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[deer]

THERESA AL-BASRAH​

POLYHYMNIA: MUSE OF SACRED HYMNS​

"Not to have felt pain is to not have been human."​

Her body felt cold and numb as she laid there, staring up into the dark abyss of the room. The darkness felt as if it was closing in on her and for some odd reason it felt comforting as she remained immobiled and stale. Everything she has done was for her family as she kept a mantra going in her head as the deed was done. After an hour has passed and time moved ever so slowly, she still allowed herself to remain frozen. She never spoke and never made a sound unless she was told to do so. It wasn't her. All of it was business. Once the last customer left and she found herself all alone, she allowed tears to drop from her eyes as she continued to stare blankly up at the ceiling. She didn't allow herself to be called broken but instead she rised above.

It was passed 4 in the morning and she knew she would only be getting a little rest before she was able to leave the brothel undetected and unnoticed. Theresa always showered thankful there was a bath in her section of the brothel as she could never leave without washing herself. She always made sure to wear her scarves whenever she went out and covered herself in attire that she never normally had in her wardrobe. The people who worked around the other streets would only recognize her as she came in with dark clothing and came out with the same dark clothing. No one ever saw her face as it remained a mystery. Most of her coworker's never seemed to bother her as she had her own station away from the other girls. It was one of the perks as many girls seemed to come and go and switch every few months. The girls couldn't handle the task that was given to them and even more so the idea of having your life controlled and monitored all the time.

Theresa al-Basrah was a basket case. She had come to them in her time of need and hopelessness. It seemed the woman who lead the brothel found some use to her and managed to teach the young Theresa at the age of 14 to dance, paint, draw, play music, sing, and serve. Despite the type of business, the woman: Kissa, prided herself in giving and raising the finest girls in Egypt. Theresa was her pride and joy and even she, herself, wanted to become stronger and so she proved her position and moved to the top at the age of 18.

It's been three years since she has been at such a position that no one questioned her as she became one of Kissa's main woman. They couldn't let such a trophy get stained and damaged. Nevertheless, Theresa found a new name within the streets surrounding the brothel and inside. Her name was Isis, name after the Queen herself. But, what Theresa feared the most was the idea of beginning to slowly lose herself. She was getting used to the name Isis for so long than the name Theresa was starting to get foreign to her. Sometimes, when she was with her parents, who lived on the other side of the city far from where she worked the night, they would call for her and she wouldn't immediately answer.

The road was long and harsh, but as she had a driver take her back a few streets from where she lived, she rested. Sleep didn't come easy to her but she did the best she could. Once the driver arrived to the destination, Theresa paid the man and got out the car. At this time, the sun was starting to rise and Theresa always reveled at the sight of seeing such beauty. She enjoyed watching the light but even more so, when she could hear the neighbors and the city slowly starting to wake up from a well-rested night.

With a smile on her face, she walked down the streets, taking in the smell she knew so well. It wasn't home, but it was close enough that she felt safer than she ever did on the other side of town. No one here know who Isis was and no one over on the other side knew who Theresa was. It was perfect, but a double life could be exhausting. As Theresa made her way home and got into her house, she quietly made her way towards her mother's room, opening the door slightly as she saw the silhouette's of her mothers while her father's must have been gone already for work. Sneaking quietly into her room, Theresa found herself wanting to snuggle in with her mother and so she did. She loved her mother's warmth but even more her mother always smelled like home and comfort. Scooting in closer to her mother, who now slowly opened her eyes and smiled to see her baby girl, wrapped her arms around her as they both laid there contently.


She hadn't told her parents of the invitation to the University, nor did she tell them of the strange words that appeared on her back. Then again, Theresa rarely told them anything that was going on since they were never around in the first place. It had been so long since she heard her mother singing and sometimes they would even sing together. But that was so long ago. She had always been afraid to dance or to even sing outside of her home or the brothel in fear someone might recognize her voice and her style of dancing. But, she made due with what she had, she read. Who would have thought that something so interesting and so unique would happen to her? Did this mean something? All the answers she questioned to herself when such strange happenings happened to her would be answered if she attended and accepted the invitation. Why couldn't she? All her answers laid there. So, she packed up and left but not without writing a letter of where she went and a vague reason as to why. But, Theresa just hopes , even if they were mad and worried about her, they'd take care of themselves as well.


The boat itself was magnificent. Never in her life would she thought that she would lay her eyes on something so extraordinary and beautiful. Her stroll around the boat was incredible as she found herself peering inside every room the boat had to offer. It was huge! The person, N, who had invited her there must have been rich. Theresa was rich at one point, but that's the past now. Nevertheless, Theresa found herself in the company of many different people who seemed to be from all walks of life. She heard many different accents but it filled her with excitement and joy. Perhaps this was her third chance? Maybe this time, she could actually be who she was meant to be? With a wide smile on her face, Theresa took a deep breathe, ready for whatever awaited her on this island. But, first, she found herself to be a bit hungry since she had been up for so long without any rest or meal. So, she found herself making her way to the dining room where many others had gone as well.

A small laugh escaped her lips at the thought of seeing so many hungry people such as herself make their way to the dining room. It was like a pack of hungry wolves that decided to see what was for lunch before heading off again to do their own thing. Food was always the best medicine. Soon, Theresa was inside and she found her eyes scanning in every direction. Where should she begin first? Where should she sit? All the options where open but she found herself finding some sort of peace, hearing the noise that was in the dining room. It's been forever. . . since she felt like she could be a child . . again.

location: cairo, egypt - the dining room on the boat | scenario: "is this my opportunity?" | tags: n/a ​

 

[PixieDust]

"Silence isn't empty, it's full of answers."​

It was now nearing midday and Ilya had noticed fellow students arriving in dribs and drabs for the past two minutes. Most of them seemed incredibly apathetic toward the entire ordeal. It reminded him of his own complete disinterest and he was inclined toward forming a small smile as he took a sip of his now lukewarm 'hot' chocolate beverage. It was just as he took in the chocolatey taste that he spotted a girl approaching him; East Asian in appearance with a laid back aura. Though not many people would have noted this, Ilya was keenly aware of the ever so slight slump in her gait as she walked over to him. She was unsure of herself, that much he could gleam from her body language. His gaze briefly met hers as she gestured toward the seat beside him. As she asked for permission to sit, he recognised her accent as English. It was pleasant and warm.

Ilya nodded to her, and without a thought pulled the chair out for her to sit, his expression not changing the entire time. He wanted desperately to introduce himself, to not seem so rude, but his throat would always constrict at the mere thought of public conversation with a stranger. Discreetly, he pulled out his phone and began typing a note to her in broken English. He had never had to write much in the language and he was embarrassed at his lack of eloquence. His mother had always commented on his way with words in his native tongue. He tapped the screen, directing the girl's attention to it. The note read:

Name is Ilya. Is your name? I am sorry. I cannot talk many things.

He offered an apologetic look before sipping his drink once more and looking away.

guild: n/a | location: the dining room | scenario: silent introductions
with: Ivy AnimeGenork | mentions:​

 

[PixieDust]

"Vengeance is mine. I will repay."​

Heidi knew she was rambling. It was painful and embarrassing but it was better than her usual alternative which would have been starting a fight. Just a few years ago, had a person looked at her with the stony expression this girl was, she would have challenged them to a fight without thought. Fortunately she had learned to channel her anger and scrappiness into incessant chatter and a hyperactive nervous energy. At least for the most part. Soon enough the girl was berating her for her stupidity and the fact that she had woken her up. Heidi just stood there trying to let it wash over her and fiddling with the knife in her pocket whilst distributing her weight from foot to foot.

In a surprising turn of events this grumpy chick had actually introduced herself. "I'm Phil. Nice to meet you, I guess. And ah. As for the music thing. It was alright because it was me, but I would advise being careful. Some people are major pricks, you know." Heidi nodded slowly, taken aback.
"Pricks...right...yeah. I know how to deal with that!" She wondered whether this girl Phil was always prone to rapid mood swings. If so she knew to avoid her. She was volatile enough without adding fuel to the flame. It seemed Phil was distracted however as her phone had buzzed just as Heidi had spoken. With an air of distractedness, Phil took her leave and Heidi took her advice, heading to the dining hall after her since it appeared the girl actually knew where it was. Heidi made sure not to follow too close behind though. She'd pissed her off enough for one day.

Once she had reached the dining hall, she bolted straight for the food, not caring about much else just now. One hand still remained in her pocket, gripping her knives however, as it always did.

guild: n/a | location: the upper deck - dining room | scenario: I guess my music taste offends her
with: (formerly) Philomena stellar.nova (currently) none | mentions:​

 

[AnimeGenork]

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

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Conversing with Silence II Location: The Boat II With: Ilya PixieDust II Mentions: Ilya PixieDust II Outfit: This

Ivy was honestly surprised that the boy pulled back her chair for her. So chivalry isn't dead, she mused, smiling at the boy and sitting down with as much poise as she could muster. Though he seemed expressionless, Ivy could tell that there was something more to him, but she certainly couldn't put her finger on it. Scooting the chair closer to the table, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye to see him typing something into his phone. Normally, people would consider this rude, but she hadn't exactly started an actual conversation, had she? She'd wait until he was done before continuing.

That is, she would have if the boy hadn't slid the phone over to her and tapped the screen. Ivy immediately looked down to see the words he'd typed. It was a bit off and broken, but English nonetheless. Of course. That explained a lot. Naturally, not everyone on this boat would speak English fluently. That reminded her, she should probably brush up on her Mandarin so she'd be able to write to her grandparents...

She looked up again to see the boy--Ilya--look away. It was quite possible he was mute, but from the wording of his message, the more logical explanation would be that he wasn't comfortable speaking. Not a problem. She often talked to air, anyway, to test out new jokes on herself. Smiling a tiny bit, she commented, "Ilya is a lovely name. I'm Ivy. Ivy St. Clair." Pausing to let that sink in, she let her gaze drink in Ilya. He seemed nice enough, but it was clear that conversation itself was an uncomfortable occurrence for him. A little part of her felt bad that she was subjecting him to this.

"If it's not too much to ask," she continued, a little softer, "might I ask where you're from? Something tells me you're not from the Empire." A grin flitted across her face, signaling her light-hearted attempt at humor. She meant nothing by her words except what they implied: that she was simply curious about him. How long had it been now since she'd told a joke? This was really unlike her. Maybe she was finally learning how to properly socialize. Or maybe she'd snapped in some irreparable way. Hmm.

Looking briefly over her shoulder, Ivy realized the dining room was very crowded now. Had everyone here been invited to this strange university by N? Strange. Ivy turned back around and smiled again at Ilya, inviting him to feel free to speak--er, text--freely.​

 

[deer]

JAE SUN KIM​

JASON​

"Climb the heights that are hardest to reach and you get the view that is hard to believe."​

The whistling sound of the wind was music to his ears as he ran swiftly on the rooftop. Some rooftops weren't as wide and so he had to make due with what he had, usually taking longer strides with more force and energy to get to the other side of the roof he wanted to get to. But, nevertheless, he always liked a challenge. With a grin on his lips, he kept a rhythmic tempo as he effortlessly and gracefully moved fluidly in one motion as he found his momentum. Soon enough, he leaped up from the edge, stretching his long legs, as if they were wings he was flying on. He found his support and weight in the air as he "navigated" in mid-air, hearing the breeze of the weather gush before him before he managed to land perfectly on the other side of the building. His feet landed first, gracefully, like how a cat might would if he had jumped down from a couch or cabinet.

The rush he felt whenever he crossed from buildings to buildings always surged some sort of emotions within him, as if he could do anything. He felt on top and powerful, like he just won a gold medal for some sort of Olympic sport or something of the sort. Whatever it was, he found himself addicted to the feeling, always grasping at any chance he can get to feel the energy course through his veins, letting his adrenaline rush.

But, before he could go onto the next course, his phone started blaring loudly in his ears as he hissed, quickly taking out his earphones. His ear drums were resonating in his ears as he tried to get his hearing back only for him to let out a frustrated groan. "MI NA!" He called out on top of the roof, as he knew it was his sister that decided to change his ring tone to something that was louder than even his music could produce. He definitely didn't like Scream-O. Huffing slightly as he picked up the phone, rubbing his temples as he sighed, "Mi Na, what did I tell you about changing my playlist?" He scolded her lightly, a bit aggravated, but his brows uncreased when he heard his sister's laughter through the phone as he scoffed once more. "You think this is funny, Mi Na? Wait til I get my hands on you and you'll pay, missy." Jae Sun said in a stern tone yet his tone was more of a playful threat. "Not if you can't catch me, oppa!" Mi Na's voice echoed through the reciever line of the phone as Jae Sun shook his head. "Where are you? School? Home?"

"I can't tell you! You're suppose to come find me. That's the point, isn't it? You have 10 minutes to come and find me, if not, you're stuck with the dishes and the laundry tonight!" With that, Mi Na hung up. With a grin on his face, Jae Sun sighed once more, shaking his head. clicking his tongue, "This girl . . ."


The boat had it's perks. Different levels, three to be exact. It reminded him of the titanic, but more so when he took notice of the scene of someone being pushed off the boat and a crowd had formed. If Jack hadn't held onto Rose, would she had fallen as well? It was supposed to be a meaningful scene, but he always wondered what if the sails were to hit their heads, causing the both of them to fall into the water? They would have died together than being separated by life and death: one living and the other dead. Would there had been a tragic love story? Cocking his head to the side as he chewed the side of his mouth, Jae Sun just looked ahead at the scene, intrigued by it all.

But, as quick as it happened, as quick as it fell apart and everyone was chattering. However, once he noticed most of them suddenly leaving, he wondered if he should do something as well. But, what else was there to do? Jae Sun found that he had already jumped on everything he had set his sights on and wondered what else to do next. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way inside the boat as he looked around nonchalantly, seeing if there was anything he could do. Maybe bang on some drums or play some pranks on someone. At the idea of pulling a prank, Jae Sun stopped in his tracks as a sly grin appeared on his face. War paint? Water balloon fight? The possibilities are endless. However, before he could think of other ideas, his stomach grumbled in hunger.

At that, Jae Sun quickly made his way to the dining room, trying to look for something to eat. Preferably, pizza. He craved it, but he didn't see anyone getting in line to get food yet. Should he be the first one? Or should he wait? Deciding the latter, Jae Sun walked across the room, finding a seat on a table. He noticed a girl looking quite frustrated at her phone, but he didn't want to disturb her. Maybe it was something important and if he bothered her, she would just get even more frustrated. So, deciding to not talk to her in fear she might not want to be spoken to, Jae decided to just lean back against the chair he sat on. However, as he lounged on his chair, he managed tap his fingers against the table, making some sort of noise to pass the time.

location: seoul - dining area on the boat | scenario: "fly, you fools - what else is there?"
tags: lyra C Clio ​

 

[PixieDust]

"I love the struggle, after all, we're gonna need something to talk about at the top."​

Suffice it to say that Jesse had sized this woman up to be the tough and resilient sort, It was clear she took her health seriously and that was something he could respect in a woman, No one could deny looks were important, and though he wouldn't want a trophy wife per say, he never minded a bit of vanity. They walked alongside of each other with a natural air of camaraderie. He found it odd to find it so easy to be around a woman without making it a flirtatious interaction but nevertheless he took it in his stride as she made conversation.

"Yeah, absolutely! I love a good run. Great way to clear the mind and all. So you're a boxer, right? Your form's pretty incredible. I knew a couple boxers back in Oz, they were on my squad. Taught me a couple things, but they were no match for military school." Jesse quirked an eyebrow vaguely, looking at the woman, Preston. Military school? It seemed he had underestimated her. "I'm not a pro boxer no. Must admit I've had a fair few fist fights in my life though..." He chuckled darkly, pointing out his crooked nose. "Military school eh? Tough isn'y the right word I bet." He looked at her again as they walked, letting the next few words tumble from his lips without any thought. "No offence but you don't strike me as the type for military school. Bet you got a lot of shit hurled at ya from the blokes." It had not been meant as an insult. How she took it was entirely on her, but the way Jesse saw it, some things women were just never biologically suited for, just as men weren't meant to pop out babies. An undisputed fact of life.

guild: n/a | location: on the way to the dining room | scenario: battle of the sexes
with: Preston stellar.nova | mentions:​

 

[PixieDust]

"History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it"​

Francesca looked down at the boy's outstretched arm with curiosity and a sense of familiarity. Boys at the formal balls would do this when asking her to dance. She had to oblige them out of pure decorum, but she usually disliked waltzing. It was mathematically precise and impeccably graceful, but though she loved precision and logic in most cases, when it came to dancing she preferred spontaneity, freedom of expression and vibrancy. Dancing in her room was the only time she ever let herself lose control in any way. Francesca Simmons was the sort to exercise control in all areas of her life where she could. She was lost in her thoughts, her large brown eyes glazed over as she began to remember the one time she had enjoyed dancing at a ball. The time she had met her pen friend Alois. This boy reminded her of him in a vague way and so she was unusually relaxed in this social interaction.

"What a beautiful name, Francesca. I am Tobias Ashton Abernathy, though most call me Toby. Call me whatever you like. The dining hall sounds splendid." Fran blinked, remembering her surroundings only because he, Tobias had spoken. She took his arm tentatively and proceeded to walk alongside him. She very nearly tripped over her feet a few times as she overthought. Physical contact was something she profoundly disliked in most cases. In this particular case she did not mind it, but she simply did not know how to handle it.
"If it's not too rude of me, might I ask where you come from, Francesca? Your accent sounds distinctly British, but I'm afraid the stereotypical perception of British is skewed from reality." Francesca was much more comfortable with this line of conversation. Less personal, more of an abstract concept.
"Well," she began, tucking a strand of her long ash blonde hair behind her ears, her expression very close to the one she would pull when about to begin a lecture. Her eyebrows raised a little higher, her lips pursed briefly and her eyes lit up drawing attention to the smattering of brown freckles just beneath them. "Contrary to popular belief, there is not a 'British' accent. For you see, Britain is made up of the British Isles, England, Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales, all of which have vastly different accents and dialects within their countries. My particular accent is that of Oxfordshire in England." She suddenly realised she was not being very socially amicable by hogging the conversation and added, "Where might you be from? I wouldn't want to make assumptions or presuppositions."

Tobias then proceeded to ask her whether she had received a letter from the mysterious 'N' to which she nodded, wondering if his letter was just as odd as hers. "Yes well, I have already attended university from the age of thirteen, but this time I intend to take Women's Studies. There is never a time when learning should be an option. It is imperative to our survival as a species that we grow, expand and learn. I must say the letter was quite...unique."

guild: n/a | location: the dining room | scenario: conversing
with: Tobias AnimeGenork | mentions: Alois stellar.nova ​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Tobias Abernathy
a.k.a. Macaria

Guild: n/a II Scenario: A Pleasant Conversation II Location: The Boat II With: Fran PixieDust II Mentions: Fran PixieDust II Outfit: This

Though the hallways of the ship were indeed beautiful in their own way, Tobias kept his gaze fixed upon his companion, Francesca. Her intellectual air gave him a pleasant feeling, one that he only got with his beloved cousin, Jacqueline. He wondered briefly how she was doing, then he shook himself. Jackie wasn't here right now. He had to focus on the conversation at hand.

Luckily, his attention returned to Francesca just as she started explaining the nonexistence of the "British" accent. Though the people he'd grown up around would've been annoyed at such clarification, he was fascinated. He enjoyed it when misconceptions were explained to him. After all, he was a victim of quite a few of them, being a blond man from Germany. "In any case, Francesca, it's a beautiful accent. It has a very calming effect."

Her question as to where he was from made him raise an eyebrow. A girl who didn't want to assume? How lovely. Why couldn't everyone be like her? Sometimes he was mistaken for Hungarian, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. With a smile, he replied, "Ich komme aus Deutschland." After a pause, he translated, "I come from Germany. Munich, more specifically." He cleared his throat, a bit uncomfortable. Though he knew this wasn't always the case, he always feared questions about the world wars. His country was often put at fault (though honestly, the first World War was not entirely Germany's doing). Hopefully, Francesca wouldn't mention anything about it. She seemed more entirely focused on him instead of his origin, in any case. Tobias bit back a sigh of relief at the thought.

As she continued, Tobias listened intently, barely looking up as they entered the dining room. "Thirteen? That's impressive! I've been attending university in Munich for a few years. I certainly hope this one will have classes in mortuary science. Even anything regarding culture would do." He paused and told her sincerely, "I believe you're right, Francesca. Expansion and growth can only lead to good things for us. Broadening our understanding of each other certainly couldn't hurt, either."

He continued, "The letter was very odd, wasn't it? Though my dream to become a mortician was never much of a secret, it was odd to see it appear right before my eyes." What he said was true. The only part of the letter that had surprised him was the sudden transformation of the words into a portrait of him. After saving a girl's life through some strange power, nothing much surprised him anymore...​

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

❉Dulci Amur❉
Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Dining Room || Scenario: Time to Eat || With: N/A || Mentions: N/A

Dulci hummed to herself as she stood before a mirror, tying her hair up into a ponytail before bouncing a bit to watch it sway "Hmm?" she cocked her head to the side as she turned thoughtful "Looks good...I think?" ever since she was little, she'd never had a very good sense of what looked good on her. People weren't very good at it either. Even if she was covered in mud, people would still say she looked nice.

She gave a soft twirl and looked towards the bed. In the bed was one of the people who worked upon the boat she was on. She grinned and bounced over, as silent as a cat and kissed the girl on the head. When she'd first got on the boat, she'd met this girl and had thought she'd been so cute that she just had to eat her up.

Suddenly, Dulci's stomach began to growl and she giggled. She'd certainly worked up an appetite. She hopped in front of the mirror to check her appearance once more. She was wearing a simple black loose fitting shirt and a pair of baggy pants. Comfort was her number one concern when it came to dressing.

She didn't wear shoes though, it was easier to skip about with her bare feet. She wrote a short note and left it on the bedside table, telling the girl she'd spent time with that she'd enjoyed the time they'd spent together. Dulci loved hellos but hated goodbyes. It was best to give a thank you and go off to have more fun.

Opening the door quietly, she headed for the dining room. To her happy surprise, there were already people there. She gave a bright smile as she looked around the room. There was certainly a wide selection of...delicacies.

 

[stellar.nova]

x

Phil grinned as Cami turned to her and wrapped her arms around her. It was very rare for Phil to show affection, but Cami always seemed to be an exception to the rule. Adrian too, but any affection he got from her wasn't publicized. It was just the way she was, and luckily the two of them had always just accepted it.

"Hey, Cam!" Suddenly, the grin that she previously held on her expression fell and she stepped back from her beast friend, her eyes narrowed. "Are you drunk? Before lunch? Gods, Cami." Her anger with the girl quickly shifted to Adrian, as she remembered just what she rushed here for. "And you! What the hell did you do, A? I told you to behave yourself." At this point, however, it didn't seem that her mood was actually anger, nor was it frustration. Above anything else, it was exasperation. Like a mother who looks at her loud children in the dentist's office, her expression reading: what are you going to do? And it was true, they were who they were, and Phil wouldn't change them even if she could.

She was going to speak up again, but at that moment, they were asked on the intercom to please be seated so the servers could bring them their food. She sat at a table with Cami and Adrian as they were served.

.

The meal had been quite good. A choice of roasted chicken with rosemary, or salmon in a lemon cream sauce paired with saffron white rice and steamed vegetables. Not quite the level of food Phil was used to, but it was certainly of high quality and the taste was there, that's for sure.

At this point, everyone was either done or almost done with their food and one of the crewmen of the ship approached the front of the dining hall, a microphone in his hand. Phil watched him, wondering what it was that he would possibly say. Finally, he began to speak.

"Good afternoon, passengers. I've been asked by your headmaster to give you, the students of Parthena Olympia University, a message, and some instructions. The information in question is found here, in this letter." The man held up a piece of paper with printed words on it, then held it eye level and started to read from it. "Greeting, students. A little bit of information about our little University before you arrive. The board of directors and I want to focus quite heavily on teamwork to prepare you for the real world when you must work on or with a team. This is why we created the idea of Guilds. There are six of them: Styx, Acheron, Phlegethon, Oceanus, Cocytus, and Lythe. We have distributed you equally amongst the guilds how we saw fit, based on your entrance essays that you were asked to complete and send in last month. Each guild symbolizes a very important part of the personality, but we will leave that for you to learn later on. Much like the real world, each team will have a team leader.

Students. This is your first assignment. The crewman that I have entrusted this letter with will tell you your Guild. After he is done reading the list, you will gather amongst yourselves and decide who must be your leader. This will come in handy later on. Choose wisely.

Signed, N."

The crewman folded up the letter, and then pulled a different piece of paper from his pocket and began to read off the Guild assignments. "Ace Lovett, Guild Oceanus. Adrian Galanis, Guild Phlegethon......."

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When he was done reading off the Guild Assignments, the crewman directed each of them to separate areas of the ship. Oceanus was to remain in the dining room. Styx would make it's way to the game room. Phlegethon would meet on the upper deck. Acheron would meet in the Lounge area. Cocytus would meet in the bar. And Lethe would meet in the gardens.

Still, Phil was upset. She was in Styx...with Cami. But Adrian was separate. She and Adrian hadn't been in separate groups since they were fifteen. But, she supposed, this was college...it was time to become independent. With one longing look at Adrian, she stood, grabbed Cami's arm, and headed to the game room.

Philomena Alexopoulos
Hades

Guild -- Styx
Mood -- Confused
Location -- Dining Hall
Wearing -- This

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T A G S
Cami Athens
Adrian deer ​

Coding by stellar.nova

Spoiler: ANNOUNCEMENT (PLEASE LOOK)

deer PixieDust Athens mxlly StarrySkyofLostSouls diwa Ritzy TwistedTruth ms marigold AnimeGenork ScatteredStars Versailles Uxie @TheOnlyPaul Versailles Seraph Darkfire sprouhtt C Clio

Please look at this list here for your Guild Assignments. If you have any questions, please PM me.

 

[AnimeGenork]

Skylie Dyer
a.k.a. Iris

Guild: Acheron II Scenario: Let the "Fun" Begin II Location: Dining Room > Lounge II With: n/a II Mentions: Alex diwa II Outfit: This

She'd been right. There weren't Skittles in the dining room. Skylie had stood there for a few seconds, wondering if she should just turn tail and leave, but then a voice on the intercom asked them to sit down. For once, she didn't protest, and sat down at the closest table, far away from anybody else. If anyone else sat with her, she didn't look at them or speak to them, instead glaring down at the tablecloth and fingering the daggers tucked into the waistband of her shorts.

Despite the food lacking a certain colorful candy item, the chicken was alright. Skylie couldn't help but remember a time when her mother used to cook like this, back before she'd tried to control her behavior and clothing style. Their family hadn't been rich, but they'd been considerably well off...that is, before Skylie experienced the streets. By the time she returned to her mother, she was flourishing in her work and was considerably richer than she had been. That certainly explained the sudden collection of fancy dresses she wanted Skylie to wear. Thank God she'd left all those frills and sparkles behind.

Once again, Skylie found herself addressed by this mysterious "N." However, it wasn't through direct communication; no, it was through a crewman reading a letter. She had to admit, this whole Guild thing seemed pretty interesting, but that didn't mean she'd actually like it. Good ideas only seemed good to her when she wasn't directly involved. Plus, she had a feeling that any "teamwork" there was would exclude her at all costs. People tended to avoid her when there was teamwork involved, unless of course they were playing dodgeball. Ah, the good old days.

The moment her name was called, she lifted her head. Acheron? What kind of name was that? Didn't she read that as a name in a book once? Maybe once, but now she couldn't remember the name of the book, or even what it was about. Dear God, was she already losing her memory? She wasn't that old! Then again, the things she did remember vividly were the things she didn't want to remember. Why did her brain hate her so much?

There was one thing Skylie knew for sure: no way in hell would she be a leader. She associated that kinda crap with a Hunger Games-esque parade, and she really didn't feel like bursting into flames. Or wearing a dress, for that matter. Skylie would have to make sure she made that clear when she finally meet these people she was supposed to get along with. Good luck with that, N, Skylie thought. You're going to need it when I'm involved.

So, she was supposed to meet her fellow Acherons in the lounge, was she? Skylie was pretty sure she'd passed that on the way to the dining room...or maybe that'd been a different room. Well, only one way to find out. Skylie stood up and glanced over at the blond boy from earlier. She hadn't gotten his name, but she was pretty sure she'd seen him react to the name "Alexander." Charming, just like he was. Interesting. At least she could tolerate him...though probably not for long. Guess she'd just have to see.

Pushing her way through the doors, Skylie strode down the hall, her duffel bag once again slung over her shoulder. It took her only a few minutes to reach the lounge, and when she did, she let out a low whistle. Pretty swanky for a boat filled with teenagers. As much as she wanted to curl up on a couch and take a nap after the excruciating few hours she'd had today, she decided against it. She may have been rude, but she wasn't that rude.

Instead, she walked over to a window and set her bag down at her feet, leaning against the wall and staring out at the water. Instinctively, she reached up and rubbed the back of her neck, where the strange mark was. It tingled as she touched it, and she let out a breath she'd apparently been holding. In just a few short hours, she'd been reminded of everything that had happened to her and wished she could forget. Why her, of all people? Why did they bother with her? She wasn't worth the effort.

And that's what she kept telling herself.
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Avril Cavallon
a.k.a. Harmonia

Guild: Oceanus II Scenario: A Set of New Faces II Location: Dining Room II With: Galen stellar.nova II Mentions: Angelo ms marigold Jada PixieDust II Outfit: This

At first, Avril had been a tad intimidated by the lavishness of the dining hall, much like that of the dinner parties she'd attended with her mother and father years ago. For a moment, she had simply stared, entranced by it all. There were so many people here; it almost felt like she was wandering through Paris again. She managed to shake herself out of her reverie, however, so she could focus on eating.

And boy, did she eat! Though she was seemed rather dainty on the outside, there was no denying that she enjoyed fancy meals such as this wholeheartedly. After all, someone had worked hard to make this for her and the others; the least she could do was enjoy it! And, really, it was delicieux! She especially loved the white rice, perhaps because her maman had loved making it with her when she was a young girl.

As she ate, she mused on her interaction with the others in the garden. She hadn't expected to meet so many people so soon, but she was glad she did. Jada especially seemed wonderful, and Avril hoped they'd be able to spend more time together. That wasn't to say she hadn't enjoyed Galen and Angelo's company as well. In fact, Avril knew she'd love to befriend both boys.

All too soon, the meal was over, and Avril told a passing bus boy to give her compliments to those who had made it. Her attention almost immediately shifted to the front of the room as she and the rest of the gathered students were addressed by a crewman acting in favor of N. The prospect of working together with others excited her; it was a great opportunity for blooming friendships! The fact that they were called "Guilds" made her smile. Having a history professor as a father helped in this case, for she was able to compare this experience to the guilds of a distant Europe.

The name of her guild, Oceanus, rung a bell somehow, but Avril couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it had been in something she'd read? Whatever the case, she didn't have to go anywhere, so she stood up and looked around for the others she was supposed to meet with. During the announcement of who was in what guild, Avril had mostly registered that neither Jada nor Angelo were in her guild. However, she'd latched onto Galen's name with a slight grin. She wouldn't be going into this alone, and that was a huge relief.

With a tiny flounce in her step, she approached Galen with her usual kind smile upon her face. "How do you propose we choose our leader, Galen?" Her voice had somehow reverted to what her friends had often called her "mediator voice." This meant that she was thinking of how to best make a situation fair. What was fair, she believed, was usually what was best for everyone. Perhaps that was how she'd managed to prevent a fistfight from breaking out at her old university.

"I'd be interested to hear what everyone else thinks," she murmured, shifting her gaze to canvas the remaining occupants of the room. "We will need to listen to each other to effectively work together."​

 

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Galen was impressed with the food choices. It was rather fancy...but he wasn't surprised really. After all, the University did own this boat. They seemed rather lavish. Still, despite it all, he would much rather have his mother's cooking. It may not be as fancy, but the taste was certainly better.

He paid very close attention as the Guild were read off. Granted, he was a very focused person, but after the comment of meanings that they would learn later...well, he took it as a challenge. He mused over the word Guilds and recognized it primarily as something that was used in the middle ages....but he could further assume that they found origin in Ancient Greece. After all, the school was Greek, it would make sense for them to use their own origin. And then...the names. They sounded vaguely familiar. Something to do with Mythology. The Underworld, perhaps? Regardless, he was unsure of their precise meaning, which meant that he was hyper-focused on it as he stood and began to make his way to the farthest corner of the dining room, a clean spot that would be away from all the busboys as they took care of the mess that was the remnants of their lunch.

His concentration was broken as he heard a voice pipe up from beside him. The French girl from the gardens. Avril. He smiled at her and beckoned her to follow him towards the corner before responding. "I imagine we should let people volunteer should they think themselves prepared for the duty, then out of those, let each one plead their case. Then it's put up to a vote. But...we shall see just what our companions think." He sighed softly, hoping that his peers would be smart about it all. But if he had learned anything in his few experiences of working in a team, there was always at least one person to cause problems. So, he had no doubt that his event would be a challenge.

As Avril mused aloud to him, Galen couldn't prevent his brow from raising. The girl had some sense in her, and she would be a valuable friend to have, and perhaps an ally. So, as they reached the corner, he pulled out a char to offer to her before sitting down immediately to her right, scooting his chair closer to her. If they were going to make this event sensible, they would need to appear as a team.

Galen Williams
Athena

Guild -- Oceanus
Mood -- Focused
Location -- Dining Room
Wearing -- This

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Arte Mestiere
Daedalus
Guild: Lethe || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Dining Room---> Gardens || Scenario:Social Interactions and Guilds || With: N/A || Mentions: Ekaterina @Starfish Valerie deer ​

For Arte eating had always been more or less optional. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy food, he was just often busy with things he considered more important. During his teenage years, it was often believed that he had some eating disorder he wasn't telling anyone about. Many people were often dumbfounded when it was revealed that he was just forgetful when it came to eating.

He tried not to be neglectful of his hygiene or health, but there were often more pressing matters. Food, sleep, hygiene, friendship, it all took a backseat to his work. Fortunately, he had plenty of ways of reminding himself to eat, sleep, and bathe. His watch was one of the ways. His hygiene was actually far easier than the others. Sweat, grime, and even body odor could tamper with his more volatile experiments so he kept himself in order, though he often didn't care if his hair or clothes were askew.

The food served in the dining room were as good as any other food he'd tried, even the aesthetics were arranged properly. As he ate, his eyes moved across other people as they enjoyed their food or conversations. Social interaction was a large part of the human psyche, some needed lots of it and some, like himself, needed only a small amount of it. However, it was necessary. Those who couldn't speak well spoke through their artwork as he did, through music and dance, even their good intentions were transmitted through beneficial inventions.

Humans were such strange creatures. Arte had often thought this. Humans wanted to be recognized and seen for what they were, but not easily. They wore masks and put up walls to hide their true selves, created lies and stories to impress others. They had no claws or armor of their own, so their Minds became weapons, to protect, to destroy. Take it all away and it reveals their vulnerabilities. His eyes suddenly focused, for it was when they had nothing to guard them that humans showed incredible abilities to adapt.

He was shaken from his thoughts as an announcement came regarding their Guilds. Guilds? Arte had some minor information on the word, mostly from people who'd attempted to get him to play video games. Guilds existed to house those with similar skills, allowing them to further themselves. When it was announced that he and Katy were in the same guild, his eyes subconsciously flicked over to her. He felt...pleased. She was easy to talk to and she didn't distract him from his work.

After the announcements were done and people began to move about, he wondered if he should talk to her but then thought second of it. She and Valerie were placed in separate guilds, they'd probably want to talk about it. He'd speak to her again anyway at the Gardens. He made sure his plate had been cleaned before he stood up and left.

❉Dulci Amur❉
❉Pan❉

Guild: Phlegethon || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Dining Room ---> Upper Deck || Scenario: Food! and Guilds! Yay! || With: N/A || Mentions: N/A

'Food! Yay Food!' Dulci thought as she ate happily, swaying as she sat in her chair. Her pony tail moved back and forth as she ate, moving to her own tune. Dulci loved to eat, almost as much as she loved playing around. The best foods were sweet tasting foods, but she could eat nearly anything. Of course, the way she ate seemed innocent and naive, yet there was a sense of...allure. She'd lick her fork of any juices left on it. She didn't eat like a dainty young woman, more like a wild animal and yet...she still looked quite cute.

It was because of her sweet looks and innocent attitude that made people think she was ditzy and naive, a dumb air head. This was not true, in truth, Dulci was impressively intelligent. She'd always done well in school and had never skipped her studying, despite going out to have fun as well. Her attitude was free and loose yet she always made sure to keep her wits about her. Unfortunately, many people didn't realize this and thought that they could take advantage of her. Only her closest friends and lovers who knew who she really was ever got to spend more time with her.

She sucked on her fingers to get the juices from her food off of them before one of the crewmen came up and began making their announcements "Oh, he is handsome" Dulci said thoughtfully before grinning and clapping her hands "Guilds! How fun, I didn't know that this school would have LARPing as well" she was a girl who never passed on having a fun time and she found lots of things fun. She'd been a cheerleader, a raver, a DM, a Cosplayer, and several other things.

With a happy face, she hopped up and headed for the Upper Decks, excited to meet her new guild mates. Hopefully they'd be fun people like her. Groups were always fun to be in.

 

[mxlly]

✿ find me where the wild things are ✿

reincarnation: eurydice | guild: acheron | location: deck > dining hall > lounge | scenario: welcome to acheron | With: jules (prev.) , skylie (curr.) | Mentions: Ace
Galilahi Yang was an extrovert. She was outgoing and cordial. However, the term 'socialite' was non applicable for the lively brunette. She had no desire to participate in vacuous mingling and did not care if no one knew her name.

Regardless, there was one person on this ship who did know her name : a Portuguese boy known as 'Jules.'

'What cha thinkin' 'bout, Mopey?' She had asked and approached him with a kittenish smirk. It was clear that the boy was disheartened. Yet, Jules refused to admit that he was.

In spite of his denial, Gal knew what a fake smile looked like all too well. He required an impromptu cheer up session.

'Tell me, Jules, are you hungry?' She tilted her head.

The boy shrugged and Gal gave him a frivolous nudge with her elbow. 'Of course you are. And everything might seem better when your stomach isn't wailing at you, right?' she proposed with a roguish grin.

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It was evident that she had done something right. Gal had convinced the boy to accompany her to lunch. He had initially been withdrawn. However, the pair ended up laughing so hard their faces were a light shade of red.

'No! I wasn't serious about that!' She laughed heartily and clutched her stomach. Rule One.) Do not dare Jules to attempt to gargle the ABCs because he can and will make a mess in the process.

The pair attempted to subdue their laughter when one of the ship's crewmen approached the front of the dining hall. Gal lent back in her chair. Her left leg was brought up to her chest and her left arm was casually resting atop her knee. She had one foot up on the seat. Her lack of etiquette failed to even cross her mind.

Gal was inattentive. She was too distracted to focus her attention solely on the man before the microphone. Both her and Jules were still struggling to muffle their laughter.

However, Gal's attention piqued when the man mentioned 'Ace Lovett.' The girl furrowed her brow. 'What the hell?' She peered over the crowed and raised an arched eyebrow as her gaze landed on a familiar face. She promptly turned back to Jules. 'Are you aware that there's a famous singer on this ship? I mean - it's perfectly reasonable. It's just odd, ya know?'

Jules shook his head. The boy looked semi-perplexed. 'I don't know.'

'Huh. Weird.' Gal heaved a sigh and lent back in her chair again. Ace Lovett, lead of Ace of Hearts - a band that she did listen to. She could not fathom why the concept of him attending the same university as her was so hard to grasp.

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Once each name had been called out and everyone was sorted, she turned to Jules. He had been sorted into a different 'Guild.' 'It appears as though you are my nemesis now, I can no longer associate with you.' She folded her arms. However, Gal could not mask her mischievous grin. 'All right. I'll see ya later, Cocytus Boy.'

Gal rose from her seat and playfully ruffled the boy's hair as she passed him on her way to the dining room exit.

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The lounge was not too troublesome to locate. Gal arrived in the circular room. It was decorated with highly vibrant colours - not that she minded in the least. The brunette decided to take a seat near the only other person in the Acheron Guild that she could see.

'Well hey, fellow Acheron.' She grinned as she spun on her heel, collapsing into the woven orange chair. 'Apparently we have something in common.'

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Tobias Abernathy
a.k.a. Macaria

Guild: Oceanus II Scenario: The Beginning of a New Waltz II Location: Dining Room II With: Galen stellar.nova Avril AnimeGenork II Mentions: Fran PixieDust Jackie AnimeGenork II Outfit: This

Tobias had enjoyed Francesca’s company, but at the same time, he’d been feeling peckish for a while. He was rather relieved when an announcement was made almost as soon as he walked into the dining room. Finally, it was time to eat! He loved food almost as much as dancing, though it was a close race.

Across the room, he spotted his beloved cousin Jackie, which caused a wide smile to bloom on his face. She caught his eye, and they nodded to each other. Toby had always been fond of her and his other cousin, much more so than his aunt and uncle, but lately they hadn’t been able to visit as much. It didn’t help that she lived in Brussels, some distance away from Munich. All that mattered now was that they were both here, together again. The way it was supposed to be.

Returning to the task at hand, Toby made sure to eat all of the food set before him. It had been a while since he’d had something like this, considering the economic status of his family (although the Royster household was renowned for its dinner parties with meals such as this). However, his mother’s cooking had a distinct sense of home to it, whereas this meal was different, since its aim was to please a multitude of people. Still, he liked it well enough, and he made sure to smile at the servers to convey that.

Wiping his mouth politely with a napkin, Toby looked up as the crewman from N addressed them. So they were splitting up into guilds, were they? That sounded fun. He was only a bit bummed that Jackie wasn’t in a guild with him, but he supposed that that was how things would be so long as they were at this university.

Ever the concerned cousin, Toby gave Jackie a smirk. Long ago, they’d come up with their own sort of language, and this specific smirk, from him, meant that she better not cause any trouble. Knowing her, she’d lose her temper over the stupidest thing. Jackie wasn’t an angel, but she wasn’t a devil either. She was just a woman who, like him, had her own brand of damage.

She rolled her eyes, but waved to him nonetheless, a signal that she would try her best. Toby was going to stay in the dining room with his guild, Oceanus, while Jackie was going to the upper deck with the rest of Phlegethon. Geez, that was a mouthful. She was going to have fun with that.

Now that the room was emptying, Toby was able to take stock of the people he was supposed to work with. A beautiful girl with a lilting French accent walked over to a boy with dark hair and an intelligent look about him. It seemed they’d met before. Glancing around, Toby saw that Francesca was in his guild as well. How delightful! At least there was someone he knew.

Deciding to go with the flow of things, he walked over to the aforementioned girl and boy and bowed slightly in greeting. “Guten Tag. Sorry to interrupt you, but it seems we’re working together.” Straightening up with a kind smile, he continued, “I’m Tobias Abernathy, or Toby. Nice to meet you both.”

Having heard the girl’s question, and the boy's answer, he smiled at her and offered, “I agree to the idea of a vote. That way we can respect everyone's individual opinions, including those who wish to lead.” Toby wasn’t terribly intelligent by modern standards, but he could at least give off an impression of it. And his acquiescence was the epitome of him trying to be democratic and fair.

Taking a step back, he waited for anyone else to speak. He didn’t want to cause any disruptions or ruffle anyone’s feathers, so he stayed silent, moving only once to adjust the hat on his head. It was time for the true adventure to begin, it seemed.

He would've joined them as they sat, but he had so much pent up energy, he knew he'd be fidgeting the entire time. So instead he waited for everyone else to take a seat, in case they had a particular arrangement in mind. Best to let everyone else sit before he bothered.​

 

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Jacqueline Royster
a.k.a. Asclepius

Guild: Phlegethon II Scenario: A Sea of Color II Location: Dining Room > Upper Deck II With: n/a II Mentions: Dulci Seraph Darkfire Toby AnimeGenork II Outfit: This

Jacqueline hadn’t expected the dining room to be so…familiar. It reminded her too much of home, so her mood was relatively soured by it all. However, she didn’t let this bitterness show, as she didn’t want to drive anyone away or lash out at someone who didn’t deserve it.

A ray of sunshine managed to peek through the sea of colors created by all the people gathered. Her favorite cousin Tobias was here, and he looked as he always did: dignified and yet somehow ridiculous all at the same time. She hadn’t seen him since her cousin Roselia’s funeral. Toby certainly looked better than he had that day. A Toby without a smile was like the sea without water. Thank goodness for that.

Jackie supposed the food was alright, although she really hated more reminders of home with her entirely wretched, strict parents. But really, this chicken was nothing like the meat her family’s chef prepared—it was way better! For once in her life, Jackie found herself enjoying such a high-quality meal. If only it could’ve lasted longer.

Alas, lunch had to come to end, and those gathered there in the dining hall were split into their “guilds.” Jackie was suddenly reminded of her brother, who was quite fond of the anime Fairy Tail, which was centered around a wizard guild. She highly doubted this was like that, but it was the only point of comparison she had. Nonetheless, she was part of Phlegethon now, and she’d stick with them for as long as they needed her. She may not be useful to them, but she’d be damned if she couldn’t try.

Catching Toby’s eye across the room, he sent her a smirk that told her not to cause any trouble. Dammit, he knew her too well. Was she really that prone to lashing out at people? Ugh, she’d have to work on that. Rolling her eyes, she merely waved at him, and then she set off for the upper deck.

As soon as she stepped outside, she held her arms out and took a deep breath. Ah, she’d missed the smell of the salty sea air the short time she’d been away from it. It almost made her want to light up a cigarette, but considering she had no idea if her guildmates would approve or not, she refrained. For now.

Leaning her back against the railing, she calmly waited for her new guildmates to arrive, gazing unblinkingly out at the rolling waves, barely noticing when others joined her.
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Kendrick Wheatley
a.k.a. Orpheus

Guild: Phlegethon II Scenario: The Chef and the Minstrel II Location: Dining Room > Upper Deck II With: Gareth PixieDust II Mentions: Jackie AnimeGenork Dulci Seraph Darkfire II Outfit: This

After eating Gareth’s perfectly delicious cake, Kendrick didn’t think he’d have enough room in his stomach for more food, but apparently he did. As soon as he arrived at the dining room with his guitar slung over his shoulder, lunch was served. Kenny hadn’t known he could be so hungry.

Sadly, he was disappointed by all the food. It wasn’t nearly as good as his “mom’s” home cooking, and it certainly didn’t compare to Gareth’s cake. He’d have to ask him later for the recipe for that cake he’d made so he could send it back to Mama Magdalene in Italy. She’d love to add to her repertoire of recipes.

He was perfectly content with going off somewhere to sing and play his guitar, but he was thwarted by the announcement of the guilds. Though he was certainly excited by the prospect of teamwork and all that jazz, he hadn’t thought this would all happen so fast. Nonetheless, he’d go along with it until he could settle down and spend time with his music.

Thankfully, he recognized a name that was called along with his. It seemed he and Gareth were both in Guild Phlegethon. A large, bright smile spread across his face. He was glad someone he had already met would be with him in this. It helped that Gareth was cute, too. Not that he’d noticed or anything.

Fingering his locket, he found himself murmuring, “Looks like I’ll be busy for a while, Luciana. Don’t get lonely up in heaven without me singing to you.” Letting it go, he sauntered over to Gareth and smiled. “Seems you’re stuck with me, then, huh? Shall we?” Their guild was supposed to meet on the upper deck to decide on a leader. He wasn’t particularly interested in the role, as he was prone to distraction, but he was sure they’d figure it out somehow.

Nudging Gareth’s arm slightly with his elbow, Kenny set off toward the upper deck, not bothering to check over his shoulder if the other boy was following him or not. Unless his memory was terrible, it should’ve been just about… Ah. There it was.

Kenny stepped outside and closed his eyes. The breeze stirred his hair slightly, and he was brought back to a happier time, when he’d rode down his city’s canals just before sunset, the most beautiful time in Venice. Shaking himself out of the memory, he looked around. Only a blond girl stood waiting, and she was busy staring at the ocean.

His thoughts were soon occupied again by the breeze. “The song of the sea is beautiful,” he murmured, grinning as he remembered how his foster siblings called him a minstrel who could compose songs from nothing. With a chuckle, he mused, The minstrel and the chef. What a great idea for a song. Perhaps he’d write that down later.

But for now, he’d wait and see how this all played out.​

 

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

Guild: Cocytus II Scenario: Farewell, My Knight II Location: Dining Room > Bar II With: (formerly) Ilya PixieDust II Mentions: Ilya PixieDust II Outfit: This

Lunch had been positively splendid. She was a bit disappointed there was no tea, but she really couldn't blame that on anyone. This wasn't London. Oh, no, this was far different. Nonetheless, she found herself actually enjoying the silence between her and Ilya. His company, though a seemingly dull one, was far better than the company of those who laughed just to make her feel better.

When the crewman announced the guilds, Ivy was immediately brought back to lessons on European history and something about the guilds and the Protestant Reformation. Maybe she could make a joke out of it. Or maybe not. She'd just have to wait and see, wouldn't see?

Unfortunately, Ilya was not in her guild, Cocytus. (Okay, she had to make a joke of that. It was far too hilarious to pass up.) So when they were dismissed, Ivy turned to him and gave him a kind smile. "I suppose this is farewell for now, dear knight. But I do hope we'll meet again." She stood up gracefully and went in the direction she'd first come to the dining room. After leaving the bar out of being bored, she was returning there again. She didn't know whether that was bad luck or just irony.

Ivy reached the bar first and settled into a stool, leaning her elbows back against the counter. Only when she had a read of the room would she break in with a joke. Then and only then. Not a second sooner. Okay, maybe once, if the first person to enter had a good sense of humor, but then she'd do it later!

Letting out a deep sigh, Ivy tilted her head, already bored. I hope my guildmates are fun, she thought, checking her watch for the time. Otherwise I'll have to tone down my comedy routine...and that would be most unfortunate.
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Given that the names were listed off in alphabetical order, Katy hadn't heard what Guild Arte had been placed in, but she heard her own Guild clear as day. Lethe. She breifly wondered what it meant as she laid her head on Valyetchka's shoulder, her arms wrapped around one of Val's. Now that she had found her friend she never wanted to let go.

So, she listened intently to the list for Valerie's name, wanting to know just what Guild she was sorted into. Styx. No! What cruel being would separate the two of them after putting them together? With a soft whimper, Katy held onto Val tighter, as if that would help the situation.

Soon, the crewman was through reading the list and people began to move to where they needed to go. Katy, however, looked up at Val with her large eyes and a slight pout. "Do I have to go without you?" Even though she had asked it, Katy knew the answer was yes. This was, after all, about her future. Still. She didn't want to leave. It would take some convincing, and maybe a little calming her down, to send her on her way to the gardens.

Ekaterina Romanov
Calypso

Guild -- Lethe
Mood -- Devastated
Location -- Dining Room
Wearing -- This

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Arte Seraph Darkfire
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Dax was quite thrilled that he got to spend his lunch with a beautiful, rather interesting girl. She may have been quiet, but when she spoke he latched onto every word. He could have chalked it up to the accent, but really, he found her fascinating. There was just something about her aura that he picked up on and adored.

He listened for both of their names as the crewman read them off. He was Cocytus...and if that didn't sound dirty, he didn't know what did. As for his companion...she was Lethe. Damn. Ah well. He was sure there would be more than one chance for them to talk later.

But it was one name that threw him off more than anything. Valerie Blanchard. As he heard it, is sat up straight and practically jumped in his seat, his knees hitting the underside of the table, causing the plates and such to rattle a little bit. The people close to them gave him a sharp look and he granted them with a sheepish smile before giving a whispered "Sorry," to Mette. Val? What the fuck was she doing here? He immediately scanned the room for her but saw no immediate sign that she was close to him. Well, chalk that up to another thing he would have to do later.

When all was said and done, he smiled at Mette. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways. Catch ya later?" His grin was charming as he turned away and left her to make his way to the bar. Being who he was, he immediately ordered a Jack and Coke before sitting next to the girl that had beat him there.

"Hey! How's it goin'?"

Maddox Davis
Theseus

Guild -- Cocytus
Mood -- Curious
Location -- Dining Room -> Bar
Wearing -- This

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Ivy AnimeGenork
Val deer ​

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Clodagh was pushing a piece of salmon around her plate, her eyes taking on a glossy sheen that showed she wasn't really paying attention to anything at all. Poor Dani. Clo had dragged the girl to her seat with her and halfway through the meal, just sort of proceeded to accidentally ignore her. It wasn't Clo's fault. She was just...a little lost in thought. Or rather, lack of thought. She was clearing her mind.

It wasn't until she heard her name that her face shot up as she glared at the crewman, only to realize that he had merely been telling her what guild she belonged in. She sighed and leaned forward, her chin set on her hand, her elbow on the table. It wasn't long before she heard Dani's name as well, and she turned her gaze to the girl, but not her head, and offered up a small smile.

Upon instruction for Guild Phlegethon to make their way to the Upper Deck. So, she stood, smoothed out her clothes, then headed to the Upper Deck, just assuming that Dani would follow her.

Once there, she looked around at the people who had already arrived. To be perfectly honest, she wasn't impressed. Nor was she unimpressed. There was one girl who seemed very peppy, and Clo could only imagine that she had ample energy in bed, but beyond that, she seemed rather boring. One girl seemed rather moody and morose, and she wasn't about to cross that line, though, she was attractive enough for at least one thrilling night. Finally, a third (male) looked innocent. Much too innocent for her taste. No, none of them drew her to them, so instead, she stuck by Dani's side and continued to study every one of them.

Clodagh O'Sullivan
Hecate

Guild -- Phlegethon
Mood -- Neutral
Location -- Dining Room -> Upper Deck
Wearing -- This

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T A G S
Dani Uxie
Dulci Seraph Darkfire
Jackie AnimeGenork
Kenny AnimeGenork ​

Coding by stellar.nova

 

[AnimeGenork]

Castiel Valdez
a.k.a. Antheia

[/I]Guild: Lethe II Scenario: Reaching for the Sun II Location: Dining Room > Garden II With: Katy stellar.nova II Mentions: Hadara mxlly Galen stellar.nova II Outfit: This

As to be expected, the dining room was gorgeous. Castiel was pleased with the setting, though he was far more pleased to be receiving food. He'd never been a terribly big fan of seafood, but he couldn't deny that the salmon was superb. His mother had been a fan of seafood, back when she was alive. So had his father. He'd been the oddball out, and he'd gotten endless teasing because of it.

Ignoring the memory rather than encouraging it or pushing it away, Cassy looked up with a blank expression at the crewman who was speaking in lieu of N. Cassy certainly hoped N actually existed, or he was afraid they'd all look incredibly foolish. For all they knew, N was just a figment of the board of directors' imagination. He highly doubted it, though. There was something else afoot.

He was rather pleased that he was in Lethe. The name suited him, and for a brief moment he wondered if this was anything like Harry Potter, a book series he'd read once upon a time with his somewhat nerdy mother. She'd been quite the Potterhead for a florist, but Cassy had found that part of his mother charming.

Damn. He was really nostalgic today, wasn't he?

Before he stood up to go the garden, he finally registered a name he'd heard on the list of names. Galen Williams? No... It couldn't be...could it? His Galen? The one he'd met on his study trip abroad a few years ago? Without meaning to, a smirk appeared on Cassy's face. Now that had been one interesting time, full of tangled sheets and yellow roses. Back at his aunt and uncle's place he had a bed dedicated purely to yellow roses in remembrance of that time. He was nothing, if not sentimental.

Perhaps he'd greet Galen later and ask how he was doing. He was never really one to show how much he cared, but the people he'd gotten close to in his twenty-two years of living always meant something to him, even if he never said so in words. Did he have a yellow rose with him? Maybe he'd give Galen that.

Cassy had hoped the girl he'd met would be in his guild, but it appeared as if she wasn't. Ah well. You couldn't always bond with another Spaniard, he supposed. As he made his way to the gardens, he whistled. What luck for him to be sent to the garden. Him, the aspiring florist.

He entered the garden only to find that he wasn't alone. "Pardon me," he said kindly, bowing slightly. "It seems we're in the same guild." Not that he wanted to be rude, but the beautiful flowers surrounding him suddenly caught his attention. They were lovely.

For once, a genuine, non-flirty smile spread across his face as he held out his hand to the flowers with all the tenderness of a father to a child. He bent down and sniffed the flowers, and they seemed to reach up to greet him. This made him chuckle softly. They were reaching for the sun.

And he planned to do the same.
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[PixieDust]

"History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it"​

Just as Francesca had been about to respond to Tobias an announcement was made over the intercom which she listened to with her complete attention. They were going to be placed into guilds? How fascinating! The names of the guilds were instantly familiar to her as the rivers that ran through the underworld in Greek mythology. It seemed quite apt that they should be named thus considering the location of the university. Fran could not help smiling to herself as she thought of placing an old patched and frayed hat on her head and her guild being called. She wondered what depths of the personality could be plundered by her simple essay and whether she would agree with her 'sorting'. Unfortunately being placed in a guild was not nearly as exciting as a talking telepathic wizard's hat. Her guild was called (Oceanus) and she was told to remain in the dining area which she did, waiting for the other guilds to leave before even thinking of approaching the rest of her guild.

Francesca was acutely aware that she was fiddling with the pleats on her skirt, obviously nervous. She calmed ever so slightly when she saw that Tobias was also still with her and with a deep breath she approached everyone, hiding her nerves behind a semi-guise of cool intellect. "Hello there. My name is Francesca Simmons, I believe I shall be part of Oceanus guild alongside you all." She deliberately placed herself beside Tobias simply for comfort's sake. "I also think the most democratic approach to appointing a leader would be to vote. However, none of us know whether any of us have the right leadership qualities. Perhaps it would be better to assess everyone's worth in a logical straightforward way. I must say I find a set criteria incredibly satisfying."

guild: Oceanus | location: the dining room | scenario: meeting the guild
with: Tobias AnimeGenork Avril and Galen stellar.nova | mentions: n/a​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Oliver Jarrell
a.k.a. Coeus (Titan)

Guild: Styx IIScenario: Oh No, I Have to Be Social II Location: Dining Room > Game Room II With: Phil stellar.nova Cami Athens II Mentions: Aria diwa Milo ScatteredStars II Outfit: This

Oliver wasn't known for his graceful exits, and the one he performed out of the library certainly wasn't one of them. Noticing that the girl seemed to be even less okay because of his presence, Olly had simply put the book down and backed away as a sign of peace. It seemed the girl had registered his face as someone else's, perhaps someone who had wronged her in the past. He certainly hoped to apologize later, in case she held a grudge against him for his similarity to such a person.

Instead, he'd made his way to the dining room, making sure to find a corner where he could read uninterrupted. Chainani's words were woven far too elegantly for Olly to make a big fuss over the food, though he had to admit they went along beautifully with the narrative. He'd just reached the point (again) where Tedros mistook Sophie for a Good student when the crewman began addressing the room.

Wishing he didn't have to stop reading, Olly looked up, instinctively bringing his book closer to himself. His mind raced as he registered the use of the term "guild." He appreciated the reference to groups of merchants and other professions used as a way to collectively protect goods from robbers and the like. Another thought that occurred was the use of the term in Fairy Tail, but he quickly pushed that thought away.

The next thing his brain latched onto was the names of the guilds. Weren't the names of the rivers in the Underworld, at least according to Greek mythology? What a clever nod to the ancient culture of Greece! Olly smiled. He loved it when proper kudos were given to ancient cultures. He could only hope he wasn't the only one who made the connection.

Well, he was in the guild with the most recognizable name (at least to those who even vaguely knew Greek mythology), Styx. He was supposed to make his way to the game room to elect a leader from his comrades. Oh, dear. That meant he had to socialize. He wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready at all. His heart began racing as he hurried over to the game room for fear of being late. Far more awkwardness would ensue if that were the case.

Thankfully, he wasn't the last one. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. Two people had gotten ahead of him, and both were girls. Oh no. That wasn't good. Ever since the incident in high school, Olly had found it harder and harder to talk to or even be in the same space as a girl. But two? That was asking too much.

Trying his best to avoid interacting with them, he simply nodded to them in greeting, mustering all the (lacking) confidence he had to walk past them and station himself at the pinball machine, possibly the safest location in the room. Meanwhile, his heart raced as he attempted to avoid hyperventilating. He opened his book again for the wait, gluing his eyes to the pages rather than lifting them to meet the eyes of the girls with him. They seemed close, so perhaps they wouldn't notice him... Oh, dear, he hoped that were true.

He hoped he wouldn't have to say anything at all.
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