Fantasy The Next Generation

[FictionalReality]

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[FictionalReality]

It has been 10 years since the destruction of Olympus, and the reign of Titans began. The children that contain the spirits of the Gods have matured as usual with no one, not even them, knowing that they are anything but normal. However, this is about to change. The Titans, despite their stupidity, have discovered that there are people outside of their capital country, Greece, that have the innate ability to defeat them, and they are preparing for war. The spirits have discovered this, and have decided that they can't wait any longer: the children must gather in the place that has all if the answers they need. In union, they flash a place into their hosts minds: The Parthenon, Athens. Their journeys have begun.

 

[FictionalReality]

Anne PhillipsAnna clutched her head as a momentary flash of pain reverberated through her brain. She was in the middle of repotting a new climbing rose that she had just bought from the gardening center, and it fell to the floor with a crash. She hurried to pick up the shards of pottery that now covered the garden pathway, though her mind was buzzing with images. It was of the Parthenon, a temple in Greece that was familiar from history class. She wasn't fully sure why she was thinking of it, but there was a voice in her head telling her to go the there, along with an urge so strong that she wanted to book a flight this instant. Her parents were on a business trip, and wouldn't notice that she was gone for at least six weeks, so why shouldn't she? At this thought an idea began forming in her mind. She wasn't normally one to defy her parents, but she felt the need to, just this once. First things first though, she needed to clear up. She chucked the shards haphazardly into the bin, then slipped her gardening gloves off, her rose forgotten. Immediately she grabbed her mobile phone, holding it to her ear with one hand, beginning to pack with the other. Next thing she knew, she was on a plane to Greece.

 

[Olissa]

How she had managed, she still didn't know, but for some reason her mother had agreed to going with her on vacation to Greece. Her mother never was the adventurous type. Going into the city was something that was already plenty of an adventure. And to be completely honest, Chloe usually agreed.


However, she had seen beautiful images of Greece in an ad, and it had sparked a wish for her. It just seemed to lure her right in. Almost like... Nostalgia. So, as a birthday gift, she asked to go on a short vacation to Greece with her mother.


Granted, Chloe hadn't told everything to her mother of why she wanted to go there. A little while ago she had suffered from a sudden sharp pain in her head, and the first things that had come to her mind were images of a beautiful place. A frightening place too, but mostly that of beauty. What was strange about it all, she just knew where it was. Inexplicably so. She had tried to find the place, found it, and showed it to her mother. It wasn't much later that they got in the plane and flew over.


Now that she was here the urge, the feeling, it grew stronger. She had to go... There. She spotted the one place that had been the focal point of the images she had seen when that sharp pain had overwhelmed her. "Let's go there." Chloe pointed at her intended destination.


"Are you sure? That isn't part of the main tourist route we chose."


"Please mommy, I just... Really want to go there."


The older woman sighed. "we'll go there tomorrow, now stay close to me. These are busy streets and I would die if I lost you."


Chloe nodded in silence. Her eyes still drawn to that place. As she followed her mother she didn't realize more and more distance was getting between them.

 

[FictionalReality]

Will stood in the ruins of the Parthenon, tour book in hand. He had been in the city for three days now, since that annoying pain in his head had led him to it. While he was slightly annoyed to have been dragged all the way out here for whatever reason, he had to admit that the pain had taste. Athens was a beautiful place, so sunny that even his alabaster skin had gotten q slightly more healthy glow, and the perfect place to search for something. Now, if only he knew what he should be searching for! Subconsciously, he growled slightly, causing everyone around him to step back a few paces. When he noticed this, Will gave them a withering stare, before moving away to sit on one of the numerous benches around the building. He began to skim through the guidebook again, despite the fact that he had already read it five times, wondering whether he had missed something.

 

[Tetro]

Donovan walked towards his destination, the Parthenon. He had gotten a sudden image of it in his head in the middle of the night many days ago and couldn't stop thinking about it. It was an itch he had to scratch, being there, and now that he was where he felt he needed to be he had no idea what next to do. He had sort of put everything in his life, as bland as it was, on hold to come to a place he never even thought about more than perhaps once before in his life. The thought of him missing the opportunity to study for the BAR was bothering but not as bothering as the calling this place had. He noticed a man giving people a stare before going to sit down at a bench. He felt something was different about him, but put that little bit of paranoia in his pocket for later. He decided to simply tour around and enjoy himself as long as he were there.

 

[Olissa]

Suddenly she stopped.


"M-mommy?" In a sudden burst of realization Chloe came to realize that she had managed to drift away from her mother's presence.


"Mom? Where are you!" She called out. Oh great. This was absolutely not a good place to lose someone.


She took a good look around her, trying to make sense of where she was, and if she could spot even a sliver of a recognizable figure. Apparently she had wandered more towards the Partheon, but of her mother there was no trace.


She stood there, for at least a minute or two, looking from the great building, to down the street where she was standing.


With each turn of her head her golden hair flowed back and forth like a field of grain swaying in the wind.


What should she do? Go back and find her mother? It was the safest option. She would be freaking out right about now. Probably retracing her steps. If she herself did so as well, the chance would be great she'd find her mother in no time. And get a lecture about this all.


As much as she didn't like lectures, being in the busy street here, out on her own, she much preferred the lecture over this all.


But then there was the Partheon. The wish to come closer was growing stronger with each passing moment. Would it really be all that bad if she just took a quick peek inside? She'd be there for maybe 15 minutes, just a quick look see. Okay, maybe 30 minutes since she would have to wade through the mass of people. Her mother could wait that long. Right? And what was the worst that could happen? Aside from her mother calling the authorities, reporting her missing, the whole shebang. It's not like the gods of old would descend and come to life. Okay she really had to lay off the fantasy books. Now her mind was spinning with thoughts of the Greek deities battling it out against the Titans like in legends of old. Now that would be a scary spectacular scene.

 

[Renn Skye]

• Vasyl
• Namé
• Julian
• Julian

• Location: A shale outcropping off to the side of the Parthenon
  
  
  Scenario: Studying. That's right, next to one of the wonders of the ancient world and this nerd is reading a book.
  
  
  Five hours on a boat may not have done much to settle Vasyl's stomach (if anything it was churning from impending sea sickness, rising up a rare moment of nausea in the man), but it did wonders to calm down the throbbing in his head, and had managed to quiet the driving need to go at least somewhat. Sometime in the middle of the past week - Tuesday, he thought? Perhaps Wednesday, it had been a blur - Vasyl had found himself overtaken with a driving urge to get out and away. Oddly enough, to a very specific place - Athens. He'd been before, on a summer trip with his mother and on the rare week off with both his parents, and so it wasn't an unfamiliar place to yearn for. Growing up in Izmir with a very Greek mother who had grown up in Skyrós and a half-Greek half Turkish father who had spent summers sneaking off to Lesbos to fish and swim away his responsibilities had led to a life of back and forth trips, 'a connection to both halves of yourself' as his mother had called it, and they made up what few memories of time with his parents he actually had, beyond half finished conversation as they met in hallways or rushed attempts at family dinners.
  
  
  This, though… this was different. It wasn't a whim to go back to a spot where he'd had occasional bouts of fun in his childhood, rather it gnawed at him with a unflappable intensity. If he hadn't been fortunate enough to be doing his undergraduate study at the University of Crete he wasn't sure he would have entertained such an outrageous venture, but as it was he let it eat at him for days until, come Friday, he'd approached his professors (both in person during their office hours and over e-mail) about a half week of absences, begged academic interest in the birthplace of the Hippocratic Oath, and promised to send in his assignments for the week early if he would be allowed to go as an excused absence. He'd raced through his O-chem homework and e-mailed it off, and had hastily packed the rest of his books in his bag and set off down to the docks to see if he could find himself a decently priced ride, or hitch one for free off the back of a fishing boat as far as Antikytheia or, if he was lucky, Kythera.
  
  
  Thank god for short notice ferry tickets at student discount prices and vocational credits through study abroad, honestly.
  
  
  Three boat rides (only one of them paid for in actual currency), two chapters of his anatomy reading, and one bout of mild sea-sickness later he stepped off on familiar docks, clothing salt sprayed and his bag heavy over his shoulder. Perhaps bringing all of his text books wasn't the best idea. Still, if he was going to take three days off of school and dedicate his full weekend to this instead of the clinic he really ought to get ahead in something during the mini-vacation it provided. And so he hefted the bag and made his way through the ancient streets towards a set of ruins he hadn't visited since he had been a very small boy.
  
  
  Once there (after a good deal of unnecessarily heavy bag lugging) he was immensely disappointed the nagging need in the back of his head was anything but quieted. Worse, he had no clue what it was actually calling for him to do. He grumbled lightly to himself in annoyance as he shifted through the cracked ruins, weaving through tourists until he found himself a fairly clear area, settling down on an outcropping of shale rather than the overcrowded benches set out for tourists. Getting comfortable, he settled his bag down next to himself and started digging around in it for the least interesting of his textbooks - start with the hardest, right? - and settled in on trying to get through the next three chapters while waiting for his next head-splitting whim to overtake him so he could get done with this whole venture.
  
  
  
• Location: The Parthenon
  
  
  Scenario: Roving, disappointed
  
  
  Travel was built into Namé's bones, wanderlust pumped in her veins as readily as blood, and so it came as no surprise when one day she woke up with a driving urge to relocate. Nor was it strange to have a hankering of direction (east). What was strange was that she was so set on a location. While she had spent much of her childhood travelling Europe with her mother Greece had not been one of their frequent stops, Athens even less so, and as such the fact that the Parthenon of all things was thrumming in her blood with a feeling almost akin to 'home' was… queer, to say the least. Still, when she came to her mother with doe eyes and a protruding lip and had begged, "Mirídaj, te džal?* E daj**, I can't stay here" Analetta Bodelaire neé Petulengro had bunched up her skirts, told her wife she had to leave for a while, and packed her bags. Namé had not been born to stay in one place, and Ana knew this about her daughter as well as she knew it about herself. Birds are not born to live in cages, nor fishes to swim in bowls, and if her daughter needed to let her legs stretch and run she would be there to watch and help her if she fell.
  
  
  And so they, like the bird, flew. They left the MRS airport in Mersailles in the early hours of the morning before the sun had fully risen, and arrived in Athens some six, almost seven hours later. When Namé did not pause for lunch but took off near-running a few steps outside of the airport Ana let her go. Children, like the wild creatures they once were, needed space, and she had no doubt her daughter would find her way back to her, in time. Hopefully before the fall of night, but Namé was seventeen now, practically grown. She couldn't go clucking after her the girl's whole life - how would she ever grow, if she always had a safety net below her?
  
  
  Namé, for her part, was off the moment the opened the gate. Travel was in her bones but before it had been a light hum, always present in the back of her mind. Now it was singing, loud and needy and demanding in her skull. A beat, heavy and rhythmic as a drum, chanting with a sort of nostalgia she had never felt, never yearned for before now: home, home, home. And so she went. She wove through streets and masses of tourists until it was before her, the heavy thrum of home driving in her steps until she stood among ruins that could never, in a million years, tie back through her bloodline, and felt…
  
  
  Empty.
  
  
  She wasn't sure what she had expected to feel, but it wasn't this. She had never been called back anywhere before this, and sure she was being called back to somewhere she had never been and still she had expected to find something. Some sort of connection. But nothing. Scowling, she kicked lightly at a bit of loose rock, her feet heavy with disappointment. Of course it bore no connection, no homecoming, no link. She was born without one, just like her mother, landless and nationless by nature. Far be it for her to find one here. Brows furrowed in frustration she set off again - she might as well take in all angles of the once monumental building while she was here.
  
  
  *Means 'my mother, I need to go' in a few Romani dialects
  
  
  **More informal statement of 'Mom' in the same selection of Romani dialects
  
  
  
• Location: On the road to the Parthenon
  
  Scenario: Flirting, the rogue
  
  
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  It started out as a nagging feeling in the back of his head. A crack of pain, a splitting headache, and then it had faded into something he could ignore. For a few hours, at least. By late afternoon it was eating at him - he had to get out of the house, had to move had to- to fly, to swim, to get across the sea between him and it. It was unreasonable, ridiculous, even for his exceptionally flight of fancy driven self, and yet it was eating him alive. His parents, Julian knew, would never approve. His mother doted on him and his father was just as adventure seeking as he was, but running off to Greece alone? Unheard of. And he'd want to go alone - he was eighteen now, that was more than old enough to escort himself, right?
  
  
  Right. So he'd go. He just… wouldn’t tell them. And so, early the next morning he slipped out, ostensibly to go to school, and threw what pocket money he'd saved up over summer jobs and part time help at the family store, and had thrown down 203 Lira* for a ticket to Athens. From there it was an aching two hour wait in the airport which had him going mad with impatience, and a four hour flight that was almost as torturous. Once there, though, Julian found himself easily distracted by some of the, ah, local wildlife. Local produce, too, and it took about six attempted liaisons with pretty women and filling his pockets with a good pound or two more shiny trinkets than he'd originally come with before he actually got close to the monument that had been calling him. But hey, when you were ditching classes to run on an impromptu trip to Greece you should have fun, right? Get to know the locals? And if he didn't pick up a few things here and there how was he supposed to finance his way back? Besides, everyone likes a souvenir or two!
  
  
  As he meandered closer to the ruins that had called him over he couldn’t help but notice a pretty blonde thing calling out for her mother. In… English, was it? Lucky - that was a language he had a firm grasp on, both from classes and from independent study (if asked he'd tell you he'd heard American girls were some of the prettiest in the world and he was just upping his chances of impressing one, but the truth was Dinae's Turkish was incredibly poor and he'd never miss a chance to show off for her - or an opportunity to help a friend who couldn't order her food). She seemed lost enough, and he had a moment of internal laughter at that. Of course she would be, he only ever seemed to be drawn to people who were lost. It was almost as if he was dropped in their way to guide them forward. Putting on his most comforting smile he stepped forward, extending his hand to the pretty blonde thing.
  
  
  "Lost, güzel** ah, or should I sayόμορφη***, since we're in Greece?" he asked, his words heavily accented but well formed for being a third language, "You know you shouldn't be roaming these streets alone - they're rife with rogues and pickpockets. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't offer to escort you to your destination, and keep you safe along the way. My name is Julian, will you have me as your guide?"
  
  
  *for those of you wondering 203 Lira is roughly 69 US dollars
  
  
  **Turkish for Beautiful
  
  
  ***Greek for Beautiful (Woman)
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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(Tagging: @Olissa , for Julian's post, though he's of course still open for interaction with others as well. The other two are wide open for it. I don't know why it's making two Julian tabs? But it is? I'll try and fix it later, I'm too tired for it right now and have to race off to open a show...)​

 

[FictionalReality]

After a five hour flight- though it seemed much longer- from her home of Venice, and a taxi ride to the hotel where she would be staying for a while, Anne was exhausted. Still, the throbbing pain in her head was worse now that she knew how close she was, so instead of staying to get some rest, she unpacked her stuff and left immediately, glad that she had thought to hire a vespa before leaving. She had gotten her licence just last year, but she had been riding one just as long, and it was a comfort to her. She wondered as she drove to the Parthenon what it was that she hoped to find. Of course, it was likely nothing, or perhaps she just had a yearning to visit architecture. She laughed slightly at that thought, for if it were true, she was becoming more boring than she first thought.


A while later, Anne arrived at her destination, and her head still wasn't satisfied. Instead, it was worse, and she had to resist the urge to clutch at it to ease the pain slightly. She knew that she probably looked as though she was in pain, but she couldn't help it. Still, she kept a steady pace towards the ruins, almost in a trance like state. They called to her in a way no where had before, and she found it hard to ignore that sirens call. She wandered over to the building, running her hand over the ancient stone, and feeling a rush of excitement fill her. Just being near the ruins made her nostalgic for some reason, as though she had been to it before, a long time ago. However, this relief was short lived, and her pain returned tenfold soon after. She looked around quickly for a place to sit down, but most of the benches were full. She sat on the only one with some space, the only person sitting there a boy reading a book, and caught her breath as shards of pain stabbed her head.


@Renn Skye (For Vasyl, though she doesn't say anything to him)

 

[SimpleReading]

Morgan Powell

As Morgan walked toward the Parthenon, she couldn't help but feel guilty for deceiving her mother into thinking she was merely a state over, and not a continent over. In fact, she didn't even really know why she was here. Going this far out of her mother's command was big, even for her. She was no stranger to sneaking out after curfew, but this? This was a lot more. She was very paranoid that her mother would find out somehow. She knew if that were to happen, all hell would break loose. She tried not to think about it, after all, there wasn't much she could do about it right now other than to hope she wouldn't be caught on the news or something.


But she figured it wasn't her fault, at least not really. For the past day and a half, she randomly had an intense urge to see this huge lump of marble. One minute she was racing a 200-meter fly, not a care in the world, the next, she couldn't think about anything other than this stupid pile of rocks. A headache had also formed, she figured it might be because of the stress of lying so harshly, she took several pain-killers during the flight, but it seemed like none of the worked. It was like she was in a trance, she had never felt anything like it before, she felt that she simply needed to be there.


She had told her mother that day after swim practice that two of her friends were going to Las Vegas for the week, and that they wanted her to join them. Her mother begrudgingly agreed after she was reminded that "Dad went to New York when he was my age" and "Mom I'm not a baby anymore I can take care of myself." It wasn't exactly a lie, she would have to take a bus to Las Vegas in order to catch a flight to Greece. It would be expensive, this trip would bleed her dry, but something told her it would be worth it.


Standing in front of the Parthenon, she couldn't help but be glad she went. After all, it was actually pretty cool. But it was hard to marvel at it due to her increasingly painful headache. She hasn't quite noticed it until now, but the closer she got to it, the more her head throbbed. She ignored it the best she could, wanting to see more of the area, but it was begging to get hard to see because of it. Part of her said to get the hell out of there, the other half urged her ever closer towards the building.

 

[Aero]

Tansy was taking a quick nap in her bed, school had really worn her out like usual. She felt her head starting to throb, then she suddenly sat up rubbing her head irritatingly. 'What the heck? What's with the sudden migraine!?' She thought to herself but stopped thinking since it made her headache worst. Tansy got out of her bed and when she did the image of the Parthenon in Athens flashed in her head. "Parthenon... Athens." She mumbled and grabbed her keys on her dresser.


Fortunately she was still wearing her outfit she wore to school on so she could just walk out. Tansy jumped into her car and texted her parents real quick saying she'll be out for a while. She then started up her car and headed to Athens. Tansy had to fight the urge to rub her head from the stupid migraine that just didn't want to go away. "This better be worth it." Tansy mumbled.


Tansy lived in Cyprus, Greece so the trip to Athens only took her an hour. When she entered the city her migraine seemed to get better. 'Weird.' Tansy made it to the Parthenon and parked in the tourist parking spot. She got out of her car and headed toward the ruins. Sadly her migraine came back even worst when she was at her house. "What is wrong with my head!" Tansy held her head but continued to make her way into the ruins. The ruins just seemed to call to her, sort of persuading her to walk in. Tansy would've chuckled at the thought that she was being persuaded for once but her head just made it too hard for her to think about anything let alone find anything humorous at the moment.

 

[Tetro]

After a few minutes of touring he began to feel that something wasn't right. It felt as if there were people around the Parthenon that were just off. Donovan started getting upset, feeling very irritated about some of the people he could sense. He began looking around, demanding something be done about it. The Parthenon, the people, and the vision that brought him here seemed connected. It wasn't coincidence that it was all happening at the same time and he knew it. Donovan began to walk specifically towards where he could feel the odd ones out of the crowd, but kept a good distance so he could just take note of what they look like. His heart pounded as hard as his head, the pain being a drive for him. Something was about to happen and it couldn't be ignored any longer, but action couldn't be taken just yet. The time wasn't right for Donovan to fix what was broken, it wouldn't be fair otherwise.

 

[FictionalReality]

Will growled in frustration, tossing his guidebook into the nearest bin, and resisting the urge to buy a stupid commemorative lighter just to set it on fire. There was nothing that could explain his attachment to the idiot building, it seemed. He clenched his jaw, staring angrily at the floor as if it was at fault, and wondering just what the pain was playing at. It had brought him all this way, to a country far from his home in London, and where he didn't speak a word of the language, just to show him a building that had been worn away by the sands of time. It was infuriating, to say the least.

 

[The Elder]

After Nathan's flight landed in Greece he instantly left the airport with his bags and went into a hotel to rest. It was during his rest when he began to have vivid dreams about Greece. He saw many images of famous places within Greece, but the main place he was seeing the most over was the Parthenon in Athens. He heard a voice in this dream. Go to the Parthenon in Athens. This is your destiny. Nathan shot up from his bed in his hotel room. He looked around and rubbed his eyes. What was that ? Who was that? He asked himself. He got out his bed and walked into the bathroom. He turns the lights and water on and throws water on his face. The Parthenon huh? Alright time for an adventure. He calls a cab, and while the cab is on route to him, he gets dressed. The cab arrives and Nathan is already down stairs waiting outside the hotel. He gets in the cab. The Parthenon please. The cab driver agrees and drives towards the Parthenon. When he arrived he pays the cab driver and walks towards the Parthenon, where his adventure begins.

 

[The Elder]

Nathan walked around the Parthenon having strange connections to some of the people there. He didn't know what was going on. He walked into the building accidentally brushing up against Will. When that happened he felt that he was one of the people he was connected with. Sorry. He said in an apologetic way. @FictionalReality

 

[FictionalReality]

Will stared at the guy who had just apologised to him, frowning slightly. It felt like he knew him from somewhere, but he was pretty sure he'd never met him. It was weird, and he furrowed his brow even more at the thought, getting up and turning away. "Don't worry about it." He grumbled, before walking over to a piece of the ruin that was still standing, and glaring at it intensely, as if to seek answers in it's surface.

@Embaga Elder

 

[SimpleReading]

Morgan Powell

Morgan walked around, frustrated for being so stupid as to come here. Plus this headache was killing her, at this point, she didn't even care about the Parthenon, even though part of her will still being urged towards it. She just wanted to pack her bags, get some heavy painkillers, and get on the next flight away from Greece. She reached inside her bag, searching for the bottle of drug store painkillers she had been using since her headache had magically appeared, just to discover that she had used the last one. She sighed and looked around desperately, this was all too much for her. She took a couple deep breaths and walked towards the nearest person she could find, which ended up being two people.


"Hey uh, do you happen to know where the nearest... " She hesitated and trailed off for a moment, and a look of fear briefly crossed her face. She thought for a moment that she recognized the two of them though, she couldn't quite place where, and if she knew them, they might know her parents, and in that case, her cover would be blown. She waved off the thought quickly, thinking that she was probably wrong, and if she was right then hopefully they wouldn't recognize her in the middle of Greece.


"Sorry, uhm, where the nearest drug store or just... any store is?"


@Embaga Elder @FictionalReality

 

[FictionalReality]

Ciara awoke from her slumber, with her head still pounding, and her back sore from her uncomfortable position. She realised a moment later that this was because she was sleeping on a mini telescope that she had brought with her, in case she needed it for any of her work. She was currently having a hard time getting any of it done though, due to an incessant migraine that never seemed to cease. She had already travelled to Athens the day before, hoping to get it to stop, yet still it persisted, making her want to rip her brain out, just so that it would stop. She groaned as she opened her eyes, the harsh sun of Greece making it worse. She sat there for a while, shielding her eyes from the dreaded light, while also trying to stretch, before accepting the fact that she had to get up and do something, anything, to get her headache to go away. She had already tried painkillers, even ones specifically for migraines, and found them to be ineffective, but she had another trick up her sleeve. She had had a vision of sorts, before the pain began, of the Parthenon, which was why she had come to Athens in the first place, so she had made sure to book a hotel within walking distance, so she would be able to travel there. So, after getting ready, she grabbed her bag, and began the short walk to the Parthenon.


When she arrived there, Ciara was surprised, and slightly annoyed, to find that her headache seemed to get worse. There were also a lot of strange people around, including a few that she felt like she knew well. She contemplated going to talk to one of them, but instead found herself sitting in the middle of the ruins, ignoring the strange looks she got from the other tourists.

 

[FictionalReality]

Will glanced over at this new girl, irritated by the fact that he was having to talk to people, especially to have to admit that he didn't know something. He was surprised that anyone would even guess that he would be a local, or have been in the city long enough to know where anything was, and he guessed that anyone with any sense would agree. However, when he looked over at the girl, who clearly didn't have a brain between her ears, he felt the same ripple of recognition that he had when he first saw the boy. This time though, he brushed it off, judging from the girls accent that she couldn't have ever net met him, at least not for long enough to warrant the feeling of kinship he was feeling at that moment. He then realised that he had been staring at her for a good few minutes, and decided to answer her question. "I've only been here three days, I know as much as you do." Three days likely seemed like a long time, but he had been at the Parthenon for all of those three days, and had only ventured out for food.


@SimpleReading

 

[The Elder]

Nathan was still stuck on the fact the he knew the guy from somewhere, but he didn't know where. Was he in elementary school work him or something. He didn't know. It also didn't help when he saw a girl that he also could have known. She or seem familiar to him too. He realized he was staring into to space for too long and looks at the girl. Huh I just get here today. I wouldn't know sorry. @FictionalReality @SimpleReading

 

[FictionalReality]

Alexei wasn't one to neglect work or sleep, just to go and visit somewhere because a voice in his mind told him to. Yet here he was, laying on a bench in the shade of the Parthenon, ignoring.the dirty looks being thrown his way by people who wanted to sit down. He didn't really care what they thought, as, in his opinion, everyone deserved some time to rest. He had brought his copy of The Illiad with him, figuring that there was no more of an appropriate time to revisit it then the present. He devoured the book lazily, like a cat playing with a mouse, his normally carefree mood being slightly damaged by the fact that it felt like someone was shoving a drill into his head, but he ignored it as best he could, and continued to read in a half asleep style that was unique to him. Even in the shade the sun was warm upon his skin, and if he had to think of the perfect place to sleep, this would be it. He almost wanted to take a cat nap here and now, but he, unfortunately, couldn't, as it was likely that all of the belongings he had on him would be gone by the time he awoke. He sighed regretfully at this. Thieves always narrowed down his napping locations, even at his university.

 

[SimpleReading]

Morgan Powell

Hearing this news obviously did not excite her. She sighed and rubbed her eyes "Fantastic" she muttered. "God, is everyone here a tourist?" she muttered once again, irritably. She was at least happy that neither of them seemed to say anything about recognizing her. She guessed she'd just have to stay in the until it went away, something was still urging her to be there, and she didn't want to get lost looking for a drug store of all things. Especially in the middle of nowhere. Plus, she realized that she had already paid to get in, and she didn't have enough money to get back in if she were to leave anyways. She figured the next logical thing to do seemed to be to just walk around until she couldn't do it anymore.


"Sorry to bother you then." She told them, they both didn't seem too fond of talking to her, but maybe she was jut imagining things. She looked at each of them in turn, now certain she had seen them before, but eventually waved it off and went to walk around some more.


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[Tetro]

Donovan had watched the three from a distance, leaning against a wall and overhearing their conversation. They seemed oddly familiar despite him knowing he never met them before. He was curious to know about the location of a drug store as well, his supply of headache pills running out. His headache had become extremely mild because of the bottle her was smart enough to bring, and because the pills came from a friend who was studying medicine and was able to smuggle him some of the best stuff. He wanted to oblige the girl, figuring it would only be fair since he could she was sort of in a similar situation as himself. Actually, he felt a few people in the Parthenon that were all similar in a sense, some of them not on his good side at the moment. Donovan eventually walked over to the girl after they both got a ways away from the other two and spoke up, "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you mentioning a drug store. Something tells me it's for a headache so..." He took the bottle out of his pocket and held it out for her. "Something tells me we might be sharing for a while too." He commented, knowing something was definitely up now.


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Morgan Powell

As she walked away, she thought of what she should do next, she was honestly starting to panic a little bit. But before she could, a man approached her and the same look of fear crossed her face just for a moment as she thought she recognized him. Because this had happened three times in a row now, she figured she must be going crazy, or about hallucinating. As she heard what he had to offer she looked relieved, and was seconds away from accepting the offer before realizing that, despite what her brain thought, she didn't know this strange man offering her pills. The pills could be literally anything. But then again, her headache was pretty bad, and somehow she figured she could trust this guy. She eventually decided to say screw it, and accept the strange pills.


"Oh my god thank you! This headache is destroying me, I don't know what my problem is." She took the bottle and unscrewed the cap, shaking a pill out of it and downing it like it was going to save her life. As she handed it back, she said "really, I can't thank you enough." She really hoped that her recognizing people was jut her going crazy, and not them actually knowing her.


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[Tetro]

Watching her down the pill and thanking him he simply smiled, "It's no problem." He replied. "So... What brings you here? Just felt like you had to see the sights?" The way he asked seeming more like a hint than an actual question. He felt a sort of affection towards the girl the way he would a family member the longer he interacted with her. It was not like him to talk to someone for such a long while in a friendly tone, of course it was only a matter of time before he picked something up about the girl. As he waited for her to answer his headache came back slowly. He took two this time since it was coming back stronger than usual.


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