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cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul

Alina Soleil




location | the flying dutchman

outfit | x

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Returning to the academy always felt as if she was coming home in many ways, just as returning to France felt the same way once the semesters ended. And to think that in the past she had wanted nothing to do with this side of her lineage, that she had shunned everything that had anything to do with her father. Alina still held him accountable for his abandonment, for leaving her mother all alone in the delivery room and never once reaching out to them. But instead of the hate that she once felt Alina was merely indifferent when it came to her father, despite his status as a god, a divine being Alina only viewed him as the man who had abandoned the one he had supposedly loved.

She would admit that good things had come out of accepting this part of herself. She found a family of those like her, who also knew what it felt like to be abandoned. She had made friends and learned how to control her powers. Now no harm would come to her or her mother, any monster who dared cross her was dealt with swiftly. There was no more living in fear of an attack.

In the past the goodbye between her and her mother was always tear filled. Alina hated that she couldn’t tell the person she held dear about such a huge part of herself. She knew her mother worried for her. Having no idea where she was, only being able to contact one another through mail and seeing each other during breaks. But as they years passed and Alina grew into herself there were no more tears. Her mother knew that she would be able to handle herself and whatever came her way.

The young demigoddess smiled as she looked out at the calm sea, the motion of the waves soothing and bringing a sense of peace to her. Around her students both new and old chattered excitedly or nervously. Though that was perhaps due to the undead pirate crew that attended and steered the ship. She chuckled lightly as she watched some newbies shuffle away from the figures, she remembered how unnerved she had been upon first seeing them. But oh they were in for far more once they reached Mythos.










coded by weldherwings.

 
Maureen gave a deep sigh. She had a...complicated relationship with school. She adored her classes and professors, but she loathed the abundance of students. Freshman year had been hard on her, it brought back a lot of bad memories of her final years of ‘regular’ schooling. Despite her father assuring her this year would be better, Maureen had little faith in the prediction. Her mother didn’t choose him for his prophetic abilities.
The worse thing, though, in Maureen’s mind was the fact that she would be away from her father for so long. She had even begun drafting her first letter. For most of her life, Maureen’s father was her best, and only, friend. The eccentric, slightly scattered, poet and his daughter shared a special bond. They understood each other on a deep level, as if they existed on their own unique wavelength. After so many years of just having each other, they could communicate with the simplest look or action. Around strangers, there was no familiarity or comforting silence. Just awkwardness and uncomfortably long pauses in forced conversation.
And the promise she made burned at the back of her mind. She had done the unthinkable. She had promised her father she’d join a club.
It was a terrifying idea that Maureen needed to get over quickly. She didn’t want to disappoint her father, no matter how mortifying the whole situation would be. With any luck, there’d be an involvement fair, and she could just sign up for some random club and never have to actually go. It wasn’t ideal, but it would satisfy her promise. Her father didn’t say she had to actually GO to the club meetings.
Maureen let out a low groan. This year was gonna be hell.
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Eoghan was looking forward to his senior year. With a little luck, he’d pass his final classes with flying colors, and hopefully prove to his mentors that he was worth taking on for an apprenticeship.
Master Andros, a son of Vulcan, was the head blacksmith at the university and even sat on the college council. Eoghan wanted more than anything to work under him. His tutelage would be an amazing opportunity for the young smith.
But that was a long ways away. For now, Eoghan needed to stay focused on the present. The boat was packed with people, which made him slightly uneasy, but he pushed his discomfort deep down. He was looking for someone in particular. It was lucky she had the notable fiery red hair of Brigid, or Eoghan might have not caught her.
“Hello cuz.” She looked up and gave a cold greeting. If anyone had looked at them, they would have thought that Eoghan and Maureen didn’t get along, but Eoghan knew she was grumpy and Maureen knew that Eoghan rarely smiled. “Could I sit with you?”
“Sure, go ahead,” she muttered.
“Thanks.” He dropped his backpack next to her and they sat in silence for a few minutes. “How’s your dad?”
“He’s good. Yours?”
“Fine as well…”
“You’re very talkative, Eoghan.”
“Hmm.” Eoghan picked at his calloused hands and thought about what to say. After a few seconds he managed to speak. “If...if you need anything this year...you can...y’know.” Maureen’s expression softened. “Y’know what I’m saying, right?”
“Yeah...thanks Eoghan.”
“Good.” They returned to their silence, but Maureen cracked the smallest smile. At least she had someone to be quiet with.

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rhiannon




While a new year for some people meant more structure, a new school year at Mythos Academy meant more freedom for Rhiannon. The demi-goddess loved her father, but he couldn't understand his daughter's sudden decision not to enlist in the military and enrolling in a foreign school instead. Though she could never tell her father the real reason she'd changed her mind so impulsively or the truth about her school, she tried her hardest to make her father understand that she was doing what was best for her, not what he thought was best for her.

Even before her sudden departure to Mythos, her father had never been an affectionate man. Since choosing to attend college the distance between the two had only grown, while Rhiannon wasn't the most well-liked person at Mythos Academy it still felt more like home than the military base her father was currently living on. Despite not really knowing her mother, the daughter of Morrigan felt more connected to her godly heritage than her mortal side since attending the academy.

The sight of the creaky old boat filled her with a sense of comfort, knowing that yet another adventure was about to begin. Her father had been too busy to see her off at the dock so they'd had their traditional last dinner together of the school year the night before. The older man had given her an awkward hug and a firm pat on the back as she'd finished packing her things. Of course she'd miss him and their weekly Saturday marathon, whether they played baseball, lifted weights, or went for a run the father-daughter unit always made an effort to workout together while the younger Anndrasdan was home on break. Yet despite her father being the only family she'd had growing up, Mythos had filled a part of her she hadn't even realized was missing.

As she boarded the boat she spotted a familiar head of dark hair and broad shoulders, making her way over to where he stood and putting down her things. The brunette dropped down into the seat beside him with an irritated huff, green eyes scanning the deck for familiar faces before she turned back to the person beside her.

"I see the minotaur's haven't killed you yet?" She remarked as Dimitri turned to face her, a cheeky grin pulling up the corners of her lips as a frown pulled at his.







daughter of morrigan
mood: excited
location: boarding the ship
interactions: dimitri/open
outfit: x
dimitri




It had been a mostly uneventful summer, in fact perhaps the most boring summer of Dimitri's whole life. Which in the life of a demi-god, was a good thing. Now that he'd been attending Mythos for a while his abilities were mostly under control, and the one good thing about being a legacy instead of a direct descendent was that his magical blood wasn't as strong, meaning less chance of drawing attention.

Since his mother's death, it felt like everything was always changing. She'd died only shorlty before his eighteenth birthday and his vision of Nemesis, since then his life had been one long spiral. It seemed like things were finally falling into place for the young man and settling down. Returning to Mythos meant new faces however, and old ones. It wasn't that DImitri didn't like Mythos, it was just that he didn't get along with most of his fellow students. He had a bad case of resting "i hate everyone" face, and opening his mouth to speak rather harshly probably didn't help that.

Speaking of old faces, before he could begin to protest, the tiny nightmare that was Rhiannon Anndrasdan was plopping herself down into the seat beside him rather ungracefully. Despite her small stature she managed to still intrude on his space and force him to readjust his sitting position. He glared at her as she grinned back at him, it was truthfully astounding how someone so small could be so annoying.

He strongly considered throwing the little brunette overboard, she was quite small compared to him even if she was all muscle, it wouldn't be too hard to just toss her right in the freezing water. He strongly, strongly considered it. Yet in spite of her insistence to get on his every last nerve, Rhiannon had found her way into his heart like an incredibly annoying, microscopic parasite. They'd had a pretty intense rivalry in just about everything since they'd both started attending Mythos, but eventually she'd worn him down and though he'd never admit it, he considered her one of his closest friends.

"You know it's not polite to assume you can just sit next to me." The older boy remarked, raising an eyebrow at the dark-haired girl beside him. "Perhaps I was saving that seat for someone." He remarked, earning a boisterous laugh from Rhiannon and a glare from him in return.

"Oh, please. Who would possibly want to sit next to you?" She teased, looking at him incredulously as his frown started to break into a hint of a smile.






legacy of nemesis
mood: increasingly irritated
location: boarding the ship
interactions: rhiannon/open
outfit: x




children of mythos





coded by weldherwings.
 

  • location: The Flying Dutchman
    outfit: OOTD
    ❛ interaction: Rhiannon ❜
    ✦ Minaam Ellahi ✦​

    Minaam’s eyes began to flutter as she awoke from her nap. In all of her years in attending Mythos, even though she hated the very idea of her bloodline, it was the ride that she hated the most. She wasn’t one to be travel sick, she actually loved long drives and flights to different places. But the Flying Dutchman? She would rather gouge her eye out slowly than be awake for the majority of this journey. It was precisely why she would always take sleeping tablets to help with the motion sickness. Her first journey was the worst, almost practically throwing up on the student next to her. She even remembers when the semester ended, running up to her father in tears, hugging him and never wanting to let go. But this was the promise she made to him. That she would try to understand this side of her, not just for her sake but for his sake.

    She began to slowly blink the sleep away from her eyes before realising there was a weight and a weird warmth on her shoulder. She turned to see a student, probably a first year, napping on her shoulder. “Ugh – as if!” she yelled before pushing them off, eyebrows furrowed in disgust before standing up and dusting herself off. She looked over to find the first year still asleep. She rolled her eyes. Figures. She then opened up her purse before digging around for her compact mirror. Her eyes lit up as she felt it in her grasp before pulling it out and looking at her own reflection. Her hair was still good, makeup still good, outfit wasn’t crumpled. She quickly dusted off the shoulder that the other student was sleeping on before looking around. Where was everyone?

    She sighed; this is what she gets for never being awake on this god forsaken ride. She let out a deep exhale before standing on her tips toes to see if anyone she knew was in immediate sight – they weren’t. She pursed her lips in realisation that she would actually have to go and look for them. The sea of new students was blocking her vision from seeing any potential people that she may know. She could take another sleeping pill, knock herself out for the remainder of the journey. But that wasn’t good for her, she at least knew that. She held onto railings, walls, anything she could find really to get herself a bit more steady as she looked around. She had no idea where she was going. Maybe find a familiar face.

    She smiled upon spotting her friend, Rhiannon. Out of all the people she’d met in her first year, Rhiannon was the only person who gave Minaam a chance really. Minaam had a reputation in her previous school for being the typical, popular mean girl that you would see in films. It isn’t really something she could excuse; she wasn’t that great of a person. But she wanted to be better and do better. So, when she first arrived at mythos it was actually pretty hard to make friends. People didn’t really approach her. Maybe it was something to do with her attitude? Her aura? But Rhiannon did. And from there stemmed a lasting friendship.

    “Hey!” she said as she walked up to Rhiannon and sat next to her. “We’re not even into the main bulk of this ride and I had first year drool on me.” she complained as she rested her head on her friends’ shoulder. “Were we like this when we first came?” she asked as her eyes scanned around.

    a z u l a a z u l a
    code by @fudgecakez

 
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name
elias damgaard



mood
excited



outfit
x



location
big dusty boat



interactions
Eoghan.



mentions
Sora.



tags
Caoimhe_ Caoimhe_ Maxilgal Maxilgal



tl;dr
vibing.



A historic wonder of a ship gliding on serene sapphire waves, bright rays of light diving into the vibrant depths below. This scene was nothing short of a romantic painting; idyllic and wondrous yet equally daunting through the dominant sway of nature. Most could likely appreciate or even admire the inspiring sight, but Elias was.. preoccupied, to say the least.

Unfortunately for the excitable Junior, sea-legs and he had never really grown all that acquaintanced. They had met a couple of times, had a few nice chats, but they never really seemed to get along that well. It had always confused Elias considering he did live eerily close to the ocean and was no stranger to it, but some things simply weren’t meant to be.

Call it fate, karma, or just being a little whiny child; the truth at hand was that Elias didn’t dare to look at the ocean even if it meant certain death. No way was he ever going to risk his traumatizing freshman blunder again. “Vomit boy” wasn’t exactly a great starting title, nor did he ever miss it once it died down.

Luckily, the years he spent hard at work shifted his reputation for the better, and these days Elias had enough people to keep him distracted. And so, maneuvring around like a baby bird learning to walk, he made his way across the boat, eventually catching sight of a particular redhead he couldn’t wait to pester.

“well, well, we-oah,” Stumbling slightly thanks to the minimal rocking of the boat, Elias quickly regained stability, firmly placing his hand on Eoghan’s shoulder.

“If it isn’t the life of the party!” He would go on teasingly, finishing his sentence as if the slight ocean breeze totally didn’t just nearly floor him. Elias’s accent was a.. peculiar one, serving a bootleg British pronunciation with every sentence, adding a nice bit of American grammar at the side and topping it off with the delicious selective Danish missteps.

“Man, I missed you! I haven’t seen you in like, what, a 100 years? A 1000? What have you even been up to? Wait- wait- wait, let me guess,” Elias would ramble on, ushering himself to the seat opposite to Eoghan, flashing a swift yet friendly smile at the unknown girl sitting opposite to the redhead family before focusing his attention back at his prey.

“Hmm, let me think. Drinkinggg...some broodinggg.. more drinkinggg and- wait, let me look into those vigorous eyes for a sec,”

Elias passionately leaned forward, impish flames searing in his eyes during his spree of blabbering. He had a lot of enthusiasm saved up that just had to escape.

Squinting his eyes dramatically, Elias let out another inquisitive hum before leaning back into his seat.

“Yep, you’ve totally been mingling with your metal again. Made any more fancy spoons?” He’d prophesize confidently, unbothered by the unconventional choice of words for saying ‘blacksmithing’.

Giggling brightly and earnestly at his own antics, Elias dropped the high energy just a notch and relaxed in his seat. He was honestly very glad to be going back to the academy, as much as he had enjoyed his holiday. Schoolwork definitely wasn’t his definition of fun, but the people and hobbies the junior had grown to love were worth the trouble.

“So, how are we feeling? Excited to be back, or - more importantly - to see me?” Elias inquired with joking, teasing intent hunched up in the last few words. It was always fun to see how much affection people that were naturally a tad.. closed off would dare to show, although it was debatable whether such experiments were all that ethical.
an apple a day keeps the doctors away
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: A little nervous -- not a fan of boats.

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: Boaty McBoatface
basics
MENTIONS:
n/a

INT:
open!
tags
TL;DR Elle doesn't like people or boats = not a great time.
tl;dr
Elle Peters
Daughter of Hades
Saying goodbye to her mother was hard enough. She gave a small hug before entering the taxi, promising to be a good student and to not run away during class to do other things as she did in high school. It would be the first time she left her mother completely, and Elle couldn't lie; she was nervous as fuck. Her mother was too swamped with work to be able to send her off and so she'd be leaving on her own. Elle fidgeted with her bracelet as the taxi driver attempted to make small talk with her. She had put off going to the school for almost a year now and she hadn't planned on going until the recent monster attack. After that, both she and her mother knew that it was best.

Even though she knew she would be safer, the dark-haired girl couldn't help but feel a growing sense of impending doom as they reached the destination. The only way to get to this school was by boat. While being on a boat didn't bother her as much as planes and driving a car, it still freaked her out enough that she was tempted to just jump out of the taxicab and run away and never come back.

"Alright lady, we're here. That'll be 42$" The taxi driver man grumbled to her in a gruff tone, his dark beady eyes looking at her accusingly. Elle raised her eyebrows in shock before craning her neck to look at the meter. Squinting her blue eyes, she could see that it, in fact, did not say 42, but 32. Noticing her eyes looking at the price, he immediately began to block the meter and demanded her to pay.

"40 bucks? Are you trying to scam me right now?" She argued, digging into her backpack for change. Looking through her purse, she found two twenties, but couldn't find any dollar bills. Glancing up at him and back at her cash, she made a quick decision. She threw one the 20 dollar bills at his face before bolting out of the cab, running towards wherever the boat was. Elle *did not* like running. She absolutely hated it, but if it meant getting out of overpaying some old man who was trying to scam young women, she'd be all for it.

Panting by the time she reached the ship, her nerves that suddenly disappeared during escapade came rushing back. Glancing around her to see if anyone else was entering the boat, she shook her hands nervously before trying to enter as if she was as cool as a cucumber. As she walked on the upper deck, she noticed other people around her age mingling about, some seeming to have a great time, others not. It boggled her mind to think that everyone there had a godly parent of some kind and could probably kill her if they wanted to. Not that it mattered, she could probably kill them back with her... 'dead' powers after all.

When she first came into her powers, it freaked her out, really. She wasn't exactly a fan of dead things and so finding out you're the daughter of the guy who basically controlled dead things wasn't so fun. She knew she'd eventually grow into it-- maybe, but it still took some getting used. Taking a deep breath, she decided to avoid people for now. She did not want to get off on the wrong foot on her first day, especially when someone could easily just throw her off the boat. Finding a somewhat secluded area, she took a seat and took out one of her geology history books to pass the time.
code by valen t.

MOOD: Excited but shy!

OUTFIT: x

LOCATION: Boat
basics
MENTIONS:
Maureen & Eoghan ( Maxilgal Maxilgal )

INT:
open!
tags
TL;DR Enjoying the scenery
tl;dr
Maren Evans
Daughter of Asteria
To say Maren was shy would be an understatement. While she wished her father was there to hug her, she knew her mother was in the stars watching over her and that was enough to comfort her as she made her way onto the boat. While Mare never met her mother, she knew that if her dad had loved her, Mare would simply love her too. Her father would always make comments about her mother, never enough for Maren to have an idea who she was, but still enough to know that she was lovely. Mare only wished that her father was alive when she had her vision. He would've been so excited to have found out her heritage and so so proud. But not everything works like that so instead, Maren was alone.

Maren was excited to meet new people, especially people who would be like her but for some reason, she just couldn't make the effort to approach someone and say hi. Instead, she headed to the edge of the boat and looked into the water, admiring its beautiful state. She was always a fan of nature and living in Alaska really helped evolve that emotion. Even though she knew she'd look silly, she closed her eyes and took it all in. She was where she wanted to be; all the stars were aligned. She could smell the sea salt in the air, the warm breeze coming off the ocean, and tangling in her silvery hair; it was perfect. Looking around once again, she wondered if she should approach someone. Her eyes caught sight of two people: a man and a woman who were seemingly having small talk. They both adorned red hair and freckles as well as an Irish accent from what Maren could hear. As began to take a step towards them before shaking her head and turning around.

What if they were mean? What if they didn't like her? The blonde couldn't shake these quivering thoughts and abandoned her idea of possibly making friends. Perhaps later she'd find someone. For now, she decided to spend her time with the ocean, as she barely got to see it in this condition.
code by valen t.
 

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Tags: Caoimhe_ Caoimhe_ (Interacted) a z u l a a z u l a (Mentioned briefly) Danidify Danidify (Mentioned briefly) lion. lion. (Mentioned Briefly) | Location: The so-called "Flying Dutchman"
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This was it. The second year back at Mythos. Being a Sophomore made Mia felt far comfortable than she had as a Freshman. In the beginning when all of this started, she was pretty upset. Considering she had to leave home to attend some stupid "god school" due to the fact that she was apparently the daughter of Zeus. The god of the Sky. In ways she could see it, and in others she wanted to refuse it. Simply because he was the reason why she grew up without her biological father there. Left her mother to fend for herself. How could she forgive someone for that? During her freshman year, it was rough, all she could think of was how much she hated being there just because Zeus told her to. But in the end, all of that was worth it. Learning how her powers worked, while gaining some friends in the process...Annndd maybe a love-hate relationship with a guy named Draven. Her other friends were quite silly and fun to be around. One or two were in her grade while the others were one year up. The chances of running into them on the boat was going to be pretty large, but they may be catching up with others.

Elias was one of her friends, a cute boy with a wonderful smile that could welcome anyone. Though his personality was quite fun and she liked that about him. Another was Oliver, a golden-brown male, who's stare was pretty intense but his personality was sweet. From the outer perspective, she seemed to be around more Males than Females. It's not that she did it on purpose, but she found some guys easy to get along with. Anyways, besides that, she could have been found sitting on the rail of the boat, looking out at the water while the gentle breeze brushed her exposed skin. A jacket over her white dress, while her shoes were simple black sandals. Luckily, no one had been bothered to bother her while she minded her own business, listening to the mumbles and bumbles of the bunches of people upon the boat. If she were to look, she'd see some fresh faces Those are definitely freshman. she thought to herself before someone came up next to her for just a few moments. Though, not close, he wasn't entirely far either.

Moving her attention from him, she simply listened, picking up barely anything from what he was saying. It was almost like another language that she hadn't heard before. Raising her eyebrow, her green gaze returned to the male, though his gaze seemed to meet his own as he suddenly went English and asked her about a reading. A reading. she stated within her mind as she shifted carefully to get off the rail, watching him take a seat while she straightened up her dress briefly before following him with slightly narrowing eyes "A reading?" Mia asked "I don't think you'd like to read what I may have." now that she had spoken a little more, her accent was clearer, definitely Australian. Though it wasn't on the 100% heavy side. There was some American mixed in there. Besides that, she was skeptical about the reading. Simply because she found it to be phony but...She was a kid of Zeus so...Maybe not so phony. "Since you already want to read me, I guess I should tell you my name, get some things out of the way." she said with a small smile, taking a seat next to the blue-eyed male. "I'm Mia." she introduced "Short and sweet." she released a small giggle, her hands resting in her lap. "Unfortunately, I'm the daughter of Zeus. What about you?" the slight tilt of her head definitely increased her look of curiosity.
 

A wistful smile was displayed on his lips as he gazed out of the horizon. Behind him his fellow school mates, old and new faces, catching up, bonding over something trivial. Misha was too bored to notice that his eyes drifted and gaze upon the colors of the water while being disturbed by the waves created by their boat. The weather was fairly well and the color of the sky reminded him of the seed pearls and the surface of the Gatchina Palace egg he stole just this summer. A grin escaped from his lips as he remembered that eventful venture.

It came to him in a dream. Okay, it was a lie. Ever since he laid his eyes on the Gatchina Palace, the Fabergé egg commissioned by Tzar Nicholas II of Russia for his mother, the Dowager Empress Maria Fedorovna for an Easter celebration in the year 1901, in Walters Art Museum, it became some sort of obsession. He even visited the workshop of Mikhail Pehrkin himself to get a clear view. Not leaving anything to chance, or perhaps his hand was just too quick and stealing is easy, he left the workshop in St. Petersburg with a piece of paper owned by the craft master himself.


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Name: Mikhail Morozova
Godly Parent: Morpheus; Greek God of Dreams
Location: deck
Mood: bored thief
Mentions: ---
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The egg plagued his dreams and he could say it was more vivid because using his ability, he managed to speak with the craft master. In his dream, Misha found him in a ramshackled but cozy house in the middle of a forest, deep within the Siberian tundra. In front of the house was a frozen lake that glimmers like crystals. It was a harsh winter but the frosted trees and the snow-covered grounds were so beautiful that he couldn't bear to hate the weather. It was a great vista and it compensated for the damning cold. The craftmaster was a drunken Russian guy who's chugging vodka like there was no tomorrow. It took him a while to get him to talk but once Misha mentioned the egg, he couldn't stop talking about it. He told the young man how he poured his blood, sweat and tears just to perfect the commissioned egg. To make it more unique and not just another egg. And that he felt bad about what happened to the family. Apparently, he was one of the people who believed Anastasiya survived the massacre. Even in death, his belief was too strong. Their talk wasn't a long one though, because the older Russian started drinking to his heart content just like a real Russian man while cooking some herring with marinated mushrooms and singing a catchy Russian sea shanty so Misha decided to leave him in peace.

After the eventful dream, Misha decided to work on his project. Not letting the craftmaster down, he managed to create an exact replica of the egg just within 6 months after enlisting the help of a few people that was blessed with the gift of artistry in the Academy. They had the supplies but the actual handcrafting was done by him. He knew they could do the deed just like himself, but Mikhail doesn't trust them with it. And he knew it wouldn't feel right. It took him a while but he wanted to capture every excruciating detail the creative worker did on the original egg. From the cannons, a flag flying high standing in one of the turrets of the castle, and a statue standing in the middle of the detailed grounds. Mikhail copied them in depth and he knew the great craftmaster, his namesake, would be proud. Probably angry at first, because what he did was illegal but definitely proud because of the final product.

Planting the egg and exchanging them for the real one was no easy task but he had a selected crew he paid with a portrait bust they nicked along with the egg. The crew knew nothing about the stealing of the Faberge egg so there wasn’t fuss when it came to dividing the loot. They also managed to sell the bust for a good sum of money.

It was the last heist he did before boarding the Dutchman back to his junior year and the actual egg was sitting perfectly inside his bag along with his boxers and daily wear. It will be a good bedside décor in his dorm.

He was pulled back from his reverie when he heard the undead crew of the Dutchman grumble and groan while walking past him. His heart skipped its beat, after all these years, he was still surprised and a bit scared whenever he saw the crew of their boat. Misha suppressed a shudder and just smiled awkwardly at the crew even though he wasn’t sure if they’re aware of them before going back to staring at the vast expanse in front of him.

 
FEELING: terrified, excited
location: Flying Dutchman
❛ interaction ❜: N/A

this scrolls too btw just in case the text overflows

✦ BISHOP ✦​

Another school year ahead meant another year of having to travel there on this god forsaken ship.

Bishop sighed.

Okay, so the ship wasn’t the main issue here. It was the miles upon miles of deep dangerous water they were sailing on with no hint of land in sight.

He took a calming breath.

Maybe if he could distract himself he’d be able to forget about it and get to the school without completely freaking out.
I mean there was plenty to be thinking about. He was coming up on the first day of school. And sure while it’s not as nerve wracking as freshman year or hectic and senior year he still had to get his room set up and hope he had a good roommate. Or no roommate at all. Wouldn’t that be the dream?

He always found something exciting about going back to school, though. Maybe it was just the prospect of a different routine than his summer antics, seeing his old friends and getting to mess around, or the possibilities of all the new things he would get to learn.

He loved his parents, really. But getting to learn more about his birth mother was always so interesting. It made him feel closer to her. And he admired her and the things she did.

Okay, so maybe the whole starting a war thing wasn’t the best but… Oh come on! She started a war! With a fucking apple! That’s awesome! So yeah, learning about his mother was something that he did often. Going to the library to grab books on her and studying them intensely.

Even before he’d left home he’d tried to learn a bit about her after he'd discovered his true lineage. And his mothers had been nothing but supportive.

But the library at school was unparalleled to any old library he’d ever been in.

He gave a happy sigh but was quickly thrown out of his good mood when the swaying of the ship brought him back to reality.

He glanced up and out at the water. An action he quickly realized was a mistake.

He shivered and decided it was probably best to move away from the edge of the boat, lest he fall in. Wouldn't that be a good traumatizing start to the year?

In his haste he nearly bumped into one of the undead members of the crew, too frantic to even mumble an apology.

As he walked he looked around at everyone mingling.

One of the best parts of a new school year, though, may be that he gets a whole new influx of people to mess with and keep him entertained.

Another sway of the ship makes his stomach flip and he decides that, despite the familiar faces he sees he needs to take a breather before he really starts freaking out.

He tilts his head up in a silent prayer to whatever god or goddess is listening. He makes his way around the ship and finds the bathroom to take a moment in.

With another sigh he opens the door and steps inside.

He stands at the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. He puts his hands to his cheeks and notices he's a bit pale.

He let's out something between a sigh and a groan.

Jeez, with the amount of sighing he's been doing he'll run out of air before they reach the school.

Another sway of the ship has him gripping the sink, trying to anchor himself.

Though, at the moment running out of air isn't sounding like such a bad idea.

Maybe he'll even pass out if he's lucky.
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Dani is most definitely pouting. Tugging at the sleeves of her shirt and the hem of her dress once more, she focuses her attention on the sky above. 'It's definitely a little brighter as opposed to England,' she bites her cheek as she thinks. The daughter of Demeter heaves a sigh as she remembers home. It isn't very long ago that she believed herself to be nothing but an ordinary human only to find out that she actually holds the blood of a goddess.

Remembering all the tears she shed upon finding out her true identity, Dani fidgets slightly. She was perfectly content with what she had, but now she has to attend some bizarre school for the safety of herself and her family. How is she supposed to process that information? The lives of herself and her loved ones are now constantly at risk solely because of her bloodline—solely because of something she has absolutely no control over. Dani brings her gaze down to her hands, slightly toying with them. She doesn't resent her mother, she's just confused. Her father was probably put through hell and back every single time she asked about her when the poor man didn't have answers either.

Deciding to put the thought aside, she reaches into her backpack and pulls out a bag of fruit. The sweet sensation is enough to ease her mind once again as her eyes drift to the very interesting crew on board.

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“And if I fail myself, father?”

His head hangs low against the fretwork of the confessional box, sawed down as prey to his thoughts. It’s arduous to make out his features where the light is deterred. Thick black hair blizzards across his face, and the paring of his skin that chisels out against the wood lattice is nothing truer than the tone of the pallid anniversary signing together a white swan to its sense of pride. His eyes, flaked together by the decimality of the soil that is left uncrossed by the foot of mankind, glimmers towards the shadow of a priest behind the wall.

“My boy,” says he with a loose, dry laugh, “You must know what I’ll tell you. But, you want to hear it for yourself again like every year, don’t you?”

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"Oh, please. Who would possibly want to sit next to you?"

"I could-” disrupted Draven flatly, standing at length away from the duo, letting his eyes stray for the first time from the water, “never.”

The Flying Dutchman was a vessel that was divested of her queenship too soon. Ghost ship of age was what she was, but she resumed to play young. Her oaken wood, amid the spraying ocean blue, were the athletic, husky bones of a whale. She was a dexterous swimmer too, frolicking her fins when the waves ushered in close. Her ivory sails were her teeth; her windy ruffles often creased into a muss of a laugher into the spangled clouds. Suchlike vivacity was commendable; unfortunately, it also was distinguishable in the girl that violently sat down next to his nephew.

Rhiannon Anndrasdan—or Rhia—although he’d never call her by the nickname aloud was an impudent troublemaker who was irritantly beautiful. With two years of rooming and dismissive talk, the latter was not apparent at first sight for him. Only on nights where she strode through the door with rash black whisks of hair vining out her tight braid, lithe muscles terse from training did he learn that there was more behind the daughter of Morrigan. He grew to know that the green cocooned in the wide rings of irises was not the botanics of a weak forest that dries in winter, but it was uncompromising jade that sprouts without nature’s law. He still disliked her. Sort of.

Dimitri Mitreas, on all of Draven’s England posh money, was no more of a preferable acquaintance. He was clad in black, and for all stars in the world, he couldn’t have robbed another color. Dimitri, to an extent, was a reflection of him in the flesh. Neither escaped the night Nemesis carried; her darkness plunged them ink deep for hair and eyes. His nephew sat like Pandora's box, slightly aslant, and enough to draw the mystery of many first years.

“You’re both behaving,” Draven acknowledged, crossing together his elbows in suspicion.

“Either you both of you...ahem...coerced in deep osculating formalities-” His eyes shifted from one to the other with an understanding notion, “Or...you’re both waiting for us to get deeper into international waters to feed the nearly extinct and over hunted sharks....”

He looked at them with a mock of self-importance and miserably attempted at a smile, “What’s the thing that they say? Sacrifice for the better good. Wouldn’t it be nice to help out their population?”

Grimly, his gaze returned to the salted marine waters, eavesdropping on the new presence that invited herself beside Rhiannon. Fascinating how one can pick up on an identity at the directive of vocals. Minaam Ellahi, to Draven, always sounded like a violet Bordeaux having a curved cataract into a glass of cubed ice.

“Worse. You’re still like them, Minaam, ” he minimally retorted, keeping his chin locked straightforward.

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“And if I fail myself, father?”

His head hangs low against the fretwork of the confessional box, sawed down as prey to his thoughts. It’s arduous to make out his features where the light is deterred. Thick black hair blizzards across his face, and the paring of his skin that chisels out against the wood lattice is nothing truer than the tone of the pallid anniversary signing together a white swan to its sense of pride. His eyes, flaked together by the decimality of the soil that is left uncrossed by the foot of mankind, glimmers towards the shadow of a priest behind the wall.

“My boy,” says he with a loose, dry laugh, “You must know what I’ll tell you. But, you want to hear it for yourself again like every year, don’t you?”

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"Oh, please. Who would possibly want to sit next to you?"

"I could-” disrupted Draven flatly, standing at length away from the duo, letting his eyes stray for the first time from the water, “never.”

The Flying Dutchman was a vessel that was divested of her queenship too soon. Ghost ship of age was what she was, but she resumed to play young. Her oaken wood, amid the spraying ocean blue, were the athletic, husky bones of a whale. She was a dexterous swimmer too, frolicking her fins when the waves ushered in close. Her ivory sails were her teeth; her windy ruffles often creased into a muss of a laugher into the spangled clouds. Suchlike vivacity was commendable; unfortunately, it also was distinguishable in the girl that violently sat down next to his nephew.

Rhiannon Anndrasdan—or Rhia—although he’d never call her by the nickname aloud was an impudent troublemaker who was irritantly beautiful. With two years of rooming and dismissive talk, the latter was not apparent at first sight for him. Only on nights where she strode through the door with rash black whisks of hair vining out her tight braid, lithe muscles terse from training did he learn that there was more behind the daughter of Morrigan. He grew to know that the green cocooned in the wide rings of irises was not the botanics of a weak forest that dries in winter, but it was uncompromising jade that sprouts without nature’s law. He still disliked her. Sort of.

Dimitri Mitreas, on all of Draven’s England posh money, was no more of a preferable acquaintance. He was clad in black, and for all stars in the world, he couldn’t have robbed another color. Dimitri, to an extent, was a reflection of him in the flesh. Neither escaped the night Nemesis carried; her darkness plunged them ink deep for hair and eyes. His nephew sat like Pandora's box, slightly aslant, and enough to draw the mystery of many first years.

“You’re both behaving,” Draven acknowledged, crossing together his elbows in suspicion.

“Either you both of you...ahem...coerced in deep osculating formalities-” His eyes shifted from one to the other with an understanding notion, “Or...you’re both waiting for us to get deeper into international waters to feed the nearly extinct and over hunted sharks....”

He looked at them with a mock of self-importance and miserably attempted at a smile, “What’s the thing that they say? Sacrifice for the better good. Wouldn’t it be nice to help out their population?”

Grimly, his gaze returned to the salted marine waters, eavesdropping on the new presence that invited herself beside Rhiannon. Fascinating how one can pick up on an identity at the directive of vocals. Minaam Ellahi, to Draven, always sounded like a violet Bordeaux having a curved cataract into a glass of cubed ice.

“Worse. You’re still like them, Minaam, ” he minimally retorted, keeping his chin locked straightforward.
 
Maureen

“You’re really pretty.”

Maureen had turned when the girl had got her attention, convinced she was speaking to someone else. But the cardigan-wearing girl was looking right at her. In the following eternal seconds, she felt that awful swirling feeling in her stomach. Her mind began to spin wildly. Was this some kind of joke? Some kind of cruel prank? It had happened before, and she was almost certain it would happen again. Maureen stared into her eyes, trying to discern if there was any kind of mischief behind them. Without even meaning too, her mind began to ripple as her fear took over. She could see her own shape beginning to phase in and out in a threatening manner. Her power began to manifest itself in her head, and she knew that in seconds the girl would be subject to whatever horrors her mind created.

But then the girl revised her statement, and Maureen managed to ricochet back into reality.

“Do you have the time?”

“Oh uh…” Maureen could barely speak in her shame, instantly feeling her ears burning in embarrassment. School hadn’t even started and she already tried to make someone hallucinate.
“It’s...er...half past two…” She purposefully looked down at the toes of her shoes, almost as if she was putting herself in time-out. She didn’t know how much the girl saw, and she didn’t know if she knew what Maureen had done. “I...uhm...sorry,” she muttered quickly before standing and pushing past her. Maureen wished she could just jump into the sea and disappear. However, she knew the Kraken would just gently put her back on deck. The thought was tempting, though. Stupid, idiot, she thought to herself. A knot of hot tar curled in her stomach as she reached the edge of the ship and looked down at the choppy water beneath her. Maureen felt like a total braincase. Despite telling herself she could control her mother’s gift, she hadn’t been able to restrain it. She remembered when it first happened. Some boy wouldn’t stop teasing her, and she lost it. Maureen was pretty sure he was still seeing a therapist about the whole experience.

Tugging the hood of her jacket, she tried to shield her now deeply red face from the boy standing near her at the railing as well. The last thing she needed was some stranger seeing her on the verge of tears. Especially a handsome stranger.

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Eoghan

Eoghan gave a polite nod to Elias, and even dared to produce a small smile for the boy. Despite being a Junior, Elias still had no sea-legs. The muscular, bearded Eoghan stood easily and gave his friend a single pat on the shoulder.

“It’s good to see you, Elias. How are the Fire Marshals,” he noted dryly at the end. Eoghan’s stance and posture was easy and fluid, moving gently with the constant tremors of the ship. Ships were no stranger to him. His uncle took him to sea often as a small boy, and while he resided on terra firma most of the year, he would still occasionally go sailing with his cousins or a few friends. With a steady hand, Eoghan turned Elias around in his chair as he sat with him. The high-energy of his friend was frazzling at times, but Eoghan had dealt with more hyperactive children than Elias.

“I have something new if you want to see,” Eoghan said softly. He picked up his personal bag and placed it on his lap before rummaging gently. The slight clinking of metal rang like icicles on a cold winter day, and it was as soothing as chimes to Eoghan. His hand withdrew holding a small wooden box, engraved with a tree and artfully chartered spirals and knotting lines. “It’s going to be my final project.”

He was slightly surprised when Maureen suddenly got up and left, leaving the poor girl who had asked her a question standing there. Eoghan didn’t know what to do, except give her a little wave.

“I like your sweater,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he was noting the weather or telling the time.

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Bellami Girard
"Oui” he spoke softly as he glanced at her, “a reading.”. A small, faint smiling slowly painting on his features. “Though I can’t promise you a very good one, I’m quite limited on tools."

“That’s not for us to decide.” he laughed as he shook his head. He noted the Australian accent peeking through her voice with a slight foreign shyness. Not as harsh as other accents, but still very prominent.

“Oh - I forgot introductions, didn’t I?” He asked with a smile that was worth 1000 suns. “Nice to meet you Mia, I’m Bellami. You can call me Beau if it makes it easier.” He replied, before he began to search in his pockets. He didn’t really bring his cards with him this time, but he brought his pendulum and powder. The belief is that you would place the powder on the palm of the persons hand and would dangle the pendulum over the powder. The pendulum would then begin to draw a pattern into the powder depending on which direction it would go into. It wasn’t as accurate as card reading, but it was something. So, it would do.

“Ah! So, you must be very big around here, no?” He teased, chuckling slightly before sorting his items around. He was sure that a child of Zeus had a lot of expectations to live up to. “I’m honoured that you’re sat here with me.”. If Bellami were in her position, then he would definitely not even attempt to live up to expectations. Truth be told, he probably would have skipped out on Mythos all together. He definitely wanted to; he wasn’t sure why he didn’t. Maybe because he was dying for an adventure? Something more? Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if he made a mistake or not by choosing this to be the place for his grand adventure. “I’m sure you must get that all the time.” He continued, before deciding to respond to her question.

“My genetic compass points toward Selene. I’m not certain if that’s fortunate or unfortunate really.” he said with a small laugh. It was kind of ironic that Selene would be his mother consider a lot of his job had to do with the stars, moon and the night sky. He still remembers when he first saw her, awe inspiring and beautiful – it made him do a double take. One, because she was extraordinarily beautiful but also because she literally came from a light bubble. What was he supposed to do? Open his arms and welcome his mother home?

“It’s strange really, I spent a lot of my time believing in mysticism and the arcana - but the minute you remind me that my mother is the literal embodiment of the moon and I will lose my shit.” He laughed, remembering the night when he first found out. He really didn’t expect it, he’s pretty sure no one would. “I still can’t believe that my family was all so accepting of it."

“May I have your hand, please?” he asked politely.
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LOCATION: The Flying Dutchman

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Mia took note of the smile that brightened up his features. Who couldn't notice that drastic change in someone's face? He had introduced himself as Bellami; Beau for short. That's a cute name. It's definitely more unique and has a ring to it. she thought to herself, watching as he searched through his pockets for whatever it was that he needed. Mentioning her being very big, she couldn't help but let out a slight bitter laugh "I'd prefer not to be very big. I'm not proud to be a daughter of someone who abandoned my mother and I." she said with some venom dripping off of her words "Being a child of someone who is big... It's rough. Reading up on the history about the guy...Yeah he's a dick. Many would hate me because of him. Even though I had no choice in the matter on who my father was." she admitted, shaking her head and a sigh. "But, Anyway, don't worry about that. Enough about me, please, go on." she encouraged, finding out that his parent was someone named Selene.

That was a name she had never heard before. That meant it was time to brush up on a lot of other Gods and Goddesses. Unfortunately, she had only done this for her friend's parents just to see if there were any similarities and differences between them and their parents. But had yet to do it to other students, just because there were so many children of different gods that it was almost impossible to know them all. While Beau continued to talk, she listened and watched with clear interest. Mia let out a small laugh and reached her hand out, palm up before she spoke "I feel like they would have had no choice but to accept it. Even with all the proof, you can't really deny it." she pointed out, glancing at him for a moment before shifting her eyes down to her palm "My step dad was skeptical, but with everything I did, it made sense to him." there was a soft smile that tugged her lips "Looks like for us, we got lucky with acceptance huh?" she joked, turning her head up toward the sky

"Before you found out that you were a child of Selene, what did you normally do?" the daughter of Zeus asked, turning her attention back to him "Did you have a job, hobbies? Maybe were already in school before you found out about this one?" a little small talk couldn't hurt. Though he may need some focus if he was going to do a reading on her hand...
 



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Unlike a majority of his peers, Devyn was actually quite enjoying the boat ride back to school (and as the son of the ocean and water god, it would be very hard not to). He never got seasick and found being on the water quite peaceful.

Soothing even.

He was currently sat on the dock, his back against the edge of the ship, eyes shut. Leave it to Dev to be able to doze off in hella choppy waters, completely unbothered by the events unfolding around him. Sure, he was just as excited to go back as everyone else was, but right now, sleep was more important.

Until he was woken up, that is.

He wasn't quite sure what it was, but the next thing he knew was that he heard and felt a thud and he started stirring. Groaning quite loudly, the Aussie boy cracked an eye open and surveyed the deck of students, trying to figure out who, or what, made that sound. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he assumed it was just a creak.

Since he was now awake, he figured he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. So Devyn stood, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and turning to look out at the ocean. And yep, those were some choppy seas. Plus it was windy. Not fun.

Now, Dev thought as he tied his hair back in a bun, I'm nowhere near as powerful as good ol' dad, nowhere near powerful enough to calm the entire ocean. But, I could calm the water for the next few hundred yards or so?

So that's what he did, and miraculously it worked. Or he hoped it did. He also hoped more than a few people would benefit from it. Grinning to himself, he waved his hand and called a handful of water up from the ocean to play with.

When it was in his hand, he sat back down and began to pass the water back and forth between his hands, making an arch of water each time. Well, a few minutes in to his new activity and he got a little carried away.

The stream shot out of his hand and landed on the ground, splashing someone standing next to it. "Oi,", he began, standing up and walking over. "Sorry about that, mate. Got a little carried away."









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FEELING: anxious, intrigued
location: Flying Dutchman
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Having composed himself and made peace with the situation Bishop walks out of the bathroom much calmer than he had been when he'd walked in.

He can hear the sounds of conversation on the main deck before he sees it. When he finally steps out he can see the clusters of people conversing with one another.

He looks around a bit more and finds a few people doing their own thing. His eye caches on a girl sitting alone and reading in an out of the way section on the ship.

He looks back to the other people aboard engaged in conversation then back over to the girl. She looks approachable enough. Though even if she didn't look approachable Bishop can't say that would stop him from walking over anyway.

Having made his mind up he walks over and sits beside her.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" It's formed as a question but he's already settling into the space.

He peeks at the book the girl is holding. He tilts his head a bit to read a few lines.

"I remember learning about this in elementary school." He looks off trying to latch onto a memory from so long ago. "Though, it was really just our teacher bringing in sedimentary rocks and the like and telling us how they're formed and making us watch a video called Geology Rocks."

He furrows his brow at the memory and turns his attention back to the girl.

"Not a very good watch, I wouldn't recommend it. And it definitely wasn't as in depth as this looks." He taps the page. "Seems interesting, though."

"So, can I assume you're into this kind of thing? Rocks and earth and stuff? Or are you just reading it to look cool? Because if it's the latter then it's 100% working." He's half joking but also a bit serious. Nothing, not even being on water can detour his learning boner.
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***"govorila tut devke mat', Chtob matros ne prinimat'. e-khej, khej, khej, kho-kho Chtob matros ne prinimat'..." Misha quietly sung under his voice, his fingers tapping the railings along with the tune. It was the lousy sea shanty he heard once upon a dream and it seemed that it was stuck in his head, an earworm that is refusing to crawl out and it latched onto him to help with his boredom. There were too many things that could interest him in the boat they were in. Apart from the dead crew manning their vessel, he is on board with a special group of people. Some can summon the wind, some can summon water and manipulate plants and animals and yet, he is still bored. It was probably cruel but he was actually waiting for a drama to ensue.

Misha huffed, and shook his head. To view other's misery and annoyance as entertainment was way beneath him but he needs excitement or at least he needs a distraction. He knew he shouldn't have done the heist. His body is still filled with adrenaline up until now, and his mind was already planning something challenging to covet. Calming himself, he briefly closed his eyes and let the sound of the waves fill his ears.


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godly parent: Morpheus; Greek God of Dreams
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**"La mer," his tune changed as he sang quietly. "Qu'on voit danser. Le long des golfes clairs. A des reflets d'argent..." Misha forgot the lyrics after that he ended up just humming the lovely soothing tune. He was calmer after a few seconds just by singing and thinking about all the good stuff in the academy. Aside from the food and the activities, he gets to meet his few friends. Also, he figured that it was nice not to look behind him all the time and fear for his life. The only thing he needed to fear was Adri's ambush. It was part of their combat training, to make him vigilant or so she says. Misha knew she just wanted a reason to beat his ass.

He was still minding his own business, humming the same familiar tune when he then happened to notice that a petite girl was standing beside him.

She was tugging the hood of her jacket too tight, to cover her face or wishing her jacket to swallow her, one can't be too certain. Glancing sideways, Misha noticed her hair. It reminded him of the shade of Ophelia's hair in one of Arthur Hughes' paintings. It was a lively vibrant red. like fire, full of fierceness yet the feature of her fair face is mellow and delicate. Except for her eyes, he could see wariness and fright. The girl was familiar but Misha couldn't remember her name though he could've sworn that he'd seen her loitering around the academy. She's the type of girl that you wouldn't notice because they're too quiet but they could definitely capture attention if they wanted to. Kinda like a house cat.

"Queasy?" He inquired quietly. He spoke with a faint but recognizable Russian lilt, a small smile etched on his lips, but seeing her a little distraught while gazing in the water, he tried to play it cool being not so sure about what was happening. Misha jested, "You let go, and i'm gonna have to jump in there after you." A soft smile was playing across his lips.

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***Mother was telling one girl there, that she shouldn't date sailors. Ey hey hey hey haw haw. That she shouldn't date sailors...
**The sea, we see dancing along the shores of clear bays, shimmers with silver...​
 


"I'm assuming you heard about Marta's daughter's new owl tattoo, got it at one of those flash sale events. Very classy."

Adri sighed, watching as her mother paced though their kitchen, her hands were occupied scrubbing a pan whilst she gossiped, recounting anything of mild interest that had happened within her social circle that week; Alexandra had been banned from book club, Marta had finally divorced her husband after the third time he'd been caught cheating with Alexandra, Marta was now on a juice cleanse and her daughter had gotten an impulsive tattoo — and Adri barely knew these people. A fond smile played on her lips as she listened to her mother's voice ring through the kitchen, accompained by the clangs of dishes in the sink. "Mum, I'm not going away forever. I'll be back before you know it," Adri knew her mother had a tendency to wind up like this when she was stressed, whenever she had to leave. Her mum turned to face her, an heir of gloom falling over her as Adri raised an eyebrow, sliding her journal into her coat pocket; the last of her belongings she needed with her on the Flying Dutchman, "I can read you like a book." She reached her hands out as her mother came over to clasp them from the otherside of the counter, the marble cool against her skin, "and I'll stay safe. No more getting into fights...I mean—," she shrugged, a roguish look on her face, "aside from the regulated ones, of course."

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Cool air whipped around her, Adri's dark chestnut curls flew wild in the wind that teased the Dutchman. She lent against the ship's railing, brushing back the strands of hair that had come loose from her pony-tail. "Mother nature, you inconsiderate coquette," she quipped, though lightly as to not incite the rage of Gaia — of whom she was just an ant to. Adri inhaled the fresh air as she slid her hand into her coat pocket, thumbing the ridges of her journal. Her body was overcome with the desire to write, though, nature's muse would have to wait; her eyes were now locked on a dark haired man. "Oh Misha, amateur," she whispered under her breath, staring intently at the man as her honey-toned eyes were filled with zeal. He would never see her coming — and whooping Misha's ass didn't count as a fight, right?

Adri slid her hand back from her pocket, flexing her fingers as she seamlessly glided closer to him. She matched the pace of her walk with the movements of her peers, the sound of her chelsea boots growing indistinct, muffled. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as her heart thumped in her chest, eager to pounce. Too eager, perhaps, as she was caught off guard by a chilled sensation running down her leg — wet trousers clinging to her skin. She whipped around, chest heaving as she gazed upon the culprit, who had already begun his apology. "Oh — uh, that's okay," Adri furrowed her brow, the boy's face triggering a moment of slight recognition. A Demi-god, the year below her. She cleared her throat, reaching down to her trouser leg and unrolling the cuff in an effort for it to dry quicker. "You're Poseidon's son, right?"


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interactions? Misha, Devyn diwa diwa iridescent. iridescent.
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Elle had nearly jumped out of her seat when a voice interrupted her reading. Her blue eyes darted up to see him making himself at home right next to her. Before she could even utter out a single word of disapproval, the boy just rambled and rambled to her as if the two had known each other for a while. This left Elle with a bewildered feeling settling in her stomach. Most folks didn’t just walk up and talk to her, and since the monster attacks, she was rather wary about who she spoke to. That being said, he was on the boat which meant he was like her.

“It’s called geology.” She finally managed to speak out, glancing back down at her book with her dark brows furrowed. “And no, I’m not pretending to like it. Who the fuck does that anyway?” She looked back to him, looking him up and down, trying to understand his motives. He wasn’t here to hurt her clearly, so maybe he was just trying to befriend her?

“So… We all have godly parents right?” She asked, trying to switch the subject as she didn’t exactly want to teach him everything about her hobby. “Or at least are descendants of gods anyways. Is this your first time here?” She found herself asking him, wondering if she could get more information about this whole thing. While the skeleton that had told her about her lineage gave lots of information, it wasn’t exactly to the point. She knew it was a school for those like her, but she wasn’t sure what it would entail of exactly.

She tapped her book impatiently, glancing back down at it, wanting to go back to learning a little more about other gems that she had yet to learn about. Her mother had gifted it to her before she left, knowing the Elle hadn’t quite a chance to memorize the existence of every rock on earth-- but she was close enough.

“Erm, my godly parent is Hades… So I guess that’s why I’m into this stuff.” She gestured to her book. After learning of her heritage, she spent time researching her godly father. He wasn’t necessarily the god of death, that was Thanatos. He was the god of the underworld and that somehow included wealth. Wealth was ironically related to geology as many precious metals and rocks were worth a lot, and well, a pretty rock was interesting to Elle. When Elle learned that, she tried to magically make money appear in front of her but to her dismay, nothing but a headache occurred.

“Are you a legacy... Or erm... A child of a god or goddess? Wait, let me guess which one.” She eyed him carefully, looking him up and down. She had to admit, she was aware there were more gods than the Greek gods so this was probably a terrible idea but alas, her words came out before she thought it through.

“Bet you’re the son of Mercury.” It was the Roman equivalent of Hermes, and it was probably very wrong but Elle didn’t care. It’d probably either annoy him or entertain him. One of those would let her be alone again... Hopefully.
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Alina Soleil




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The welcoming ceremony was always a source of excitement for students both new and returning. As they were announced as the child or legacy of their respective deity and sorted into their dorms according. The dining room was filled with chatter and the room buzzed with energy as students talked excitedly to one another, the newbies staring at some of the creatures that made up the staff of Mythos academy. After the welcoming speech was over and done with, and their bellies full, the students were sent to their dorms in order to settle in.

As night fell on the island, students began to gather within the surrounding forest for the welcoming party, organized by those in Artem. It was a tradition at Mythos, one that the staff pretended to not know about. They trusted the students to look after each other and not cause too much trouble. Though the creatures inhabiting the forest would also make sure of that. As the bonfire was lit and live music played students let loose, taking the time to enjoy themselves before classes began.

Alina was amongst the crowd, preparing for when she would play next. The demigoddess looked around, enjoying the sight of others enjoying themselves. It was truly good to be back.










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Maureen

Maureen took a deep breath. Somehow, someway, that damn Johnny Morrison had gotten her to play with his band at the annual kick-off party for Mythos. She didn’t want to go, she hated parties and hated standing by herself like a sore thumb. But Johnny, a legacy of Thor, had all the bravado of his ancestors. Though not interested in his divine lineage or battle, Morrison loved attention, and his biggest dream was to become a famous musician. His choice of trad punk, however, seemed an interesting choice to pursue this endeavor. Maureen didn’t know many people outside of Ireland who really followed or even listened to the genre, and yet he had managed to scoop up a few musicians together to form his band, The Pagans. The Pagans were known for being mediocre and going through members faster than Zeus went through love affairs. And yet, he somehow managed to get her roped into performing with them. Her only solace was Eoghan was going to be there too. Apparently in exchange for the beer for the party, Eoghan agreed to play with them.
All the booze in the world wouldn’t be able to salvage this experience, Maureen thought to herself.
“Oi! Keats! We’re on stage in 1 minute.”
She sighed and shut her eyes tightly, trying not to freak out. It had been a while since she’d played fiddle, and her practice wasn’t as good as she would have liked it to be. But, she had participated in enough impromptu music nights at pubs to know how to carry a tune. With any luck she’d be passable.
Taking the stage was slightly terrifying. Thankfully, most of the party-goers were too busy drinking or making out to notice The Pagans taking the stage.
“Hello and good evening, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Johnny Morrison and it is my pleasure to introduce you to The Pagans!” There was a smattering of applause, which obviously irked Johnny. Maureen stifled a scoff as he tried to pump up the crowd. “Tonight we have Eoghan Dermott on drums!” There was another small round of applause. “Lucy Mulaney on Flute!” A little more that time as Lucy, a pretty girl in her Junior year and a daughter of Freya, gave a bow. “Myself and Reggie Bolton on guitars, and Maureen “Keats” Keating on fiddle!” After her name was called, there was silence and Maureen wanted to die a little. Johnny, however, remained unphased. He turned to her.
“Brian Boru’s March, Keats.”
“W-what?! You want me to start on Brian Boru?”
“Of course! Show ‘em what the Irish are made of!”
Maureen sighed and stepped up, fiddle gently cradled in the crook of her neck. She waited a beat and slowly dragged her bow across the strings. The song started gently, slowly, creeping almost, but as she plucked, the beat began to strengthen with Eoghan’s drumming. Soon, the crowd began to pick up on the pace too and started to jump to the music. Johnny was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and let a strong “woop” out as they followed on the intense start Maureen had given them.
It ran like a dream, and Maureen was breathless by the end. She laughed, high off of the atmosphere of the performance.
“Thank you, and because we’re bloody Irish rebels, we’re leaving you with our own Eoghan Dermott singing a fine Irish diddy.”
Eoghan stepped forward with his frame drum and adjusted the microphone for his height. He cleared his throat gently.
“We call this one You’ll Never Beat the Irish.” His voice rang out strong and clear, full of emotion and feeling. Maureen tried to put everything into her performance, and while not as thrilling as Brian Boru’s March, it still held it’s own.
As Eoghan’s voice faded into the night, there was a very loud round of applause as he stood down.
“Alright, good night everyone,” He said, a neutral look on his face. Maureen could tell as they descended from the stage that he was proud. Eoghan didn’t sing much, but if you offer him a trad band and he’d light up like a night sky. Maureen was about to applaud his performance when someone caught her eye. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a charming smirk gracing his face. The boy from the boat.
“I’ll uh...I’ll catch you later Eoghan.” She practically made a beeline for him and had to stop herself from outright running at him. When she managed to find her way next to him, she realized she didn’t know what to say. “Uh. Hi!”
Her greeting came out louder and more enthusiastic than she meant, but it was out now.
“I...er...thanks. Back on the boat...I was really upset but what you did was...really nice.” She held her breath and waited for him to respond.

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Eoghan

Eoghan let out a long sigh. Singing in front of crowds was not a favorite of his. But, hopefully he made the bards of old proud. He quickly grabbed a beer from the multitude of cases that littered the grove and sat back, watching the party.
“Eoghan, you were marvelous. If I wasn’t here, you’d be lead singer.” Johnny came up to him, a beer in both hands.
“No I wouldn’t.”
“Yep, you’re right. Not enough of the raging charisma us front men need to constantly exude. Hey, where did Keats go?” Eoghan waved off in the general direction his friend had disappeared off to. “Well, whatever. Listen, I got this daughter of Venus waiting for me by the old Oak tree, so I’ll catch you later ok?”
Without waiting for Eoghan to respond, he bolted in that direction like his life depended on it. The bearded man just shook his head and drank his beer. Maybe Elias was around, but Eoghan didn’t particularly feel like finding his friend in the massive crowd of drunk college students. He instead just settled back and watched the party.

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