe who had started going to his primary school. It had simply happened. He had been just as astonished as she was.

PixieDust · Jan 29, 2017

~Titan of Strength~

GUILD: n/a ||SCENARIO: Love Hurts||LOCATION: The Boat to Olympia: The Gym||WITH: ...||MENTIONS:[COLOR= rgb(221, 160, 221)] [/COLOR]...

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Jesse felt a boost in adrenaline as sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes. His gaze and strength was fixed on the punching bag in front of him as he took deft swings at it. He didn't even want to be at this bloody university, but if he had to waste a year or two he would at least get in a work out when he could. Jesse had long decided he wasn't a fan of boats. Ever since he'd stepped on board. And what sort of university had it's own cruise ship sized boat for Burns' sake? God if his mum knew about the extravagant measures this place was using to fill their quota and get arses on seats, she'd have a word or two to say. He winced noticeably at the thought of his dear old mum. It hurt too much to think of her, and how the last time he had seen her three days ago she had not recognised him at all. The conversation was ringing in his head loud and clear as he struck the punch bags with more and more force. The blank look on her face as he told her about his upcoming journey to Parthena Olympia and that he had experimented with cooking Haggis for Burns' night but failed completely at it. The moment she had interrupted him to ask who he was and the sinking in his stomach as he had to reintroduce himself as her son.

"Mum, it's me...Jesse. I'm your son," he had said, calmly and holding back his tears. She had asked the question so innocently, with such unfamiliarity and with a tone that suggested they were complete strangers. It always made him sick to his stomach to think about.

He would never get used to that no matter how many times he visited her at the home. He felt guilty and enraged that he was here and not taking care of her like a man was supposed to, but even he had to admit that it had become too much for him in recent years. He had been so engrossed in venting his frustration and taking it out on the now almost destroyed punching bag, that he had not noticed the tears forming in his eyes.

"Shit!" He swore loudly, angry at his show of vulnerability. He hoped to God no one saw. He took another strike at the punch bag which was on its last leg, completely absorbed in its punishment for life's unfairness.

AnimeGenork · Jan 30, 2017

Ivy St. Clair
a.k.a. Thalia (Muse of Comedy)

Guild: n/a II Scenario: How drunk are they? II Location: The Boat II With: Arlen @TwistedTruth, Cameron @TheWeirdPhilosopher II Mentions: Ella @Knockoff Cleopatra, Dilara @crucialstar, Cameron @TheWeirdPhilosopher, Erika @TheWeirdPhilosopher, Arlen @TwistedTruth, Eva @PixieDust II Outfit: This

It was quite hard for Ivy to choose a place with a decent audience to test her jokes out on. Maybe it was the fact that everyone on this boat was a stranger to her, or maybe it was just that she couldn't find the right opening line for her entrance into a conversation. Not to mention that every room she passed was either empty or occupied by multiple people already engaged in conversation. Sighing, Ivy put her hands on her hips and tilted her head thoughtfully. There was a bar on the map... I don't drink, but maybe they'd all want a joke or two? That thought firmly in mind, she turned toward the bar.

In all honesty, Ivy had expected more people to be in the bar than there were. A girl with dark brown hair sat with a blond whose face seemed twisted in a scowl, an empty glass in front of her. She could use a joke, Ivy thought, her dark brown eyes continuing to scan the crowd. Another brunette sat alone at the bar, staring after a black-haired girl--presumably an acquaintance or friend--who had just finished singing a P!nk song. Just down the bar, a man sat, his eyes on the model pretty girl who had just approached the stage. As Ivy stood there pondering which joke to tell, she shrugged to herself, a joke firmly set in place.

Setting her sights on the man, who by far seemed the loneliest of all the people present, Ivy tightened her ponytail and walked over to him, sitting right smack dab in the middle of him and the other lonely person, the aforementioned second brunette. Leaning her elbows back on the counter and looking at no one in particular, she broke out her favorite bar joke: "The past, present, and future walk into a bar." Pursing her lips, she paused, wanting to let it sink in that she was telling a joke. Then she said the punchline, enunciating each word with a distinct tone of disinterest: "It was tense."

She allowed them a few seconds to digest the joke, honestly unsure if they would find it funny or amusing or just plain lame. By now, she was used to the mixed reactions. Ivy tended to work better in stand up then in classic jokes you told in social settings. But if she wanted to be a comedian, she'd have to learn how to broaden her humor horizons, so to speak. Glancing at the apparent karaoke party, she tilted her head in the girls' direction. "So, how drunk are they, exactly? And would two happen to have anything to do with it?" She punctuated her words with a teasing smirk. Though she didn't know flirting, she was quite acquainted with casual banter.

Looking more closely at the two people she'd just struck up a conversation with, she noticed the man seemed a bit more relaxed than you would expect for someone going to a mysterious university like the one the boat was bound for. At the same time, though, he also seemed quite thoughtful. Maybe from his conversation with the pretty girl who was now at the stage? Ivy's eyes shifted to take in the brunette beside her. It wasn't that she was angry, but she seemed a little miffed about something. Her conversation with the supposed acquaintance had probably been calming her down. Hopefully, Ivy thought, I won't say something that will make her mad again.

The profiling had begun. And thus, Ivy had found two guinea pigs for her plethora of bar jokes.

stellar.nova · Jan 31, 2017

"The world is terrifying, but there are small things that make it the most beautiful place in existence."

Ekaterina Romanov

Calypso

Guild: N/A
Location: Game Room
Scenario: He is right...
With: Arte Seraph Darkfire
Mentions: N/A
Wearing: This

Ekaterina was mesmerized with how effortlessly Arte's fingers moved to complete the drawing, and she looked on with curious eyes. "You should never go without something to work on." Well, she had to admit, he was right. It was her own fault that she hadn't brought a thing to work with, but in her defence, she hadn't thought there would be a chance. Still, she begrudgingly thought of the small sketchbook that was situated at the bottom of her duffel bag that could be found in the keep. Her eyes caught onto his hands as Arte gestured to the toolbelt that hung around his hips."It is not everything use, but I always keep a small amount of tools to work on, knives, pencils, both regular and colored. If it wasn't for the fact that I wasn't allowed to bring a block of marble onto the ship, I wouldn't even be here drawing, I'd most likely be down in the hold, carving." Carving? Oh! That really caught her attention.

"Carving?"

It was a simple inquiry that was soon proved unimportant as her conversation partner continued to speak."I had to get a special permit to have the objects of my workshop to the school, most of which are rather fragile and highly volatile." Volatile!? Just what kind of guy was he anyhow? She didn't have too much time to ponder that before his next statement caught her completely off-guard. "Obviously you can't paint people, you don't trust them." Katy's eyes opened wide, as did her mouth as she emitted a small gasp of surprise. Almost immediately, she went into a defensive state.

"Excuse me, I have absolu-" She was cut off by his next words, granted, she hadn't been speaking very loud anyway because confrontation made her incredibly nervous.

"If you can't open your heart to people, they can't enter your artwork." She exhaled, not even realizing that she had been holding her breath, and let her shoulders fall from their tense position as she realized that he wasn't intending to attack her. Merely to make an observation, a correct one at that. She watched his movements as he tapped the base of his pencil on his chest."What makes Art truly great is the feelings you have for what you are making, you must be willing to give everything to your subject and your work, even if it may destroy you. Landscapes don't judge you, don't stare into your soul, seeking your weaknesses, they are mighty and majestic and always fill your heart. They bear no ill will, there is nothing to hide from." Well, he wasn't wrong. In fact, his words were almost comforting, and almost did make her want to trust people more.

Even more strange was the soft fluttering of her heart when he smiled that small smile. She felt her cheeks heat up just a touch and knew that they were a shade of rosy pink. "I don't believe I got your name. May I know it?"

Seraph Darkfire · Jan 31, 2017

Arte MestiereDaedalus
Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Game Room || Scenario: She'd be nice to draw. || With: Ekaterina @Starfish || Mentions: N/A

Arte looked at her and his small smile turned into a bright one as she asked him for his name. If there was one thing he loved more than art, it was his parents and he was very proud of his family name, as well as the name he'd been given "Arte Mestiere" he said, a deep warmth in his voice that wasn't even there when he spoke about artwork. For him, his parents were the most important people in his life. Without them raising him and letting him find his own way, he would have never ended up the man he was at this moment. Talking about his parents was an even more effective method to distract him than talking about artwork.

It was because of this that he finally got a proper look at the young woman in front of him, as a person first, then as an art subject 'She is certainly pretty, that shy sweetness is like poison to lesser men' he thought to himself 'She'd be nice to draw, or even sculpt' he wondered if she'd be willing to pose for him. Strangely enough, this was quite a compliment on his part, he rarely had the patience to put up with people moving while he sculpted. It was different from drawing, he required stillness when he sculpted. A person would have to stand or sit still for hours, often in his pose of choice. He'd gotten his parents to pose only once and they claimed that they never wanted to do it again, despite his work turning out beautiful.

Thinking of his parents, he was reminded of his mother's attempts to get him to bring a girl home the next time he visited. Looking at Ekaterina, a strange warmth blossomed in his chest before his mind shifted gears once more "Speaking of names, I should apologize, I was rude and didn't ask for yours either" the concept of falling in love, getting married, and having children had only rarely crossed his mind, usually when his mother mentioned it. Most of the time he didn't think about such things.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Ekaterina had done something very special, she'd gotten him to stop thinking about art for a single moment.

Ritzy · Jan 31, 2017

Victor Reed

Dionysus

Place: Bar

With: Gilligan, The Professor, Mary Ann, and the Movie Star @TwistedTruth, @PixieDust, @TheWeirdPhilosopher

Time: Does it matter?

Scene: Red Ranger Activate!

Vic sat at the prow of the ship, idly drinking, when he heard the long sucking sound that indicated that there was no more to be had. He sighed. Damn it. He looked in his pouch for the map and discovered that there was a bar...good...yes...good.

He was attracting some odd stares as he descended, but any one of them could be on his brother's payroll, and why the hell was he the only Special with the common sense to wear a costume? He sighed at the kids. They really needed to learn how much the world would hate them.

Arriving at the bar, the bartender looked at him in confusion. "I'll take a bottle of your best wine." "Not dressed like that you're not." The bartender said. "You're probably already drunk." "I'll have you know, this was made from the best alloys and fiber meshes available!" Victor protested. "It's better than what soldiers wear!" "Cosplay somewhere else kid. I have work to do." "Fine." Victor grumbled. "Can I have an empty bottle filled with water then?" The bartender sighed. "Sure kid. Here's an empty bottle of vodka." Victor smiled as he took it. He felt the headache come on and the bottle turned red. He took a sip. "A rose this time?" I would have preferred a Cabernet." He heard the soundings of a party. He took a long straw and held it into the induction port and started sipping. "Kareoke?" He interjected. "I'd like to join that game." He said and his visor came up with a winking emote.

stellar.nova · Feb 1, 2017

"The world is terrifying, but there are small things that make it the most beautiful place in existence."

Ekaterina Romanov

Calypso

Guild: N/A
Location: Game Room
Scenario: He is right...
With: Arte Seraph Darkfire
Mentions: N/A
Wearing: This

Ekaterina awaited his response all too eagerly, and yet there seemed to be an air of apprehension about her. As if even asking for one's name was forming a bond that she was wary of. However, she was pushing through it, as she was genuinely curious to know more about this wonderful artist. "Arte Mestiere"

She had a sharp intake of breath and her eyes grew wide before a large smile was plastered on her face. "How fitting! It must have been destiny for you to become an artist!" She did not notice how he studied her, or even stop to think that he might be having the thoughts that he was having.

"Speaking of names, I should apologize, I was rude and didn't ask for yours either."

"Rude? No, no. Think nothing of it. My name is Ekaterina Romanov." Her thick Russian accent showed its colors even more when she said her name. "Though you may call me Kat, Katy, Katya, Rina, or any variation thereof. The children back in Moscow had many names for me." She paused after saying that and cocked her head to the side. "Where do you hail from?"

Seraph Darkfire · Feb 1, 2017

Arte MestiereDaedalusGuild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Game Room || Scenario: World of Art. || With: Ekaterina @Starfish || Mentions: N/A

"My parents once told me that from the moment I was born, I seemed inclined towards the arts, naming me Arte was something simple" he chuckled softly before he listened to her speak her name, as well as the variations that he could call her by. At the time, he had the thought that her name would be a good thing to draw. There were many interesting names and he'd always believed that a name had just a much artistic value as the person themselves. For him, a name was a very big deal, it included both the traits the parents wanted their child to have, and the dreams they had for the child.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the question towards where he'd come from "Everywhere" he responded "I was originally born in Italy, but we didn't stay there longer than five years, most of the time I was traveling with my parents around the world while they were working" he gave a soft sigh "Egypt, Rome, England, America, China, Japan" his eyes sparkled with light as he spoke of the places he'd been "All countries, all the art I could reach. Architectural and scientific" while his parents had worked, he had studied what he could. Even after leaving them as an adult, he'd still explored and absorbed all that he could get.

For him, he got the greatest pleasure out of seeing and experiencing the world through the art of others. The inspiration he received only help further his world of art. One day, when he was old and close to death, his final creation would encompass all of his life's experiences.

"Antarctica is the only continent I have not been on" he said "One day I will though," a flicker of mischief passed through his eyes "and I will carve art into that pristine canvas"

Uxie · Feb 3, 2017

psyche ; greek goddess of the soul

guild: n/a || location: ship

feelings: flipping her shit still

interactions: @crucialstar (adrian) @Starfish (clo) @AnimeGenork (skylie) @TheTraveller (xander) || mentions: @Knockoff Cleopatra (mali)

Dani glanced at the blonde who'd just showed up to the party, his pretty eyes calming her for a brief moment before he spoke to her, in a rather reprimanding tone, that caused her face to flush bright red. "I-" she stuttered out a word and looked around helplessly, her brain still in a fuddle after all that'd happened. Her eyes searched around the deck, and she took a step forward to drop down to the deck level when a girl raced past her, weaving through the crowd, leaping onto the platform and diving into the water. Dani let out a high-pitched shriek once more, and scurried over to the edge, glancing down. One could only see the waves churning and smashing against the ship, and Dani felt her heart sink. There was no possible way she could've-

Her eyes widened as a head of blonde hair emerged, hauling a bright red behind her, and she watched in amazement as she seemed to form a ladder of some sort out of ... water droplets? It seemed to shine faintly in the sun, and as the blonde girl dragged the redhead onto the platform, she caught a brief side of some colour near her heart. It was a bright rainbow, with a brief glint of greyish white, and Dani blinked a few times more and the shades had gone. She felt herself being shifted gently to the right, and she snapped out of her little "hallucination", focusing on the situation at hand. Miss Hero turned, and with a casual yet blunt voice, "I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it." Dani flinched subtly at the cruel truth in her words, and her face was red once more. She didn't have much time to ponder the statement, however, as her attention was pulled back to the redhead. Her heart pounded as she worried for the girl's life, but she couldn't be of much help, honestly, and she watched passively as the handsome murderer attempted to save the girl's life. A voice in the back of her mind pointed out the irony but she dismissed the thought without much consideration.

The fleeting thought that the redhead was dead crossed her mind when she heard the desperation and concern in the culprit's voice, but when the redhead began coughing and the sunny blonde man from before stepped over with such confidence Dani was sure he was some sort of doctor, she let her shoulders slump, relaxing ever so slightly. She observed the redhead quietly, a look of intense concern plastered so obviously on her face there was no doubt she was still a mess inside. Sunny Jim picked her up with gentle arms, and an image of her being held like that popped up in her brain, and Dani cursed silently at herself for thinking of such things when a girl was in critical condition. She was terrible. "Do you know where is the infirmary?" Dani perked up at that. Finally, something she could be of use for!

"There was a sign I saw on my way here, I think it said it was down the hallway and 'round the right corner-" She was cut off abruptly by the redhead as her eyes flitted open. Her entire focus shifted towards her immediately, and she said, "Ohmigod, are you okay?" Dani cringed at the ridiculous question, adding nervously, "Well you wouldn't be, but how're you feeling?" She looked at her with concern, then noticed a staff member approaching purposefully.

"I heard that someone got hurt?" Dani hesitated a moment, glancing at the redhead before shooting him a small grateful smile and shaking her head. "I think we're fine here. Thank you." He cast a wary glance at the redhead wrapped in the towel, but left without much reluctance, and the Canadian girl turned her attention back to the Irish.

AnimeGenork · Feb 3, 2017

Skylie Dyer
a.k.a. Iris

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Stupid Perverts... II Location: The Boat II With: Clodagh @Starfish Adrian @crucialstar Danielle @Uxie Alexander @TheTraveller Mali @Knockoff Cleopatra II Mentions: Clodagh @Starfish Adrian @crucialstar Danielle @Uxie Alexander @TheTraveller Mali @Knockoff Cleopatra II Outfit: This w/Beanie

Although she should've expected it, Skylie was still a bit surprised at the sudden attention she was given for saving the redhead's life. Their colors were overwhelming, and she fixed her eyes to the deck to avoid a sudden migraine. However, at a male's voice asking where she came from, she lifted her eyes and met the gaze of the dripping wet boy she'd noted earlier. He'd clearly eyed her up and down, and Skylie had to dig her nails into her palm to stop a shudder from passing through her. For some reason, he eerily reminded her of--No. No. She wasn't going to go there. Trying not to grin at the nickname "tigress" (she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she liked it a tiny bit), she retorted instead, "Canada. I didn't ask for the attention." With that, she shot him a fierce glare that said Back off as she added, "And stop staring at my lack of chest." Thank goodness she was wearing a black shirt. Otherwise, things might've been more awkward. Whatever this guy's deal was, the color of lust, blue, was radiating off of him in waves. Just her luck to meet a pervert within an hour of being on the boat. Ugh.

The blond male came over to her with a towel, thanking her for her help. Skylie's guarded expression morphed into one of indifference as she took the towel with a mumbled, "Thanks," choosing not to answer his thanks. She was no hero. The only reason she dove into the water was because no one else was. Not to mention their deafening auras. At his comment about Skittles power, she grunted out a chuckle. "Skittles power? Damn. Why didn't I think of that?" She hung the towel around her neck, athlete style, not wanting to draw the dark-haired boy's attention to her any more than necessary by actually attempting to dry herself off. That was when a girl dressed in very, very bright clothing approached her, remarking on her rainbows. This girl's aura was nice and simple: silvery white, a color Skylie had come to associate with awe and wonder. That was new. Why was that being directed at her? Were rainbows really that impressive? She muttered, "Um, I guess I could, but it really depends on how sunny it is..." Elaboration on her powers didn't come easily; it wasn't exactly something she liked to talk about. The thought of a tomboy street urchin like her wielding rainbows was still ridiculous to her, even though she'd demonstrated just that.

Hearing the pervert address her again, she turned her head to see him smile at her. Had he seriously just referred to her as graceful? And called her swimming "magnificent"? Why her? She snarled at him, "Mermaid isn't anywhere close, buddy. That kind of talk doesn't work on me. Try getting into someone else's pants." If someone pushed her, she would admit that the guy was a bit cute. But guys like him only wanted one thing, and she wasn't the kind of girl who gave in to men so easily. She wasn't going to make that mistake again. Annoyed at herself for even thinking a guy like that was cute, she let out a "Tch!" and began rubbing her temple. Going back over to her duffle bag, she slung it over her shoulder and pulled her beanie out of the side pocket. Her hair was too damp to actually put it on, but something about holding it was comforting.

Now a little less pissed with everything, Skylie watched silently at the dark-haired boy performed CPR on the girl, saying something about wanting to get to know her. Oh, brother, she thought, rolling her eyes. What kind of cheesy line was that? Somehow, though, she woke up, coughing water out of her lungs. The blond guy crouched down and began inspecting her for injuries. Though she'd only been conscious for a minute, color was already pooling around her, and Skylie widened her eyes in surprise and disgust when she realized it was blue--lust. Looking away, she muttered, "She's awake, all right." Great, this girl was easily aroused by the guys around her. What was wrong with these people? Could they seriously not hold themselves back? This was going to be a long stay at the university if these were the types of people she'd be surrounded by twenty-four/seven.

The girl who'd been previously yelling at the dark-haired boy was especially relieved at the redhead's recovery. In the few seconds she'd looked away, the blond had picked her up and was cradling her in his arms. A sweet gesture, but at the same time, totally gag-worthy. Skylie refrained from doing so, though, as she'd already demonstrated her bitchy side. No need to let them know that she didn't believe in romance anymore. Leaning against the railing and crossing her arms, she glanced again at the dark-haired boy. "Looks like someone else stole your spotlight this time." She couldn't help it; something about this boy just made her want to irritate him...or at least get in a biting comeback. If she'd been stupider, she would've said something meaner just to start a fight, but she'd have to settle for a mild bicker. At least the banter would distract her from her thoughts of him.

Seeing as her work was done, and she wasn't needed anymore, Skylie hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Maybe the upper deck would be less crowded? For now, she'd stick around, if only to make sure the redhead was really all right. But after that, she'd bolt and pretend none of this had ever happened. She wasn't here to make friends, or flirt with perverts with extremely blue auras. No, she was here to find out how exactly that damn letter knew.

stellar.nova · Feb 5, 2017

"I am no more intelligent than any other person on this earth, I merely have confidence in my ability to learn everything that I can."

Galen Williams

Athena

Guild: N/A
Location: Gardens
Scenario: Oh? Is that French that I hear?
With: Avril AnimeGenork ; Angelo ms marigold
Mentions: N/A
Wearing: TBA

Galen sat on his front porch in Bath, England looking out over the farmland that belonged to his parents. He was almost sad as his eyes gazed at it. It was raining, but that wasn't new. At least it wasn't a hard rain. Just a soft, cool drizzle that was peaceful to look at. Rainy days were his favorite. In the distance, he heard a cow lowing and couldn't help but smile at the sound. When he was younger, he hated it. Found it terrifying. Now, he found it relaxing and knew he would be nostalgic for it once he left. Sighing softly, he laid back onto the wood and stared up at the wooden structure of the roof above him. He admired his father's woodwork. it really was beautiful. Shame he couldn't do work like that anymore.

A pattering of paws neared him, and he closed his eyes and scrunched his face, readying for the impact that was sure to come next. A warm, wet dog tongue lapped at his face excitedly. "Bella. Stop." She didn't stop and he couldn't help but chuckle. He had trained her using French words, and those were the only ones she answered to. [/COLOR]"Arrêtes!" Immediately, Bella sat on her hind legs and looked at him, panting and wagging her tail. "Good girl." He sat up and rubbed his fingers through her long hair.

"She's going to miss you, you know." Galen turned towards the voice behind him. His father. "Shame you gotta leave."

"I know. But this is a good opportunity for me. The best." Galen turned his attention back to Bella, absentmindedly petting her to give himself something to do with his nervous energy. "Are you sure you and Mum will be okay?"

"No need to worry about us, Gale."

"Alright." Neither of them spoke about his condition, each of them knew all too well what hung in the air between them, but it almost felt like speaking about it would make the early-onset Parkinson's real.

"Hey, Gale?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"I'm really proud of you, you know?"

"Yeah, Dad. I know." And the tears that welled in his eyes showed his gratitude.

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Galen was seated in the garden, his nose buried in a book. The title was Portuguese, so unless someone spoke the language, and read the language, they would have no clue what he could be reading. It was the most recent language he had learned, and so he was testing himself on his knowledge. Not that it was hard for him given that he had this uncanny ability to understand things as he read them, despite not knowing the language beforehand. He could never explain why he could do it, but he could.

For those that could read the language, they would see that he was reading a translated copy of Dante's Inferno. He had read it in English when he was very young, and then read it in Latin, and Italian. It was one of his favorites, but he was mostly intrigued to see how the translator worked in the rhyme schemes and vivid imagery with the language. It was fascinating. In fact, so fascinating, that he hardly noticed the other guy that was in the gardens with him. That is until he heard a voice.

"Hello. Would I be bothering you if I sat with you?" Galen looked up, sure that the girl was speaking to him. He had been startled out of his reverie. Of course, now that he looked up and noticed that she was talking to someone else, he reprimanded himself slightly. Of course, her voice had been a bit too far away to be referring to him.

Nevertheless, his ears did catch onto the musical lilt of a French accent and he couldn’t help but grin. Dog-earing the corner of his book, he sat it beside him on the bench and leaned forward, his eyes directly on her. “Pardon moi. Mais, parlez-vous Français?”

ms marigold · Feb 6, 2017

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Guild: N/A | Location: Botanical Gardens | Scenario: Nerves | With: Avril: @AnimeGenork | Mentions: Galen : @Starfish

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Valentina, from the moment she and Angelo had met, had always asserted with full confidence that everyone in the world had a super power. Hers was that she could tell the brand and season of any item of clothing on any person, Angelo's was, according to her, that he was exceptionally observant (to say nothing at all of "the other thing"). He had adopted this way of thinking for its sheer, unjudgemental positivity. Now, as he looked up at the girl who had just approached him in this little oasis of calm he decided that her superpower was gentleness. The pure, unabrasive nature of her voice and manner put him instantly at ease.

"You wouldn't be bothering me." He smiled softly and moved over on the bench to make a space for the girl to sit, she was holding a book like himself but hers appeared to be a sketch book. "It's so peaceful here, don't you think?" Just as he finished that question another voice from a little way off called out to them. Oh no (he wondered briefly whether that counted as dramatic irony). That was definitely a male voice. Angelo leaned forward slightly to confirm that the French words had come from a focused-looking young man with an intense gaze. Angelo had never been good at talking to guys. Girls, with the exception of nuns, had always been nice to him, all of his closest friends were girls. Many guys, in Angelo's experience, had been bullies, and the half who were nice... well, suffice it to say he'd had his fair share of painful crushes. Angelo pushed these thoughts firmly aside, this was going to be an entirely new start, no more blushing and stuttering and feeling like he wants the floor to swallow him up every time he attempts to talk to another guy. He was turning over a new leaf, and for goodness sake the guy in question wasn't even talking to him. He looked up at the sweet-faced girl, still standing over him like a protector, and hoped she would respond the the guy so he wouldn't have to.

diwa · Feb 6, 2017

Alexander Lucien Blaise

Apollo

Greek god of Arts, Music, Medicine, and Prophesy

(among others)

GUILD: N/A ||SCENARIO: All is well LOCATION: Front Deck ||WITH: Adrian @crucialstar Clo @Starfish Dani @Uxie Skylie @AnimeGenork

||MENTIONS: Crew of Misfits

"There was a sign I saw on my way here, I think it said it was down the hallway and 'round the right corner-" Alexander shifted the girl in his arms to a more comfortable position, as much as he has the ability to take the pain away he'd rather not want to cause it. He was going to ask to the brunette to lead the way when suddenly the girl in his arms stirred from slumber. "I... I don't need the infirmary." He looked down at her with a smile, but before inquiring about her health, the brunette continued. "Ohmigod, are you okay? Well you wouldn't be, but how're you feeling?" A chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the other girl. Normally, in things like this, Alexander was usually stern and quite serious but he can't help being amused at her. She was a little quirky and probably the type of girl who rants a lot, she's also easily flustered but he finds it amusing. He wanted to pat her cheek and reassure her that everything is going to be fine, but then again, there is another pretty girl is in his arms. Perhaps some other time.

His bright green eyes flitted to the blonde girl who managed to manipulate the rainbow. By the looks of it, the alleged good looking murderer ended up by putting moves on her, a very unlikely match. The girl was too intense, snarky and definitely intense. Yes, he'd seen her type alright. The kind of girl who is always guarded and has walls made out of pure attitude and sass. Who knows, maybe the guy is into challenge. He spent some time volunteering in some institution to distinguished something like it. Traumatize, Alexander thought. Or.... probably just some random stuck up rich kid. Still, he was forever grateful for her rescue though.

Shaking his head a little, a smile was still on his lips with his dimples denting his cheeks, he looked down at the red head. The water from the girl trickled down on his firm chest to his well toned abs, slightly soaking the top part of his shorts. "I'll set you down, okay?" He said quietly. Very gingerly, he let the girl's feet back on the floor. She still looked pale but a small color is returning in her cheeks. A good sign. "That was a bit of a fall. You made everyone slightly anxious. Some accident, yeah?" Alexander chuckled heartily but abruptly stopped, "Err... At least that is an accident, right?" he stared at the dark haired guy who gave the CPR. A smile was still on his lips but it didn't reach his eyes as he search for the truth. For some reason, he find reading people easy. Or perhaps most of the time they spill anything he wants to know. The guy looks innocent and he knew that he didn't mean to push the red headed girl off board but one can't be too careful. Besides, just like what his mom used to tell him when he was young and inquiring about the exhibit about Milton. 'Don't be fooled by the appearance, for the devil is beautiful, Xander. He's a deceiver and a tempter. He's one of the most beautiful in all creation.' The painting is dark and heavy but Alex found some serenity and peace in it. Of course the guy isn't Satan incarnate. Alex did things that could definitely dubbed himself as the deceiver and a tempter but if he's going to stay in some deserted island somewhere, he knew it is better to be safe than learn the terrible news in a hard way later on.

He knew that the girl is all better but just to be on the safe side, his hand was still on her waist as a support. "How are you feeling, love? Woozy? Light headed?" his tongue curled around the words with his British accent. "Or are you feeling better enough to grab a drink with me later?" Alexander added with a wink and still with his signature sunny and sly smile.

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