Realistic or Modern Godwalker (Always Accepting)

[Verse Zero]

Valeria's Room


Alpha House


Despite the rather impressive layout of the house style dormitories, their naming conventions where rather lackluster, but then again no one really cared. The Sun rose, casting it's rays over the green, eden, almost sculptured beauty of the Pacific Academy of Interdisciplinary Studies and Technical College. Reflecting off of The Hub and across the Ocean that stretched off to the West. The glittering waves crashing along the sandy beaches and green forest that encompassed the Campus. It was a tranquil morning, the milling about of students like the stirring of ants from a hill, and as the Sun's light blazed ever onward on its Celestial arc across the sky the fury of its gaze fell on the Dormitories.


On the second floor of a nice log cabin style dorm the light of morning assaulted the black curtains. Creeping through the edges, giving a white glow, and edging away the shadows of night. On a bed off to one corner, hair like the finest silk chaotically about her visage, was a slender figure. Her soft skin laid bare to the cool air of morning seeping through the cracked window. Open just enough to allow a subtle breeze into the room.


The figure stirred, rolled, and crashed down onto the pillow to face the window and it's encroaching glow. Just then, the digital clock resting atop a solid oak nightstand, emanated vibrations. Mellow sounds. Escalating into a guitar riff that jolted the figure upright. A slender arm lashed out, smacking the clock with a veritable clap!


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(The tune coming from Valeria's clock)


Raising a hand to it's mouth the figure let out a yawn. Swinging slender feet off of the bed and onto the floor. Rising out of the bed it became clear that this figure was of the feminine variety. From her long hair, chiseled features, soft skin, bust, and tight waistline down to the long legs it was clear that this was a young lady. Indeed, the turning of a brass knob, the creak of a door sliding and the revealing of clothing to match this previous fact confirmed all.


Cladding herself in blue jean shorts ending at the knees, flip flops, and a white V-neck t-shirt over a matching set of undergarments. Moving to the window the curtains fluttered open. The full might of the Sun invaded the room. Casting away the darkness and gloom. The radiance striking the girls skin in all it's youthful glory.


Moving to the desk built in a more post-modern fashion she grabbed a black backpack and a black-silver edged fountain pen. An automatic movement to the small of her neck felt a medallion in the shape of a hammer with a diminutive handle. Reassured that said medallion was still present upon her the girl opened her bedroom door and moved down the stairs. Arriving in the common room with the kitchen off to the side, laundry room down a short hall, and a screen door leading to a patio. Facing East one would come to the front door.


Moving through the living room the girl entered the kitchen. Opening a pantry the sounds of rummaging where afoot. Followed by a sign of disappointment.


"Must I mark everything that is mine?! Just because I buy cereal doesn't mean it is now everyone's cereal." Turning the box of Honey Nut Cheerios upside down as emphasis on the point she frowned. Instead opting to grab an English muffin and slide it into the toaster oven next to the microwave on the polished wooden counter.


The day had begun...


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[Athenian]

Tae Xi | Ao Guang's Godwalker


Alpha House | Laundry Room


Tae had been woken up bright and early, minus the bright. Actually, it was near black, the sky a sombre sort of navy, closer to four in the morning than five. Shutting off Beethoven's fifth with a practiced hand, Tae slowly sat up and stared at her phone, grimacing at the glaring glow. Sighing and stretching so her back let out a series of sickening cracks and pops, she ambled over to the door, grabbing a pair of running shorts as she did so, sliding them on as her free hand grabbed a duffel bag already set up by the door. Tying a scruffy ponytail, Tae was off, one of the only souls remotely active at that time.


Her destination was the track field behind the hub; before every morning practice, she would go and run a mile or two to warm up. Some called her a bit... "Intense"(if they were being nice), but Tae honestly enjoyed the exertion and swimming just wasn't really exercise for her at this point, seeing as her affinity for water combined with the fact that she was swimming with humans that definitely shouldn't know she was some kind of watered down demigod made swimming more of a menial task than anything.


She finished her two miles right as people started arriving for swim; jogging ahead to change and reach the pool before everyone(she was captain, after all; how unseemly would it be for the captain to be later than the mere mortals). She hopped in, the icy water not deterring in the slightest, dunking her head a few times and making sure her cap was nice and even. When everyone was present, their coach started calling for relays; Tae never did relays, seeing as she needed to "save her energy" for solos, which she was a steady winner in. It wasn't really something to be proud of, seeing as as Tae had an unfair, godly upper hand, but she couldn't blurt her secret and just let it be.


Unsurprisingly enough, she was put on the 1500m fly, the 200m butterfly, and the 200 breaststroke.


Afterwards, Tae had a duffel bag full with sweaty clothing and new clothing on; simply a faded blue flannel draped over clean excercising clothes. Her hair was down, steadily dripping onto a towel she had set around her shoulders, and she was listening to an English audiobook, to practice.


Gods, four years later and still practicing. She honestly didn't understand anything in the last paragraph; the slang was too confusing. Granted, she shouldn't have chosen a British wizard book, but apparently it was popular and she refused to be on the receiving end of any more scandalized gasps and horrified glares. In her opinion, they were alright, although her favourite character would always be the owl.


Meandering back to the dorm and to the laundry room -the only downside to exercising a lot was that she had to wash her clothes every single day- she grabbed an apple from a complimentary basket set outside and unloaded her clothing into one washing machine, not bothering to separate everything and starting it up with the ease of one who, say, maybe used the washing machine every morning.


She had left the laundry room only to hear the tail end of someone's rant. Or at least the last sentence, rounding the corner, she recognized the girl as someone on her floor, a few doors down; her name was... Valencia? No...


"Hello, Valeria." Yep, that was it. "Maybe put your name on it. Also are you not taking someone else's batch of muffins?" She pointed out, although she wasn't entirely sure what was what anymore. All she knew was that she was one of the few that were fine with just fruit or vegetables for breakfast, so nothing else really mattered to her.

 

[Elaraal]

Ivana's Room


Alpha House


Ivana opened her eyes long before her alarm officially marked the beginning of a new day. While it spared her from a rather unpleasant awakening, it posed a problem of another sort, namely boredom. Horrific, soul-crushing boredom that slowly sucked life out of you until nothing but an empty husk of your former self remained. Okay, that might have been a bit dramatic, but still. There weren't many things you could do so early in the morning without waking up other people. Iva didn't particularly care about her popularity among the students - that would have been a fruitless effort - however there were certain lines one should never cross. Uninterrupted slumber belonged to this group. Messing with people's sleep could potentially earn her a knife in her kidneys or maybe even something worse. Morana really wasn't as bad as people imagined her to be, but the thought of moving to her realm permanently didn't appeal to her. At least not yet.


The girl slipped out of bed quietly and walked towards her closet. She reached for the first pair of T-shirt and trousers mechanically, not really concerned whether they matched or not. (Spoiler alert: They did, even though that was due to sheer luck as finding something that wouldn't go well with an ordinary black T-shirt would be quite an accomplishment.) In the stage of life when girls typically tried to look their best, Ivana was notorious on the campus for being a bit of a slob. Not that it really bothered her. In fact, a certain freedom could be found in knowing that the bar was set so low for her that it wouldn't surprise anyone if she appeared in a classroom dressed in a paper bag. After she put her clothes on, Iva grabbed a book resting on her nightstand and left the room, leaving her bed in disarray. 'Glory to chaos' had always been her motto. Thank god she didn't have any roommates. Something told her that her habits would have turned the room into a full-fledged battlefield very soon.


I guess I could get some fresh air while reading, Ivana thought as she yawned loudly. More oxygen = increased brain activity, and that would only come in handy when deciphering this book. Archaic Russian wasn't easy to read even for natives, not to mention natives out of touch with the language. Aunt Svetlana insisted on speaking English at home, so Iva hadn't gotten to enjoy a proper conversation in Russian for about eight years now. Getting a bit rusty was only natural; a depressing yet inevitable development. That couldn't possibly discourage her from at least attempting to make a sense of the text, though. If anything, the obstacle only fueled her determination.


Once outside, Ivana sat down on the closest bench and caressed the book's cover in an almost loving manner before opening it carefully. Old tomes had this peculiar charm new publications simply couldn't compete with; they breathed history, inviting her mind on distant journeys. And what was the book about? A collection of old Slavic fairytales, legends and myths. Zorica and Danica, Perun and Veles, stuff like that. Just like all accounts left behind by humans, the information written there shouldn't be considered 100% reliable, however Iva believed that a kernel of truth was hidden in every story. Getting familiar with them couldn't hurt. And hey, perhaps she could detect some hidden reference to Godwalkers as well; something only an insider could understand!


When she finally got to chapter three, Ivana realized it was probably the time to start cooking breakfast. The kitchen was already buzzing with activity, but the girl ignored her colleagues and went straight for the fridge. The pancake dough had been prepared in advance, so she only had to fry them. Soon enough, the whole room was filled with a mouth-watering smell. Then Valeria's complaining reached her ears, which made her smirk. "Perhaps mark your territory with urine next time, that should scare off potential thieves," Ivana suggested in her strange sing-song accent, as helpful as ever.

 

[Verse Zero]

Valeria


Kitchen, Alpha House





Valeria heard the comments directed towards her, the pop! of the toaster, and to put emphasis onto point she held up the pack of muffins. Thomas English Muffins with Raisins. They where indeed Valeria's since as far as she knew she was the only one who ate said muffins. That and she could run up and get the receipt. Turning from Tae Valeria picked out her muffins from the toaster and walked over to the table. Putting them on a paper napkin she began to eat them dry. True, it was rather distasteful, she preferred them buttered, but class was looming. Not looking at Ivana, who's comment on marking territory with urine wafted over, metaphorically of course.


"Ha! I think the men in the House have mastered the art of pissing all over everything, just look at the bathroom seat!" None of the girls would disagree on that point. Valeria couldn't remember how many times they'd proverbially bleached the hall bathroom. Valeria did not havre any reservations against their male counter parts of course. But it was one of those pet peeves she had. Along with leaving the seat up.


She sat back, munching on the muffin, tasting the raisin-y goodness. Their first class was History and Philosophical Thought. The High School was structured so that various fields like History, Philosophy, and Ethics compliment each other. Giving themselves more comprehensive approaches than the traditional curriculum. The Dean of High School students himself taught this morning class. Professor Alexander Lloyd Anushire, ostensibly the English gentleman, but that was a farce. A good one. In fact every Godwalker fell for it until it was revealed that he is indeed Anubis. The Ancient Egyptian God of the Underworld. That would explain the ornate set of scales kept on his desk.


Valeria took another chunk out of her muffin as she lifted up the newspaper on the table. The Pacific Gazette. The school newspaper, which, was quite accomplished. It was printed on good quality material with a small but new printing press. Valeria always wondered how the School budget always seemed to fit such nifty and expensive things in their expenditure margins.


"Either of you ready for Professor Anushire?" asked Valeria to no one in particular. The aforementioned Professor was known to be a stickler for assigning heavy reading. Including the three chapters on Ancient Mesopotamian Religious practices. A dry read at best. Valeria might as well had been reading from some ancient cypher last night. A sixty page ancient clay cypher.


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[Silverthorn]

Victoria Lloyd


Victoria's room, Alpha House


If one were to walk down the hall Victoria's room was in, they might notice the occasional dull light shining under the door of her room, almost all night long. At first it would be the soft glow of a dim light, and then an eerie greenish hue later on in the night. Her fellow students housed in Alpha House, the other Godwalkers, would know it to be some sort of artifact, others might assume it to be a nightlight of sorts. In truth the Orb of Resurrection was a bit of both, as far as Victoria was concerned. When she studied it during the night, as she had been encouraged to do by Anubis, otherwise known as Professor Alexander Lloyd Anushire the Dean of Students, her Patron of sorts. She found his picked middle name to be annoying, a fair number of people though they were related.


That night the eerie glow was present, not ceasing until about three in the morning. Victoria was fast asleep, though she didn't need nearly as much as sleep as most people, the night and darkness itself reinvigorated her, she had developed a reputation as an insomniac because of it, but she cared little for the reputation, it was true to a certain extent after all.


There was no alarm clock in the rather barren room, Victoria was a natural riser, and when she slept in she got a little 'metal kick' from her Patron that woke her right up. Clad in simple undergarments, Victoria trudged to the small bathroom attached to her room. She had been lucky in snagging one of the few rooms with an attached bathroom. She lazily flicked on the light and went about her morning ritual. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, making her way to the foggy mirror above the sink, wiping it the mist as she started brushing her teeth, gently humming 'The British Grenadiers' as she did. She spit into the sink and rinsed her mouth, checking her teeth in the mirror and groaning. Yes, her canines were getting rather elongated. “Bloody jackal.” She grumbled. A side effect of having Anubis as her sign. Thankfully slightly sharper teeth were all she would get, or so Anubis said.


Victoria walked back into her main room and laid out some clothes as she dried off, throwing her towel into a laundry basket when she was done. She slipped on her clothes, settling for simple clothes today, rather then her more posh ones. A simple pair of jeans and a rather tight black V-cut t-shirt. Vic couldn't help but smirk slightly as she looked down at herself. She was an exceptionally developed young woman, and she took some pride in that. She caught plenty of eyes wherever she walked, but some people thought that having rather large breasts and a very feminine figure made her someone easy to hook up with, but she was quite the opposite. With a final nod to herself after she had brushed her hair, Vic slipped on a pair of socks and shoes and made her way down to the first floor, hearing people in the kitchen.


She entered the kitchen to find three people there. Valeria, Tae Xi, and Ivana. She didn't know the last two very well, but Valeria was a good friend.


“Morning.” Victoria said, her accent still shone strong in her talk, and she would have it no other way. She grinned when she saw the discarded box of Honey Nut Cheerios as she walked past Valeria. She spotted half an English muffin on her friends plate and quickly reached out and nabbed it.


“A dry English Muffin? Sacrilege, Valeria!” She said in mock admonishment even as her free hand reached down to the little tray of butter and took off the case, using a butter knife to cut off a small slice of butter, and then spread it over the remaining muffin before taking a bite, turning to smirk teasingly at Valeria as she chewed, giving her friend a wink as she turned against and turned on the electronic kettle.


"Never start the day without a cup of tea!" She declared as she set out a tea cup, fished out a bag of tea from a well hidden corner of a cabinet, and waited for the water to boil.

 

[Verse Zero]

Valeria


Alpha House Kitchen





"Uh!" Valeria's exclamation at Victoria's sudden thievery of her English muffin was low in tone. She wasn't really offended, such antics proved a norm for Victoria, if anything it was entirely expected. Swallowing the last bit of muffin in her mouth Valeria stood up and gathered her personal effects for class. Grabbing her black backpack Valeria made her way to leave. Exiting out the front door of Alpha House and into the sunny morning drenching the North-Western Coast of the United States. Walking along the side walk she could feel the cool breeze wafting from across the Ocean, snaking through the trees, and tingling her skin. Only to be replaced immediately after by the ceaseless fury of the Sun as it climbed the sky.


Students drifted in and out of the dorm houses. Some sat on benches, on the green gas, or on the railings of porches. Others moved up and back from campus. Highschool and College students mixed and mingled. Every now and then one would see a faculty member on their journeys about the beautiful landscape. Faculty both human and not. Though the later masked themselves so as to mix in with humanity perfectly.


Making her way up the Highschool Valeria caught several glances of her male peers. She was beautiful, tall, and intelligent. Anyone thinking her a bimbo or some other stereotype quickly ate those words. The air conditioned hallways, somehow kept at a perfect 68 degrees, replaced the cool breeze. Being a constant reminder of the AC units working ceaselessly to keep everyone from boiling under the hot days. The climate was still enraptured in Summer, Autumn coolness and Winter chill a long way's away.


Taking a left turn, and up a flight of stairs, feeling the ornate wooden carviture of the railing under her left palm. Carving's of mermaids, sea creatures, and coral ornately layered to provide a shockingly detailed sea of scenery. Taking a quick right Valeria entered the first class on the left. Some students had already arrived, some she knew already as fellow Godwalkers, and the professor was already rummaging through papers. Professor Anushire was for all intents and purposes bookish and normal. Possessing an English accent that flowed effortlessly from his lips. Little did anyone know he was neither British nor Human. A full fledged Egyptian God sat behind that desk.


"Valeria, pleasant morning?" The students turned as one to look at her. Anushire hadn't even looked up, and Valeria had been quiet. Practiced clarity came over Valeria as she worked out her reply, "Yes professor. It was pleasant."


"English muffin?" Anushire's question caught her off guard. The Professor held up a pen to point, and Valeria glanced down, a large crumb was on her shirt. Flustered Valeria picked it out and flicked it into the garbage receptacle. Again, Anushire did not even look up.


"Sorry professor and thank you." Grasping the chair closest to her Valeria took the nearest seat.





"No need to apologize my dear. Will the lovely ladies Ivana, Victoria, and Tae be joining us this morning?"


"Yes sir. They all should be coming shortly."


Class officially did not start for another fifteen minutes.

 

[Silverthorn]

Victoria waved to Valeria as she left the house, her water boiling not long after. She fixed herself a proper cup of tea, and then filled two medium sized thermos with hot water, and packed two small 'tea packs', as she called them. A few bags of tea, and a small container of milk to go with each thermos. She took a sip from her cup and smiled, letting out a content sigh, until she looked down at herself. What had she been thinking when she got dressed this morning? She'd get a dozen different talks about modesty and dressing properly from the teachers. She excused herself from the kitchen and returned to her room, carrying her tea with her. She set the cup down on her desk and began looking through her closet.


She pulled out a few over shirts, deciding jeans were fine for the day, and she just needed to cover up a little. Of course button up shirts were still a nightmare for a chest like hers, the buttons could unbutton on their own, and if she managed to button all of them the entire shirt would look a little silly, but it would have to be enough. She settled for a dark gray polo shirt, three buttons would be easier to manage then eight, and slipped it on over v-neck. She checked to make sure her hair was still in order, then quickly downed the rest of her tea. A waste to drink it so fast, but time was pressing. She grabbed her bag and slung it over a shoulder and headed downstairs, first stopping in the kitchen to transfer her tea kits into her bag, then left.


The sun felt wonderful on her skin and Victoria wore a small smile as she walked to the main building, ignoring the looks she always got. Desire from men and women alike, as well as envy from some women, today there were even a few whistles thrown her way, but were quickly silenced with a quick glare at the offenders. Victoria had a reputation that was firmly cemented throughout the school, and that was that she was not a person to mess with. She had a fair list of people she had broken the bones of when they got a little too friendly, all chalked up to her athleticism. She was on the track team, the female rugby team, and a few other 'For fun' groups. She made sure to always tone herself down in matches and competitions though, not wanting to give a hint that she wasn't a normal person. Of course even forcing herself to tone down her strength and abilities she was a star athlete without even trying.


She entered the main building and quickly made her way to class, not bothering to take in the scenery today. She put a perfectly delighted smile on her face as she walked into the room. With practiced ease she opened her shoulder strapped book bag and pulled out one of the thermos and tea kits.


“Morning, Professor.” She said in a cheery tone, making a point to smile enough to show off her canine teeth, her eyes fixing him with a little glare of annoyance as she set the thermos and tea kit down on the usual spot on his desk. Some people had thought there was an improper relationship between Victoria and Professor Anushire, but thankfully most just figured they shared a kinship, with the Professor and Victoria both sharing Lloyd in their names, even though it was the Professors middle name and Victoria's surname. Still, it didn't stop students from speculating, from an improper relationship, to just being both British and sharing some culture from home while 'stranded' in the western US.


They made it sound so overly dramatic.