Multiple Settings 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑰𝑪

Maverick. · Jul 20, 2021

Mylo Garrick

unsettled — Leon beach— outfit — interactions: Ikenna/Oshea/Antonina

erzulie

fin

cablebelly

Sometimes, Mylo felt like Antonina resembled some sort of big sister. She was the kind of person to sit next to someone and hold their hand through a horror movie. She’d cover everyone’s ears when the monsters roared, and she’d stifle her own screams to prove that no one needed to be afraid. It often seemed like she was the oldest young woman he’d ever met. And he knew that it wasn’t fair that she always had to be the one to keep her eyes open through the scary parts.

If he could get to whatever cruelly crafted, inexorable television she was forced to sit and watch, he’d throw it out the window.

And yet, when Oshea said that she’d had a vision, Mylo just sat there.

Antonina was trying her best to stay on her feet, but it was clear that whatever she’d seen had taken a toll on her. She’d just been dunked in freezing water, and now that she had pulled herself out, it still seemed like she was slipping on the ice.

Oshea had swooped in by this point, and it was clear that for the moment where Antonina wavered, he acted as a lifeboat. Mylo knew that the two shared something that tied them together, and if anyone could pull her up, it was Oshea. But Shea was still Shea. While there was no doubt that he was a good guy, Mylo knew what it meant when one’s hands were only steady when they were wrapped around a weapon. And a bottle could wound, whether full, empty, or broken. There were times where Mylo got the sense that the demigod knew that as well. Some men couldn’t be trusted behind the wheel.

When Oshea glanced at him, Mylo caught his eye.

Please don’t fucking drop her.

It didn’t take long for Antonina to reestablish her roots and raise her chin, and although her features still held a weathered look, she’d begun to carve herself a set of armor. It’d been an entire season since he’d been called by the nickname she'd given him, and hearing it sent a jolt through his chest. His tongue appeared to be hiding, because he couldn’t seem to find any words. Instead, all he did was stare, eyes wide and mouth so tight that he couldn’t even summon a smirk when Antonina told off Ikenna with a fiery threat.

When Oshea and Antonina walked off toward the portal, Mylo just watched. He knew that he should get up and chase after her, grab her arm and make sure that she was going to be okay. But he also knew that his presence generally only served to make situations worse rather than better, so he stayed put.

When he was a kid, he would sit on his bed and stare at his door at night as though he were waiting for it to explode. He’d hold his breath and strain his ears, trying to convince himself that the footsteps that he thought he’d heard down the hall were really just his own heartbeats. If he held his breath long enough, he could force himself into thin air. If he got up and peeked behind the door, it meant risking a meeting with whatever might be lurking behind it.

If Mylo had been taught to give justice to his feelings through speech, he’d say that he felt kind of like that.

But then Ikenna’s hand was thrust into his face, offering to pull him back into reality. Mylo stared at it for a moment, and although he’d never admit it, a wave of relief washed over him. Even though that same hand had been pummeling his face not ten minutes before, he was almost grateful for it.

“Roommates,” Mylo muttered, and he was glad to hear that his real voice sounded different than the one in his head. “Great.”

He ran his hand over his mouth and chin, making sure his palm was sufficiently bloodied before he grabbed onto Ikenna’s wrist. He pulled himself up with a grunt, thrusting himself to his feet as quickly as possible to avoid wobbling. Once standing, he faced Ikenna with a smirk. With the same bloody hand, he gave the other legacy a pat on the back, leaving a faint palm print on a spot that would require an awkward reach to wipe it off. Before Ikenna could respond with some sort of retaliation, Mylo turned and began striding toward the shoreline.

“Y’know,” he said, raising his voice so that the other man could still hear him as he walked away toward the waves. “If you hadn’t gone for my fucking nose, I wouldn’t have had to bleed all over my favorite sweater. So thanks for that.”

Once at the water’s edge, Mylo kicked off his shoes and removed his socks, shoving them in the space between the laces and the soles. Leaving his shoes in the sand, he pulled the hems of his jeans over his calves and waded into the ocean, stopping when the water lapped just below his knees. That was as far as he ever went anymore.

He rolled up his sleeves and bent over to dip his fingers into the sea. With cupped hands, he brought the water to his face. He knew that the salt water was good for cuts. It made wounds heal faster. He thought about that as he let the water drip down his face, washing away the blood from his nose with salty streams that ran just below his eyes. Mylo spent a lot of time at the beach.

He pulled his sleeves back down over his wrists and began to pat his face dry, taking care to avoid touching his nose too harshly. He turned and stomped back toward the shore through the waves. He scooped up his shoes by the laces as he passed them, opting to let them swing by his side rather than putting them back on.

“You better not have picked up any bad habits while you were away. Fucking roommates. You’re already on thin fucking ice,” Mylo told Ikenna as he drew closer, trudging through the sand with bare feet. “You’re lucky I’m still putting up with your annoying ass.”

He stopped when he reached his sword. He’d abandoned it before, and it sat in the sand where Oshea had dropped it. He reached down and grasped the hilt, grimacing as though he were reaching into a snake hole. It hissed as the blade scraped through the sand when he pulled it up, but his fist held it steady.

He looked back at Ikenna, tilting his head and letting out a bored sigh. He wasn’t a fan of the portals, and he generally preferred to walk, just as he had last night when he’d trekked down to the beach. But right now, he wasn’t in great shape, and he needed to properly clean himself up. Not to mention he didn’t want Ikenna barging into the dorm room before he got there. It would be just his luck if he’d left a notebook out or How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days was still queued on the T.V.

With a shrug, he gestured toward the portal with the tip of his sword. The blade led the way, and he let his feet follow.

Mylo Garrick
mood: unsettled
location: Leon beach
outfit
interactions: Ikenna/Oshea/Antonina
tags:

erzulie

fin

cablebelly

Sometimes, Mylo felt like Antonina resembled some sort of big sister. She was the kind of person to sit next to someone and hold their hand through a horror movie. She’d cover everyone’s ears when the monsters roared, and she’d stifle her own screams to prove that no one needed to be afraid. It often seemed like she was the oldest young woman he’d ever met. And he knew that it wasn’t fair that she always had to be the one to keep her eyes open through the scary parts.

If he could get to whatever cruelly crafted, inexorable television she was forced to sit and watch, he’d throw it out the window.

And yet, when Oshea said that she’d had a vision, Mylo just sat there.

Antonina was trying her best to stay on her feet, but it was clear that whatever she’d seen had taken a toll on her. She’d just been dunked in freezing water, and now that she had pulled herself out, it still seemed like she was slipping on the ice.

Oshea had swooped in by this point, and it was clear that for the moment where Antonina wavered, he acted as a lifeboat. Mylo knew that the two shared something that tied them together, and if anyone could pull her up, it was Oshea. But Shea was still Shea. While there was no doubt that he was a good guy, Mylo knew what it meant when one’s hands were only steady when they were wrapped around a weapon. And a bottle could wound, whether full, empty, or broken. There were times where Mylo got the sense that the demigod knew that as well. Some men couldn’t be trusted behind the wheel.

When Oshea glanced at him, Mylo caught his eye.

Please don’t fucking drop her.

It didn’t take long for Antonina to reestablish her roots and raise her chin, and although her features still held a weathered look, she’d begun to carve herself a set of armor. It’d been an entire season since he’d been called by the nickname she'd given him, and hearing it sent a jolt through his chest. His tongue appeared to be hiding, because he couldn’t seem to find any words. Instead, all he did was stare, eyes wide and mouth so tight that he couldn’t even summon a smirk when Antonina told off Ikenna with a fiery threat.

When Oshea and Antonina walked off toward the portal, Mylo just watched. He knew that he should get up and chase after her, grab her arm and make sure that she was going to be okay. But he also knew that his presence generally only served to make situations worse rather than better, so he stayed put.

When he was a kid, he would sit on his bed and stare at his door at night as though he were waiting for it to explode. He’d hold his breath and strain his ears, trying to convince himself that the footsteps that he thought he’d heard down the hall were really just his own heartbeats. If he held his breath long enough, he could force himself into thin air. If he got up and peeked behind the door, it meant risking a meeting with whatever might be lurking behind it.

If Mylo had been taught to give justice to his feelings through speech, he’d say that he felt kind of like that.

But then Ikenna’s hand was thrust into his face, offering to pull him back into reality. Mylo stared at it for a moment, and although he’d never admit it, a wave of relief washed over him. Even though that same hand had been pummeling his face not ten minutes before, he was almost grateful for it.

“Roommates,” Mylo muttered, and he was glad to hear that his real voice sounded different than the one in his head. “Great.”

He ran his hand over his mouth and chin, making sure his palm was sufficiently bloodied before he grabbed onto Ikenna’s wrist. He pulled himself up with a grunt, thrusting himself to his feet as quickly as possible to avoid wobbling. Once standing, he faced Ikenna with a smirk. With the same bloody hand, he gave the other legacy a pat on the back, leaving a faint palm print on a spot that would require an awkward reach to wipe it off. Before Ikenna could respond with some sort of retaliation, Mylo turned and began striding toward the shoreline.

“Y’know,” he said, raising his voice so that the other man could still hear him as he walked away toward the waves. “If you hadn’t gone for my fucking nose, I wouldn’t have had to bleed all over my favorite sweater. So thanks for that.”

Once at the water’s edge, Mylo kicked off his shoes and removed his socks, shoving them in the space between the laces and the soles. Leaving his shoes in the sand, he pulled the hems of his jeans over his calves and waded into the ocean, stopping when the water lapped just below his knees. That was as far as he ever went anymore.

He rolled up his sleeves and bent over to dip his fingers into the sea. With cupped hands, he brought the water to his face. He knew that the salt water was good for cuts. It made wounds heal faster. He thought about that as he let the water drip down his face, washing away the blood from his nose with salty streams that ran just below his eyes. Mylo spent a lot of time at the beach.

He pulled his sleeves back down over his wrists and began to pat his face dry, taking care to avoid touching his nose too harshly. He turned and stomped back toward the shore through the waves. He scooped up his shoes by the laces as he passed them, opting to let them swing by his side rather than putting them back on.

“You better not have picked up any bad habits while you were away. Fucking roommates. You’re already on thin fucking ice,” Mylo told Ikenna as he drew closer, trudging through the sand with bare feet. “You’re lucky I’m still putting up with your annoying ass.”

He stopped when he reached his sword. He’d abandoned it before, and it sat in the sand where Oshea had dropped it. He reached down and grasped the hilt, grimacing as though he were reaching into a snake hole. It hissed as the blade scraped through the sand when he pulled it up, but his fist held it steady.

He looked back at Ikenna, tilting his head and letting out a bored sigh. He wasn’t a fan of the portals, and he generally preferred to walk, just as he had last night when he’d trekked down to the beach. But right now, he wasn’t in great shape, and he needed to properly clean himself up. Not to mention he didn’t want Ikenna barging into the dorm room before he got there. It would be just his luck if he’d left a notebook out or How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days was still queued on the T.V.

With a shrug, he gestured toward the portal with the tip of his sword. The blade led the way, and he let his feet follow.

RosateNena · Jul 23, 2021

And they were roommates!

Gasp

Oh my God, they were roommates.

Satellite by Guster

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· Interactions

Fletcher & Leia.

· Location

Silva dormatory.

As the day moved on and everyone began to move towards getting themselves situated in their dormitories, Fletcher glimmered with excitement, looking to Leia. When he’d gotten the letter over the summer that she was going to be his roommate, it was so surprising at first he had put the letter back in the envelope and pulled it out again just to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. In a dorm full of thousands of kids, the one person he’d managed to befriend in his dorm was gonna be his roommate? Time and time again, things felt a little too good to be true.

The crowd began to dissipate, and soon enough Fletcher and Leia found themselves alone in their path. No more small talk with reunited summer faces could stall their entry to what was now their shared dorm. Was he stalling? Maybe a little. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited, no, he was over the moon about this. It was just that the dorm that Leia was moving into was the dorm he’d been living in for the past year, and after his roommate had moved out, Fletcher had… kind of trashed it.

He’d never had a bachelor pad. Actually, he had never had his own room. He and his mom lived in a tiny little apartment and he for the most part had slept on the couch. Suddenly, David, Fletcher’s bookish roommate who utterly drowned him out by wearing headphones nonstop was gone, and Fletcher realized he had a mancave all to himself. Safe to say until the roommate letter appeared, he washed dishes maybe once a blue moon, threw his clothes everywhere, and hung up cereal boxes and redbull cartons like decor. It was fun while it lasted, but he was actually kind of glad to have a fresh presence like Leia’s in arms reach. And maybe she’d help him keep it less like a pigsty. Luckily, life was a bit easier in a pinch when you had super speed, and with a few bursts of energy, Fletcher had managed to clean it considerably.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Fletcher nudged Leia shoulder-to-shoulder, smiling wide. He was still glowing from the warm welcome Althea and Alina had greeted him with, and he felt at ease enough not to be buzzing and fritzing beside her as they walked at normal speed to the Silva dorm. “Sooooo, summer questions aside, I just wanna lay down the law.” He paused. “Or well, more like, I want you to lay down the law. I feel super bad you’re moving into what I made my man cave this summer, so please yell at me if something’s gross or way too Fletcher-y. And we can change any decorations, or whatever. I’m at your mercy.” He flashed her another smile.

Leia nudged Fletcher back, returning the smile and shaking her head slightly. “Please, I don’t think there is such a thing as ‘too Fletcher-y.’ In fact, I don’t think I can get enough of you!” Had she been flirting? Perhaps, but most definitely not intentionally. She was actually entirely oblivious to these types of things, which might just kill Fletcher before the end of the year. The irony of the situation is that she genuinely meant what she said, just not in the way that most people would perceive it.

“We can make it our own-- together. Actually, I brought you something that might just kick-start our interior designer careers. It should be in the room by now, but I brought a snake plant for us to take care of! They’re pretty low maintenance while still bringing a nice touch to the place.” She glanced towards Fletcher, smirk etching itself onto her face. “Snake plants also symbolize cleanliness. Just saying.”

Toying with the seed packet and seedling bookmarks that Fletcher had gifted to her, Leia smiled to herself as she thought about rooming with the son of Hermes. Truthfully, she already knew that she would be the one mainly taking care of the snake plant; however, she also knew that Fletcher would try, and his attempts to make an effort for her are what she appreciates the most. “We can also grow these together,” she lifted the gifts in her hand. “I’m excited to see what they are.” She already knew what plants they were, based on the seed alone, but she loved to see Fletcher get excited over the mystery of it.

Eventually, the two had reached their destination and paused in front of the door. Leia felt around her pockets before realization struck. She glanced towards Fletcher, adorning a sheepish expression in the process. “Fletch, I left my key in one of my bags without even thinking about it. Do you mind unlocking it?” She tilted her head to gesture towards the door.

Fletcher did have a certain amount of clarity of mind in this moment, and found himself pausing in surprise at her comment. Can’t get enough? Of him? He was pretty sure everyone had enough of him. He had actually been worrying about annoying Leia too much by living with her to the point where she’d hate to be his friend any longer. But Leia continued on, so Fletcher shook away the thought, and continued to smile at her as she spoke.

We can make it our own. His smile broadened at this statement, and he nodded along. He had absolutely zero eye for decor, but maybe with Leia’s presence they’d figure out something half decent. At the mention of the plant, his eyes widened excitedly. “A snake plant?” He echoed. He had no idea what that looked like. He imagined it had to be something like a snake. That was the only option, right? At her jab, his cheeks reddened a bit more. “Haha, cleanliness. Hah. Yeah, good. I need that.”

He raised his hands up, shaking his head. “I can try to help you take care of it, but if that plant wants to live, I think it’s gonna want to see you more than me. It’s gonna be good, though. And the snake plant too. They can be buddies, like this one will have a cool older snake brother plant. Yaknow?” He watched her try to open the door with a small lopsided grin, puffing up his chest when she finally relented. “Of course, of course. Fletch to the rescue.” Fletch, however, did not reach into his pocket for a key. He’d lost his months ago. Luckily, locks sort of bent to his will, and the door to his room knew him well enough to simply unlock in his presence. It looked like Fletch had eagerly been waiting to show off this cool trick, and he put a hand over the doorknob as a series of clicks occured, as if he had just placed a key in it, and the door unlocked under his hand.

Fletcher opened the door to a very decent looking dorm room. It had evidently just been cleaned, but how much of it Leia could tell he’d done in a hurry was up to her. He did everything in a hurry, really. Fletcher and his previous roommate had not really invested in buying furniture or making the place feel like home. David had just spent all his time in his room, so the common area was pretty untouched. “It ain’t much, but it’s honest livin’.” Fletcher said with a fake country accent, shrugging helplessly. Leia’s bags had already been deposited in the corner. “That one’s my room,” He said, pointing to the door farther down, “So this one’s yours? My other roommate was pretty low maintenance, I’m sure it’s in good shape.” As they walked further into the room, Fletcher realized he had done everything except one thing -- removed the joke tapestry that hung over the couch.

“Oh my god.” Fletcher said, then slapped a hand over his mouth. In a whirlwind the tapestry was ripped off the wall, the door to his room opened and closed, and then Fletcher returned to the spot he’d been standing, chest heaving. “You saw nothing.”

Following Fletcher into the dorm, Leia found herself genuinely impressed by how clean it was. Well, for Fletcher’s standards, that is. She could clearly see that he had mistakenly thrown garbage into the kitchen sink and dirty dishes into the nearby garbage can, but that was something they could fix later. Yet again, it was his effort that she appreciated.

“I’m digging the lawn chairs.” Stifling her laughter, she gestured towards the two plastic lawn chairs that took place in the common room instead of a couch. It had been difficult for Leia to stop herself from laughing when the lawn chairs were the only pieces of furniture in the room, and they stuck out like a sore thumb. “Hey,” she gently nudged his shoulder, “I call dibs on the left one.”

As she went to claim her seat while Fletcher explained the rooming situation, something happened to catch her eye. Lo and behold, she found herself faced with the image of Appa, a character from the Last Airbender franchise, holding a shotgun while wearing a black bandana. She had just made out the words on the tapestry when it suddenly disappeared, along with Fletcher. There was the sound of a door opening and closing, yet her eyes remained fixated on where the decoration once hung.

Leia, wearing a smug expression, slowly turned towards Fletcher. “‘Appa wit da choppa,’ huh?” After letting the silence sit between the two of them for a moment, she found herself bursting into laughter. When she thought that she had calmed down a couple of times, she would picture the tapestry again and commence another laughing fit. It was the silent type of laughter-- laughter filled with so much joy that she struggled to catch her breath.

Leaning onto Fletcher for support, she gently massaged her aching abdomen with one hand while she wiped her tears away with the other. “No, no, it’s good. You said you were at my mercy? Well, my first request is for you to put it back up. It’s cute-- represents your personality.”

Truly, Leia was proud of how Fletcher has maintained the place. She knew of his past and understood that having a place to himself was an entirely new and scary experience. Even so, he’s done well on his own. She made a mental note to express her sentiment to him in the future.

Gently pushing herself away from Fletcher, Leia went for one of her bags. Taking out two boxes, she placed them on the nearby counter and gestured for her new roommate to stand next to her. “Come open your gifts.”

Oh, fuck, the lawn chairs. Oh god. Fletcher knew he wouldn’t last a moment under the opposite sex’s scrutiny. He’d been doomed from the start even if there wasn’t any more cheezit dust on the floor or redbull can towers on the window sills. She didn’t seem to mind, and collapsed in the left chair pretty gladly, (funny, because he’d already preferred the right) but he couldn’t help as his cheeks continued to redden. A little out of breath with the sudden burst of effort he’d made to be extra speedy to hide the tapestry, he looked to her and found that she was staring straight at its absence. Defeated, Fletcher buried his head in his hands, and only peeked through the cracks in his fingers when the silence ended at her burst of laughter.

It took him a second to shake off the embarrassment, but he started to laugh with her too. He acted gladly as a support beam as the two giggled together, his shoulders relaxing with a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding. It was nerve wracking to bring someone you cared about into a space that you’d lived in like a gremlin for a while. But they were laughing, and his tension eased, and things felt good.

When she stood on her own, Fletcher zipped back into his room and as quick as it had disappeared, rehung the Appa tapestry. He put on his hands on his hips like a proud dad, and gleamed at Leia. That thankful sparkle glimmered in his eye. “My personality, huh? I should take that as a compliment, right?” He watched her rummage around in her bags, but it didn’t click that the rummaging was for him until she beckoned him close.

He shuffled forward like a kid, pointed at himself to say, for me?, and then gingerly opened the first box like it might have a puppy inside. The larger one came first, and Fletcher beamed considerably at the sight of the snake plant greeting him. He pulled it out, and as if it were a pet, patted it on one of its snaking leaves. “Aw, Leia! I love him. Looks less like a snake than I thought, but I get it. I totally get it. Very snake inspired. We’ve adopted a son and I will not let him die, so help me god. Gods. Demeter, I guess. Your mom. Have your mom help us please.” Fletcher placed the plant politely on the counter, figuring he’d move it to the windowsill once he’d opened this other box. Yes, at least he knew that plants liked windowsills. Better than redbull towers.

The next box smelled good even before he opened it. Fletcher ate like a madman to sustain the amount of calories he burned by running so much, and while he wasn’t very picky, he knew when there was something good wafting past his nose. Before opening it, Fletcher gave Leia an excited look, and then dove in. The sweet smell of chilli and chocolate hit him as a beautiful platter of cookies became visible in the box.

“No. Way.” Fletcher said, clearly biased towards this gift. Yes, the plant rocked. He would never say otherwise. But the plant had stakes and the cookies did not. Whenever Leia cooked he hung around just to get a taste, and he could tell that these were baked with so much Leia-goodness. Instantly he grabbed one and took a bite. Spicy, but not enough to kill him, and sweet along with it. “Thisth isth so good!” He said through a mouthful, and then managed to swallow before speaking again. “Everything you cook is. Amazing. As always. I am so sorry but there is genuinely nothing in the fridge except redbull. I do have instant ramen though.” He finished off the cookie in two more bites, dusted his hands off, resisted getting another, and leaned against the counter, touching a leaf of the snake plant as if shaking its hand. “This is gonna rock. I can tell.”

Leia’s eyes crinkled as she smiled; seeing Fletcher appreciate her gifts made her day ten times better than it already was. To her, there is no better feeling than watching others appreciate something she put her effort into. The feeling is only amplified when it comes to as good of a friend as Fletcher.

“We won’t need my mom to help you because I’m sure you’re gonna do great without her.” She slung an arm around his shoulders, giving a slight squeeze of affection before letting go. “Besides, I’m kind of a carbon copy of my mom, am I not good enough to help you?” Holding a hand to her chest and sighing dramatically, she tried her best to feign being hurt. “How rude.”

With the plant set aside, Fletcher began to open the present that Leia was more excited about. Fletcher would often act as her guinea pig when it came to new dishes or baked goods, and her chili chocolate chip cookies were her latest concoction. She preferred savory things over spicy and sweet, making Fletcher the first to try them. Well aware that he can only handle oh-so-much spice, she tried her best to tone it down a bit for him.

“Really?” She excitedly clapped her hands together. “That’s so good to hear, I was hoping that you’d like the blend of sweet and spicy.” Watching as he finished off the baked good, Leia made a mental note to make more for him someday. After all, they were living together now, so she could make him try a different dish every day if she truly wanted to. Of course, he would happily oblige without her even asking.

“Well,” Leia stepped around the counter to rummage through her bags for her wallet, “what good are cookies without milk? Let’s go to the campus store for some groceries, I wanna get some ingredients for a couple of new dishes. With my guinea pig at my side,” she reached forward to squeeze his face between her hands, “I’ll probably be cooking and baking a lot more now.”

“I-I mean, of course we don’t need your mom, we’ve got you, don’t be pouty.” Fletcher said, half worried half joking, watching her sigh dramatically. He rubbed the back of his head, becoming dimly aware of the fact that he was taking everything she said way too seriously, while Leia was laughing off every comment she made. The cookies had definitely helped to bring some sense to his head, the spice melting away the nerves, and he tried to relax further.

He watched her step around the counter eagerly, knowing what a grocery trip would mean. His days of instant ramen were probably over, now that Leia was in his presence, and he eagerly nodded along to her suggestion. He would’ve laughed at the guinea pig comment if he had not found his cheeks smushed between her hands, whatever relaxation having crept into his system instantly being banished by an unfortunate shade of red.

“Um, uh, er.” Fletcher.exe had stopped working. It took him about ten awkward seconds to regain control over his limbs and try to understand what the hell it meant for a girl who was also your roommate to squish your face.

“Yes. Groceries. We go.” He blurted, and marched out the door like a robot.

Leia & Fletcher.

code by low fidelity.

erzulie · Jul 23, 2021

mood: hyped
outfit: here
location: whispering woods
mentions:
interactions: amina
tags:

RosateNena

Alina Soleil

“the sunlight paints us gold.”

With the return of new students and the arrival of new ones Mythos had been abuzz with activity. There was no time busier than the first day of school as people looked for their classes and adjusted to life on the island once again. Four days had passed since they’d returned and Alina had been busy ever since. As one of the members of the welcoming committee her schedule had been full with helping new students integrate into the Mythos culture. She had been more than happy to help. It was always nice to see what interesting people had joined them on the island each time school started up again.

Mythos was full of traditions and she didn’t think that she’d have to guide them through one of the most popular traditions on campus. The Welcoming Feast and Party was held inside of the infamous Whispering Woods. It was said that the woods were alive and at this moment Alina couldn’t agree more as she entered the scene. Her fellow Artem members had truly outdone themselves this time. There were fairy lights to keep the area well lit and fight off any creatures lurking at the edge of the woods. Live entertainment played from the large stage at the front of the area while a large bonfire was placed in the middle and tables with an array of food and drinks of all types were set aside for the students.

“Wow, they really went all out huh?” Alina looked to Amina. Originally her friend hadn’t planned on coming out to the party but this some convincing, she’d managed to get her to come along. Amina was more introverted compared to most people but Alina was confident that she could get her to open up a little more. There was nothing wrong with keeping to oneself but there was so much that could be missed when closed off.

Alina had invited Amina to a sleepover at her dorm since they were without roommates this time around. The two of them had done everything from painting each other’s nails to picking out their outfits with each other's help. It was sad that the two of them couldn’t room together officially but Alina was happy with what she could get.

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cablebelly · Jul 27, 2021

Nina didn’t usually go to a party without an objective. The concept was certainly an oxymoron, and she was well aware of the fact, but it didn’t do much in the way of deterring her from her goal. Nina didn’t like to party at Mythos. She didn’t like to lose her inhibitions, her control. And while partying was a past time she employed back at home, when demigods and goddesses weren’t real and life didn’t expand into realms of evil monsters and crippling futures, here, under all the pressure she put on herself, partying felt like a waste of time she couldn’t afford. And watching Shea lose himself under the influence had taken away any taste she had left for the sport.

It had been a quiet first few days in their dorm. Matters of the future left them at each other’s throats, even after a blissful summer, free of the Oracle program’s burden on their shoulders. Mostly hers. He was always so busy drowning himself, but then he felt obligated to remind her that she could drown with him too. Unlike Oshea, Nina insisted on playing the part her godly parent asked of her. What was all this for if not to use their gifts? Maybe if he ever tried to hone in on his voices rather then stamp them out, he’d find comfort in anything but the bottle.

She hated him for it. For being content to get lost in the waves, to dive in head first and stay under. She wanted him present, with her, awake and alive, not stumbling on his feet. But he only woke up to tell her otherwise, and over these years, the contention had only fueled her fire more. Every time they had this sort of argument, Nina pressed her nose further to the grindstone. Tried harder, trained harder, fell more into the arms of the other oracles more than her own partner. Normally, after something like this, she’d go straight to the higher ups and log the vision. Start prepping plans to incur minimal damage. There was only one problem. This time, it was Mylo.

There were thousands of students on Mythos. She’d seen visions of too many to know all of them personally, though sometimes familiar faces cropped up in the sidelines. Normally, visions from touching other people were personal to them. A future hope coming true, a fear becoming real. Nothing as violent as what she had seen off of Mylo, and only a handful of times had she gotten a fully prophetic vision from brushing against skin. One that rendered her completely imobile, caused both her eyes to become alight with glow.

She fought with Shea, and then she spent the rest of the days avoiding him, giving her plenty of time to play the vision in her mind over and over again. To watch Mylo be ripped apart, dangled, dragged away. The first few days on campus felt like being on autopilot, walking through the murk of her vision instead of the bright lights of Mythos. She saw it in her dreams and she saw it in her waking eyes, and for the first time in her short career as oracle, Nina decided she would do something about it.

Antonina sat quietly through the oracle program orientation. She sat beside Shea, and they did not speak. The orientation came and went, and Nina did not stand to speak to the council. Normally, she’d pass on a vision, and it’d be out of her hands. Telling people about what she saw would often scare them into something worse, but Mylo was her friend. Someone she cared for, deeply, and someone she had never wanted to see suffer such harm. Her vision wasn’t clear, if he’d been dead or alive. She loathed the thought. So she kept silent, and decided that this time, past Shea, past the program, Nina would take her vision into her own hands, and tell Mylo.

Shea had probably already gotten wind of this plan just by watching her sit pretty during the orientation. If he had opinions, which he most definitely did, Nina didn’t give him the chance to voice him. She was surprisingly good at dodging him, even if they lived in the same room, and she already knew when the best time to get Mylo away from his posse would be.

The Whispering Woods sparkled under the tasteful touch of the Artem students. Nina knew it well by now, and always had a sense of appreciation for the way their hand on any decor always elevated its class. Though she wore a simple summer dress, Nina never carried herself with the disposition of someone who looked ready to do anything but party. If anything she seemed more suited to enter the Whispering Woods like she was going for a job interview. Tight faced, stiff limbed, eyes watchful.

Finding herself some corner of the party to wait in, where she would be out of eyeshot for most of those who enjoyed keeping in the center of things, Nina watched. Her red solo cup was filled with non-alcoholic wine, just so she didn’t look utterly and completely out of place. It wouldn’t be long now before Oshea strolled in with his motley crew, and she figured he and Ikenna would quickly get drunk enough for her to get ahold of Mylo before he was totally wasted. He’d probably hate to be sober to hear what she was going to say, but it was better that way. And she had decided not to give him a choice.

Hopefully he didn’t hate her after this.

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nina

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erzulie · Jul 27, 2021

mood: chill
outfit: here
location: his & mylo’s dorm
mentions: mylo
interactions: npc
tags:

Maverick.

Ikenna Okafor

“to that divine, mischievous spark in you.”

Even though school hasn’t officially started yet, Ikenna had already been called to the headmistress’ office. He hasn’t even done anything yet but she was aware of the type of student he was. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before he started something and had taken the time to let him know that the school wouldn’t tolerate it for too much longer. To think that she’d taken the time to talk to little old him about his behavior. He almost felt special. Ikenna had nodded along even though he had no intention of doing as she said, for fucks sake he had only been half listening to begin with. There were far more interesting things on his mind. Like the annual welcoming party for example.

As usual it had taken him a while to get ready. Making sure that he looked good was one of his top priorities. He’d been taught that a royalty never left their home without looking anything but presentable, as a sign of their status. It had been one of the lessons that he had taken to heart. Others could call him what they wanted, a brute, a troublemaker, or some other variation of those words but they could never say that he didn’t look good. He knew that he was vain but he had every right to be with his looks.

Ikenna fixed his watch as he left his room. He figured that Mylo would be done pretty soon. His roommate usually looked as if he just climbed straight out of bed after all, Ikenna couldn’t imagine him caring that much about his appearance. A knock on the door had him shoving any thought of Mylo from his mind. Ikenna sauntered over to the door, taking a moment before opening it.

“Aye, you look good.” A sly grin appeared on his face as he let Antoine in. He was a fellow legacy, a great grandson of some art deity if he remembered right. Ikenna gave him a quick once over. The two of them had met during one of the harvest festivals in the past and had kept in touch ever since. Ikenna definitely wouldn’t call what they had an relationship but he didn’t enjoy Antonie’s company, he was real bendy.

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cablebelly · Jul 27, 2021

Prior to Mythos, Fletcher Lowes had not been much of a “party guy.”

His unfortunate Chicago suburb had been no stranger to drugs and alcohol. The people of the neighborhood didn’t really need a party to make the night bleed away, and if they did, Fletcher wasn’t really the type to be invited. He’d tried to keep it straight when he could, but now that parties meant friends, and friends meant a good time, Fletcher didn’t really mind the idea of losing his inhibitions every now and then. There was just one problem, and that was the beast he’d awoken to his presence.

Fletcher had spent much of his year unscathed by Ikenna’s hands, mostly due to his quick footing. The plan was simple, but effective. See Ikenna, run away. It had worked the entirety of freshman year. Anytime Ikenna came within a 50 yard radius of him, poof. Gone. Easy. Ikenna could call Fletcher a coward all he wanted, but cowards got to live.

Fletcher wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment on the beach. Normally, he would’ve held his tongue, and skulked off. Maybe it was because he was in front of Mylo. Fletcher honestly couldn’t understand why he hung out with someone who beat him up on the regular. A guy thing? Was that how guys worked? Was he supposed to be beating people up more? He felt like the answer was a resounding no. Mylo, for all his fire, was someone Fletcher didn’t feel like looking like a wimp in front of. And maybe he sort of wanted to show Mylo that he didn’t just have to take every beating.

Not that it really mattered, he supposed. The two were roommates. Either Mylo was gonna trick himself into liking the guy or they were going to kill each other. Possibly both. At the same time. Whatever. He’d done his part. Stood his ground. But the plan hadn’t failed him before. All he had to do was keep his distance, and Ikenna wouldn’t be able to do jack shit. And the Whispering Woods was plenty big enough to do that.

He got there sort of early, with enough time to mix himself a drink and pour it down before Ikenna could even think to walk in fashionably late, which is what he assumed the dickhead would do. Fletcher buzzed about, hopping from corner to corner at unnatural speeds as he waited to catch a familiar face at the entrance. He would pause at every edge, take a sip and then bolt somewhere else, just to keep his mind and body moving, but this pause earned something unexpected. Someone behind him cleared their throat.

“Uhm, oh -- sorry. Didn’t see ya… there…” Fletcher blabbed as he stepped back, finally processing the figure that had stood behind him. “...Oracle lady.” It came out of his mouth before he could stop it, and a hand slapped against his mouth as if that would do anything to numb the sting of his words. Antonina, however, did not seem very miffed.

She had been watching the speedster zip about the party like a lightning bolt. Getting high, getting drunk, she didn’t know his choice of poison but she figured either was enough to get him going. The solo cup in his hand, surprisingly, didn’t slosh out half as much liquid as she expected from someone going light speed. The young sophomore had always intrigued Nina. Someone that fast had to have something to run from, and the way he avoided her only made her feel stronger about her hypothesis. She always felt the need to at least prove herself a normal human being to those underclassmen who were scared of her, and not a walking death prophecy, though tonight was definitely going to prove her the latter. Ignoring that thought, she turned her attention to Fletcher. Politely, he had run right into her, and she intended to make use of the opportunity.

“Oracle lady?” She echoed, taking a sip of the sparkling drink in her own hand, the eyebrow above her blank eye raising in amusement. “Is that what the kids are calling me these days?”

Fletcher sputtered. This was the absolute worst thing to ever happen, but if he just dashed off right then and there, he worried that she’d use her godly abilities to strike him down with a lightning bolt of future truth. It was inevitable. Those oracle kids scared him, especially her with her creepy blank eye, and he figured it was written all over his face. “I meant - I meant, over here, lady! I’m runnin’ here!” Fletcher said, waving his arms for dramatic effect. Only now did the concoction in his cup splish and splash. Nina was unmoved.

“Right. Those syllables all line up.” Nina murmured with a shrug. “Why are you running around at a party? Anxious?”

A guffaw came out of Fletcher, much too enunciated to be anything but totally fake. “Anxious? Me? Never! I’m just… lettin’ loose! This is me letting loose.” He wiggled a bit to prove his point. “Waitin’ for my pals to show up. Getting the lay of the land. I need to know the escape routes.”

Her eyebrow raised further. “You do? Why?”

Uh, shit. What was he supposed to say to that? “Because…” Fletcher tried to pin the woman before him with a look. He wasn’t sure if she was to be trusted with the info that he was a wimp, or perhaps having the spooky oracle on the lookout for him would actually prove pretty helpful. He studied her, she studied back, and Fletcher finally broke the silence. “You know that legacy Ikenna? I’ve painted a target on my back and if I’m spotted I’m probably dead.”

The first crack of genuine emotion broke Nina’s visage. Much to Fletcher's surprise, she smiled. It was kind of an evil smirk, or maybe it was a grimace. He wasn’t exactly sure, but the name Ikenna most definitely crackled a spark of recognition across her gaze. “Ikenna.” She echoed. “Yes. Unfortunately familiar with his face. What’d you do to deserve it?”

Fletcher chuckled slightly, surprised that she responded so well. She didn’t let on much about how she knew Ikenna, but the distaste in her tone was enough for Fletcher to glean that she didn’t love the guy. “Oh, on the first day back, I… spun a big tornado of sand around him and then left a pile of plastic dog poop at his feet. For fun.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Nina digested this. Fletcher held his breath like he was waiting for a pin to drop, waiting for her to scoff or roll her eyes or something, but it seemed like she was just trying to fully process that Fletcher had in fact done all that, and when it hit, she burst out laughing.

Woah. Spooky oracle lady was laughing. She had a good laugh, too, her nose creased and she doubled over a bit, which told Fletcher she was genuinely amused by his stunt. Fletcher started to laugh along with her, and was surprised how easy it came in her presence.

“That’s… impressive. And funny. Really funny, actually.” Nina finally managed, once she had swallowed a bit of air and calmed her laughter. Alright, so the kid had more guts than she expected. A good sense of humor, too. “Is that why he was fighting Mylo? You riled him up?”

The light in Fletcher’s eyes flickered and died. The nice laugh he’d had a moment ago was stolen away by the realization that in his futile attempt to stand up to Ikenna, he’d probably fucked Mylo over. Fletcher went silent, and instead took a big swig of whatever mix he was drinking while he tried to come up with a response.

Nina realized this caused him trouble, and gave a small sigh of sympathy as she waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry too much about it. They’re like dogs, those two. Fighting and making up every second. Good for you to bark.” She offered him a comforting smile, and Fletcher returned it meekly. Good for him to bark. He rolled those words around in his head. Was it?

“Anyway, yeah, so if my body shows up in some far off part of the forest, Ikenna did it.” He said it a bit too fast, the words slurred, both from drink and from his uncanny ability. There was no laughter this time, but Nina still looked at him kindly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be on the lookout.” She said smoothly, as if reading his mind. “Wouldn’t want one of Mythos’ finest practical jokers to bite the dust too soon.”

Fletcher relaxed at this, and nodded appreciatively. He took one more swig, straightening his shoulders, and looked back out into the thick of the party. “Well, anyway. Nice meeting you, uh…” “Nina.” She supplied at the lull in his sentence, raising her cup in place of a handshake.

“Right, Nina.” He echoed, raising his own to mirror her. “I’m Fletcher. I’ve gotta run, but uh, nice talkin’ to you.”

She snorted slightly, her fingers lifting from the solo cup to give a little wave. “Alright, Fletcher. Don’t be a stranger.”

With a nod and a playful grin, he zipped off to find some other face to bother, buzzing with nerves just slightly less.

son of hermes

fletch

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RosateNena · Jul 28, 2021

amina diao.

The idea of attending a party does not appeal to Amina in the slightest. Even so, she still manages to find herself glued to the side of the biggest extrovert that she had come to know at the most enchanting version of the Whispering Woods that she had seen. Had Alina not badgered the young woman with declarations of 'tradition' and 'not missing out,' she would more likely than not be pampering herself to a warm bath, alongside the latest book she's discovered, before calling it a night and promptly going to bed. No, the behavior isn't her being antisocial, but it is her practicing self-care.

The voice of her friend brought her back to reality. She turned to face her, a hint of a smile toying at the corners of her mouth. "I have to agree. Everything does look lavishly put together." The Artem members had truly outdone themselves for this year's Welcoming Party-- well, from word of mouth, considering that the legacy had avoided attending every single one until now.

Shielding herself with her arms, Amina's eyes began to search for liquid courage. It was a crime to hide her dress when she looked this good, yet part of her also wanted to keep all eyes off of her. Perhaps she would change her mind with some wine. Her failed attempt on the Flying Dutchman, solely because of Kiaan, made her all the more determined to get herself a drink.

"Is it too early in the evening to get a drink?" She faced her friend once more. "Don't spare my feelings, now." Another hint of a smile had spread across her face. Very few people had the ability to crack Amina's 'elegant-yet-stone-cold-face,' as her mother had once put it, and Alina was one of them. The comment was made off-handedly, yet it stuck with her all this time.

Without Alina, Amina doubts that she would have lasted even a semester at Mythos. The flawless daughter of Apollo had not only convinced her to join clubs and socialize more, but she had been her first friend. Her first genuine friend. While they couldn't officially be assigned as roommates, Amina was almost certain that they unofficially would be.

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Maverick. · Aug 2, 2021

Mylo Garrick

nervous — Whispering Woods — interactions: NPC — mentions: Ikenna/Antonina/Oshea

Mylo could never shake the thought that parties always felt like some kind of sacrificial ceremony. He knew that sometimes people brought gifts to warrant their presence, or an exalted name was written on a banner high above everyone else, or people dressed up as though they were preparing for the altar. They would sing and dance and find a way to worship the moon while chugging alcohol like it was an elixir of immortality.

He’d never admit it, but sometimes Mylo felt more than out of place at such events. Sometimes, he was downright creeped out, and he always did his best to stick to the sidelines. He was far from a frequent partier, and his appearances always ended in some sort of brawl, or they went completely unnoticed altogether.

Today, he was aiming for the latter. Observational moments such as these sometimes allowed for clarity, and Mylo would come to the fleeting realization that he never behaved because he simply didn’t know how to.

When Ikenna’s guest had arrived, Mylo had slipped out of the dorm as quickly as he could, making sure that he wouldn’t be the one trailing behind the pair like he was sitting in the back seat. He wasn’t entirely interested in playing third-wheel, especially given the fact that he didn’t doubt that Ikenna would poke jabs at him if it meant that the other legacy could impress his date. Then again, having Mylo around in general made Ikenna look better. When the other legacy had been adjusting his watch, Mylo had been pulling his flannel shirt over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves so that the hole right below the cuff didn’t show and the fabric bunched at his biceps.

When they had arrived, Mylo wasn’t surprised by the scene. It was a top-notch setup, not that Mythos ever settled for anything less. Lights were strung up around the area as though the stars had decided to come down and join them as well. He wished that he could take their original place, where he could watch from afar and stay out of reach. A quick glance around proved that he didn’t immediately recognize anyone in the area yet, which brought him more relief than he thought it would. He snuck a peek into the treeline of the Whispering Woods. He’d see how long he could survive the party before he’d start debating about going into the woods and making friends with a monster that could put him out of his misery.

He knew that he was bound to see some familiar faces tonight. He wished he could say that he hadn’t been avoiding Antonina, but the knot in his gut that twisted whenever he thought about approaching her told him otherwise. The scene at the beach had left him feeling like he’d swallowed a pound of sand, and for the last few days, he’d been tossing and turning, unable to find a position where the muddy lump didn’t press cold against his stomach. He’d spent a lot more time at night outside with a cigarette, inhaling smoke as though it would force out the uneasy feeling by filling his tight lungs.

He’d spent plenty of time last year avoiding Antonina because of how nervous her oracle ability made him, but he had only proven himself to be stupid and paranoid. There was no reason to be afraid of her. In fact, Mylo had found that her presence only brought comfort and companionship. But this was different. This time, it almost felt like she was avoiding him as well.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe a party was a good place to break the ice. There were plenty of people around, and it seemed like they were all having a good time. They were all conversing around tables with food and drinks, well dressed and unguarded. A bonfire crackled in the center of the area, warming and lighting the surrounding set with a soft glow. There was even a band performing, and although Mylo didn’t recognize the song, it definitely didn’t sound ominous or foreboding.

Come on, it’s not like you’re at a fucking funeral.

Mylo swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. He’d have to wash it out with something sharper.

“Where the fuck is Shea?” he muttered, raising his chin in an attempt to negate the fact that his eyes were darting around nervously.

Mylo couldn’t think of anyone else who knew how to navigate a party better than Oshea. Along with Ikenna, the three usually had a good time together. Mylo knew that hanging out with them would beat standing around and staring into a drink like he wanted to drown himself in it. Oshea was probably more than a few drinks deep by now, and if anything, he would at least be entertaining. If Mylo had to ditch Ikenna, he would. He figured that the other legacy would either go off with his date or become bored with him. Either way, Mylo was watching Ikenna through the corner of his eye, making sure that he would fuck off if need be before he had to be told to.

“Your face is still fucked up.”

Mylo turned to find that the voice belonged to a student that he didn’t recognize. The figure was poised comfortably, leaning back on his heels with a hand in his pocket. He was just beyond striking distance but still within earshot, and he was looking at Mylo with a smirk that suggested that the drink he was holding hadn’t been his first.

Mylo had already been tense, so instead, his first reaction was confusion. “What?”

“I said, your face still looks like shit,” the other student retorted, smiling lazily and finishing his statement with a sip of his drink.

He’d had time to heal since his fight with Ikenna, so he wasn’t exactly sure if that was true. At least it wasn’t swollen, and he was pretty much used to being at least a little marked up.

Before he could get too self-conscious, Mylo met the other man’s gaze. He reached into his pockets and withdrew his lighter and cigarette pack. He was something of a professional smoker by now, so he didn’t need to break his stare at the student as he lit his cigarette. He inhaled and exhaled in one long, drawn out sigh that would’ve rivaled that of some of the old high school counselors who had once dealt with him.

“Fuck you,” Mylo hissed, flicking his it cigarette in the direction of the other student.

He turned away again, setting his jaw. He’d just arrived, but he was already waiting for the night to be over. A party was different from a battle, and it required a more complex, delicate strategy. He’d count the night as a win if he could just make it out alive.

Mylo Garrick
mood: nervous
location: Whispering Woods
interactions: NPC
mentions: Ikenna/Antonina/Oshea

Mylo could never shake the thought that parties always felt like some kind of sacrificial ceremony. He knew that sometimes people brought gifts to warrant their presence, or an exalted name was written on a banner high above everyone else, or people dressed up as though they were preparing for the altar. They would sing and dance and find a way to worship the moon while chugging alcohol like it was an elixir of immortality.

He’d never admit it, but sometimes Mylo felt more than out of place at such events. Sometimes, he was downright creeped out, and he always did his best to stick to the sidelines. He was far from a frequent partier, and his appearances always ended in some sort of brawl, or they went completely unnoticed altogether.

Today, he was aiming for the latter. Observational moments such as these sometimes allowed for clarity, and Mylo would come to the fleeting realization that he never behaved because he simply didn’t know how to.

When Ikenna’s guest had arrived, Mylo had slipped out of the dorm as quickly as he could, making sure that he wouldn’t be the one trailing behind the pair like he was sitting in the back seat. He wasn’t entirely interested in playing third-wheel, especially given the fact that he didn’t doubt that Ikenna would poke jabs at him if it meant that the other legacy could impress his date. Then again, having Mylo around in general made Ikenna look better. When the other legacy had been adjusting his watch, Mylo had been pulling his flannel shirt over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves so that the hole right below the cuff didn’t show and the fabric bunched at his biceps.

When they had arrived, Mylo wasn’t surprised by the scene. It was a top-notch setup, not that Mythos ever settled for anything less. Lights were strung up around the area as though the stars had decided to come down and join them as well. He wished that he could take their original place, where he could watch from afar and stay out of reach. A quick glance around proved that he didn’t immediately recognize anyone in the area yet, which brought him more relief than he thought it would. He snuck a peek into the treeline of the Whispering Woods. He’d see how long he could survive the party before he’d start debating about going into the woods and making friends with a monster that could put him out of his misery.

He knew that he was bound to see some familiar faces tonight. He wished he could say that he hadn’t been avoiding Antonina, but the knot in his gut that twisted whenever he thought about approaching her told him otherwise. The scene at the beach had left him feeling like he’d swallowed a pound of sand, and for the last few days, he’d been tossing and turning, unable to find a position where the muddy lump didn’t press cold against his stomach. He’d spent a lot more time at night outside with a cigarette, inhaling smoke as though it would force out the uneasy feeling by filling his tight lungs.

He’d spent plenty of time last year avoiding Antonina because of how nervous her oracle ability made him, but he had only proven himself to be stupid and paranoid. There was no reason to be afraid of her. In fact, Mylo had found that her presence only brought comfort and companionship. But this was different. This time, it almost felt like she was avoiding him as well.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe a party was a good place to break the ice. There were plenty of people around, and it seemed like they were all having a good time. They were all conversing around tables with food and drinks, well dressed and unguarded. A bonfire crackled in the center of the area, warming and lighting the surrounding set with a soft glow. There was even a band performing, and although Mylo didn’t recognize the song, it definitely didn’t sound ominous or foreboding.

Come on, it’s not like you’re at a fucking funeral.

Mylo swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. He’d have to wash it out with something sharper.

“Where the fuck is Shea?” he muttered, raising his chin in an attempt to negate the fact that his eyes were darting around nervously.

Mylo couldn’t think of anyone else who knew how to navigate a party better than Oshea. Along with Ikenna, the three usually had a good time together. Mylo knew that hanging out with them would beat standing around and staring into a drink like he wanted to drown himself in it. Oshea was probably more than a few drinks deep by now, and if anything, he would at least be entertaining. If Mylo had to ditch Ikenna, he would. He figured that the other legacy would either go off with his date or become bored with him. Either way, Mylo was watching Ikenna through the corner of his eye, making sure that he would fuck off if need be before he had to be told to.

“Your face is still fucked up.”

Mylo turned to find that the voice belonged to a student that he didn’t recognize. The figure was poised comfortably, leaning back on his heels with a hand in his pocket. He was just beyond striking distance but still within earshot, and he was looking at Mylo with a smirk that suggested that the drink he was holding hadn’t been his first.

Mylo had already been tense, so instead, his first reaction was confusion. “What?”

“I said, your face still looks like shit,” the other student retorted, smiling lazily and finishing his statement with a sip of his drink.

He’d had time to heal since his fight with Ikenna, so he wasn’t exactly sure if that was true. At least it wasn’t swollen, and he was pretty much used to being at least a little marked up.

Before he could get too self-conscious, Mylo met the other man’s gaze. He reached into his pockets and withdrew his lighter and cigarette pack. He was something of a professional smoker by now, so he didn’t need to break his stare at the student as he lit his cigarette. He inhaled and exhaled in one long, drawn out sigh that would’ve rivaled that of some of the old high school counselors who had once dealt with him.

“Fuck you,” Mylo hissed, flicking his it cigarette in the direction of the other student.

He turned away again, setting his jaw. He’d just arrived, but he was already waiting for the night to be over. A party was different from a battle, and it required a more complex, delicate strategy. He’d count the night as a win if he could just make it out alive.

fin · Aug 2, 2021

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son of heimdallr

oshea.

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loose, drunk-ish

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xoxo

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location here

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Mylo’s appearance was a startling surprise in the pleasant night that sashayed around Oshea. He felt how the aquamarine waves must’ve felt, swishing and splashing beneath the hall of the Flying Dutchman, without restraint nor worry. Bright lights around him gave everything this ghostly glow, figures blurred into pale, translucent versions of themselves that could simply phase into nothingness at his touch… Their voices were inaudible, faces unreadable, but he knew that they were there. Pulsing heavily all over, but Oshea’s outstretched hand continued past their beating waterfalls. He was alone but surrounded, separated but involved, just the way he liked it.

The people were simply itching to let loose again, before another destructive Mythos school year. Oshea’s own destruction had come about too soon, and he moved to cure it the only way he knew how. There was a numbness to his worries, a mute to their voice when the alcohol took its effect. A familiar feeling that painted that easy, relaxed smile over Oshea’s face.

Why couldn’t Mylo be like them? Like another droplet of rainwater merging into the giant body of the ocean, growing to be part of this ethereal aquamarine. He was always so defensive, even after Oshea had rescued him from the shark. Ever on guard was Mylo.

Oshea forced his head above water then, to tend to the salt of his annoyed friend. Mylo was there, at the edge of their little beach, unwilling to even dip a toe in the water. His rhythm to the tone was haphazard and downright humiliating. This was the man critiquing his outfit? The bruises from the fight had hardly faded, his clothes were poorly ironed, and his hair needed a trim. He scoffed.

“Stay in your lane,” Shea answered bluntly, but turned his sights over to Ikenna where Mylo had directed. His relaxed smirk found its way back onto his lips, his expression softened at the arrival of his potty-mouthed giant. Before he could truly think up something else to return his tease, Ikenna busied himself with the asshole from earlier. Also providing another window for Mylo to interrogate him.

Mockingly, he raised both hands and counted the digits on his fingers. “About that many drinks, douchebag. What ‘ya gonna do about it?” Shea grinned, and gave his friend a playful punch at the chest. “Loosen up, doofus. There’ll be enough time for you to count and compute when courses roll around. Just you wait.”

He saw to Mylo the same way his brother had him. A younger Oshea was never such a night owl nor did he have this insatiable lust for intoxication. His brother, on the other hand, partied enough for them both back in Philly. A whore rabbit for girls and booze. It was a habit that’d trickled over to Oshea once his abilities started to manifest themselves, initially a way to block out foreign thoughts, but there was also a brotherly love tied to that dirty liquor. There was a sense of joy that came with sharing a drink, or ten, with his brother watching him from above. Or whatever domain he went to. Heaven, Hell, Olympus, Asgard. It was a tricky thing to grasp when you didn’t pay much attention to the gods.

Mylo might not have known it yet, but Oshea wished to impart the same sense of relaxation onto his friend that his younger brother Aaron had once did to him. A lack of clarity, sure, but one that also included a lesser sense of worry. Anxiety. Loneliness too. Alone but surrounded, separated but involved.

Mylo found it difficult to trust, and to let others in. He was a dam that trapped still, unmoving water within him. A mass of terrible history that ate at him with no outlet. His haunting past banged at the walls of his psyche, boiling and festering until it created that short-tempered demigod. One easily picked on by the likes of a good- erm, neutrally-intentioned friends like Ikenna. Some feelings simply needed to be released, pressures alleviated from the mind. Even only for a night, Oshea hoped to do that for him.

Antonina was like a hawk circling the boy nowadays, a ticking time bomb waiting to blow. He couldn’t keep her from him for long, not when she had that righteous conviction burning within her. It both inspired, and worried Oshea. To watch her grow consumed by the very forces he despised. A puppet in their games positioned to reveal the “inevitable” pain nearing the gods’ creations- yeah, right. Inevitable was a big word for the founding fathers of well, everything, but he and his Nina had had that conversation far too many times. They’d almost all ended the same way, none quite as emotionally draining as this one. None had left him looking forward to a shitload of booze, and half-naked girls at a bonfire like their most recent. It sent a shiver down Oshea’s spine, reeled back only by Mylo’s gaze crossing his day dreaming irises.

After Mylo had had his way with the bowl, Oshea spooned some of the liquid into his own cup. He nodded along to Mylo’s description of its tangy taste while he too downed some more of it. The sweet nectar trickled down his tongue, only a coat for that familiar, warm sting that burned at the back of his throat and worked to lift his spirits. Oshea felt his back recline a little bit then, his body finding its tune once again. A night of relaxation, he reminded himself.

“I hope that’ll make you loosen up,” He said without looking up. Filling his cup once more. Chuckles sounded at Mylo’s questioning, his grin widening as juice spilled from the edges of that giant spoon. It was unclear to Oshea how many drinks he’d had that night, he figured more than the number of stars watching over them that night. Give or take some.

“All I know is you’ve got some catching up to do,” he answered, “one cup just won’t cut it.” He finally figured out the mechanics of filling his cup too. A little less spills this time. As for Mylo’s second question, he had no response. In all honesty, if he’d known where Antonina was, he wouldn’t have told him either. He clenched at the bottom of his jaw, hoping that he’d leave him alone about it, but there Mylo remained- staring at him with those puppy dog eyes. Oddly placed on the body of a bulldog, but they still did the same trick, pushing a tired response out of him.

“Toni doesn’t come to these things,” he frowned, and whisked Mylo’s attention back to the party by grabbing at his hand. “So you don’t have to catch up with anything, Lo’. What happened at the beach, stays at the beach,” he told his friend with the most reassuring tone he could muster. With the way Oshea struggled to his feet, tripping from side to side with eyes that simply couldn’t focus, it might not have been half the enchanting affirmation he believed it to be.

“Yo, isn’t that the guy from earlier?” His brows knit tightly, trying to decipher the figure through dancing bodies. His mutter was unclear, and he shushed any of Mylo’s attents at clarification as he leaned his back forwards rather dramatically to analyze the man. That dark red stain over his chest proved Oshea’s theory, but the two or three other guys that marched along with him made Shea regret ever being correct.

There was a faint ‘pthoom!’ where Oshea stood that was drowned out by the music around them. The breeze was a gentle one, followed by the thud of his plastic cup hitting the ground. Red liquid leaked out into the grass, but Oshea White was nowhere to be found as the unsuspecting crowd knitted over where he once stood. All of them cheering and smiling at their own tune, some unknowingly intoxicated by the punch.

Oshea found himself behind Ikenna and Antoine, talking and laughing as they wandered away from the party headed deeper into the Whispering Woods. In any other scenario he’d have given his friend props for getting some at one of these shindigs, but behind them was the dork they’d pissed off returning with a pack of wolves at his side. They were leaving the party too, trailing after Ikenna and his date with far less props than Shea had to give.

From his spot in the bushes between both parties, Shea could see a glowing orb being nursed in the palm of one of those jerks. It illuminated their path in the Whispering Woods, and as it whisked past a hiding Oshea White, it burned at the surface of his skin. It was a motherfucking pyrokinetic who’d sent a ball of flames hurling in Ikenna’s direction.

“Duck!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. His position between the trees had been made as all three figures glanced at him in unison but he didn’t really care. Faceless men stared in his direction now, unable to make out their faces with his shitty vision under the influence. He couldn’t tell if Ikenna and Antoine heeded his instructions, but he needed to act fast too. Perhaps it was poor judgment spurred by the alcohol, or even the best course of action in this scenario, he leapt out of his place in the shadows. With an arm reined back, Oshea slugged a wild fist into the first man’s jaw before a foreign force rocked the back of his skull and sent him to the floor. He took out the legs of another suit-clad jackass with a shove to the knee, but when he looked up, another bright orange orb brightened the world around him and fostered beads of sweat over his forehead.

Oshea gulped. Where the fuck was Ikenna?

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sox · Aug 11, 2021

the door swung open in front of kiaan and he found himself smiling even wider than before. leia was already one of the most stunning people he had the pleasure to be friends with, but tonight she was dressed to the nines in a soft pastel style that he felt suited her best.

"i've been nothing but gentleman-ly to you for your entire time at mythos, mind you," kiaan retorted lightheartedly, feigning offense at the (in all honesty) warranted inquiries. "did you know that chocolate-covered strawberries used to make me wish humans hadn't evolved to develop tastebuds? but i understood that i held the incorrect opinion, and thus forced myself to acknowledge their appeal over time through years of classical conditioning and behavioral therapy. now, they're quite delicious."

Upon handing over the gifts, he strolled into the dorm and followed Leia to the kitchen area where she worked on placing the flowers. The layout of their dorms was relatively similar, though the vibe felt entirely cozier to kiaan, who had spent hours in this room trapping fletcher in blanket burritos as opposed to his own room that he usually kept quiet for his own downtime. his friendship with althea was very warm and enriching, but it was also very different from that with leia and fletcher, who always knew exactly when he needed to unwind and made it as natural as breathing.

Kiaan laughed as she jokingly expressed her worries about not returning a present. "Your company is all I could ask for," he agreed, leaning forward from where he was leaning against the counter to accept the strawberry she presented him with.

At the suggestion of a toast, he cleared his throat, preparing to entirely wing it on the spot. He'd given many in the past, some planned and some not, but he figured Leia most likely wouldn't care too much how eloquent he was in conveying his feelings in the moment. "Here's to all the living, breathing potholes that swore on their Aunt Agatha's gout-infected big toes that we'd never make it this far. May they twist both ankles every morning as they get out of bed." He shot a devious grin in Leia's direction before dropping to a more serious tone. They'd all been through the toughest trials of life together, from the pain of heartbreak to the grief of loss, and Kiaan knew his partner would resonate with his words just as much as he did. "And here's to the ones that stood by us and carried us this far through their faith in us, especially the ones that can't be here anymore to witness it. May we always remember those we've left behind and continue to make them proud."

Kiaan paused to clink their strawberries together, breaking out into a full smile yet again. "Cheers! Let's keep going like this for a long time, Miss Kobayashi." And with that, the son of Nirriti devoured the entire strawberry in one fell swoop, leaves and all. The party had already begun—there was no time to waste.

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cablebelly · Aug 12, 2021

Nina was remembering why she didn’t go to parties.

She didn’t like to watch it -- the loss of inhibition. The willingness to give oneself up. People at Mythos dripped with power and yet still soaked up alcohol like a sponge. They loved to get lost, when there was so much work to be done. It was true that she judged them from the sidelines. Wondering how they could stomach all that lawlessness and lap up eagerly at the chance to get lost. And in all of that, Antonina knew she was a hypocrite.

She had spent her formative years wasting away as much as possible. And maybe then it had been easier to watch people get wasted just because she was as drunk as they were. Less like looking in a mirror if your own sight was blurred. Nina had done it all - disappeared on girl’s nights trips to the city, woken up in the sand, repeated it all the next day. And it had given her nothing. Nothing but aimlessness, ache, and a feeling of deep seated regret the next morning every time. Her family trusted her too much, almost like they could see that she didn’t really want to disappear, that her wild days were just an excuse to pass the time. In a way, they were right.

Then, it had been to run away from a weight she couldn’t name. Antonina often felt that even before she knew her true purpose, her soul had carried its burden. There was never a moment in her life where she hadn’t weighed heavy. But when the weight had no identity, no real tether, she could drown. She could party, she could drink, she could do whatever the world suggested was the best way to dim the lights. Now that it was real, there was no more hiding. And Nina had stepped into her true calling with no reservation. It didn’t matter the loss of her eye, the loss of her family, because if it all returned to emptiness again, she would be trying to run from something there was no escape from. And Nina would not have that.

It was a cruel thing, to be at such a school and have the threat hang over you that, at any moment, they could take it all away. The powers at Mythos could snap their fingers and make her forget the years in her life that had meant the most to her. She wondered sometimes, would that snap of their fingers make her powers go away? Or would she just forget them? Would the ability to see futures haunt her still, but would she write them off as only dreams? Would her one blind eye see the world again, but underneath beg to see a different truth?

The thought of losing Mythos haunted Nina more than she could express. And it wasn’t like that was a future Antonina had seen; she was a star student. A perfect oracle. She abided by the rules, worked her ass off, and didn’t stray from her duties. Not ever. In fact, she picked up every inch of slack that Oshea left in his stumbling wake. However dysfunctional they looked on the outside, Nina covered it all up. There was never anything to suggest that they were less than a duo, because she worked twice as hard to fill the gap. But it was just the possibility that scared her. That one day, she would see in her dreams a future where there were no more futures to see.

Another reason she didn’t like parties. Too much time to think.

The colorful haze of the Whispering Woods became an easy backdrop to her dreadful thoughts. Her conversation with Fletcher had been a refreshing reprieve, even if she suspected that boy couldn’t outrun his own head for too long. It had gotten hard to track his flickering image across the dance floor, so she instead began to look for another. This task was much easier, seeing as some sort of trouble always seemed to follow the three.

She wasn’t really an angry person. If anything, she used that anger to fuel her fire and treated it more like a method to burn coal. But there was something to be said about the way Oshea just couldn’t keep his goddamned act together. There didn’t pass one second where he wasn’t vying for some drunken trouble, and if it wasn’t him, it was the brute Ikenna, or the misguided Mylo. There were some nights she might have chosen to make it a point, and drag it against Oshea in another one of their arguments. But tonight, she ought to have thanked him. Because the moment he disappeared from her view, clearly off to continue a fight that didn’t need to be started, Nina had found her opportunity.

The oracle darted forward from her corner surprisingly quick. She didn’t have the speed of a son of Hermes, but she had the eyes of past and present, and they were enough to know when to move. Maybe telling Mylo his future would make her greatest fear a possibility. It didn’t matter, and she had already decided so. He deserved to know. He deserved a chance to stop acting like his life was one to be thrown away. She wouldn’t watch another person do that.

There was barely enough time for Mylo to understand where Yggdrasil had taken Shea before Nina appeared beside him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. When his eyes came to meet hers, there was an apology somewhere wrapped up in her singular blue orb. The blank one held no such promises. “Come with me.” She said curtly, with little room for interjection, and her hand dropped from his shoulder to his own hand, and with a surprising amount of strength and firmness, tugged him away from the center of the party.

Later, she would probably regret not following Shea into the thick of it, or at least, watching from the sidelines. He’d come back to her with a sore sense of pride and she would refuse to patch it up. In times where Shea was starting trouble, Nina was reliably sturdy, always there to provide calm after the storm, a refuge for overturned ships. But tonight, she was dead set on starting her own mess, and there would be no island reprieve. Without give she dragged Mylo away, to a darkened corner of the party, where the thick of the forest was just a breath away from swallowing them in shadow.

Then, only then, when the party was a distant buzz, did she let go. Nina crossed her arms in front of her, and made out his silhouette with the twinkling lights to outline his frame. “Ardito,” She murmured, her voice low and serious, “It’s time we talk.”

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erzulie · Aug 12, 2021

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Ikenna Okafor

“to that divine, mischievous spark in you.”

The welcoming feast was in full swing no doubt, students were rapidly beginning to lose their ambitions as the night went on. Bodies gathered in front of the stage, around the fire, taking up space until they all seemed to transform into a single entity. Some great beast made up of hundreds of arms, writhing under the light of the moon without a care in the world. He too had become one with the crowd, his date had pulled him in close and the two of them danced. Ikenna hadn’t had a single drink yet but his blood was pumping nevertheless. He was in the mood for a different party, something more private between the two of them. And as Antoine continued to mold his body against his own, he knew that he felt the same way.

The two of them maneuvered through the crowd. Ikenna didn’t bother to offer any “excuse me” or “sorry” as he shoved passed. The students didn’t even notice as the gaps they left were quickly filled once again. Finally, they emerged from what seemed like an endless sea of people. Ikenna swore that he could have felt hands trying to keep them within. Had he been alone he would have stayed in the crowd. He always enjoyed the welcoming feast and how quickly it seemed to come alive. Ikenna glanced at Antoine. The legacy had placed a hand under his shirt, rubbing back lightly. No, he was right where he needed to be tonight.

Something came over him then. Behind them he could feel something dark steadily rising, getting closer. His skin prickled and he came to a full stop. Antonie had opened his mouth to playfully tease him about cold feet but grunted as he was suddenly pushed away, falling to the ground below. It was then that he too became aware of what was going on, he was quick to get to his feet.

Ikenna watched as the fireball flew past, hitting a tree at the base. He could only hope that whatever creatures lurked within these woods protected the plant life within it, slowly he turned his head to gaze at the one responsible. Ikenna’s eyes zeroed in from the coward from earlier. His blood began pumping for a different reason. The legacy ran a hand over his face, absorbing their feelings and letting them wash over him. At that moment he made eye-contact with Antoine. There was a silent conversation happening between them. Nothing was said but then his date nodded, a small grin appearing on his face. With that Ikenna nodded towards Shea, he had seen what happened as the drunk attacked. Antoine was quick as he ran, using his own power to stop the fireball inches away from his face. As he got closer he spoke. “You alright?”

There was something beginning to flow from Ikenna, an aura that spoke of malice. He seemed to grow bigger under the light of the moon. His gaze was once again on the small fry from before, his face had gone serious as he stalked towards him. His pace quickened and with his long legs, the distance was short work. Something stopped him in his tracks before he could reach him. Looking back he spotted the third person, but looking closer Ikenna could see that he was more than that.

The webweaver was more spider than person at the moment, having transformed when no one was watching. Ikenna grunted as another web was shot on the same arm. His head snapped to the side as the coward used it to land a hit, spitting insults as he went on. Ikenna grit his teeth, his stare never wavered. Each time he returned to look at the man, his eyes screaming murder.

There was a sickening “CRACK” as Ikenna suddenly lunged forward, this person was no Mylo. He knew that they wouldn’t be able to handle it like his fellow legacy. Ikenna’s grin was cruel as the man fell to the ground, clearly out of it. He went to kick him, inflicting more damage but he remembered the webs that stopped him. Ikenna took a look behind before jerking his arm forward, the spider demigod moved with it and Ikenna grinned. He turned, wrapping the web around his wrist rapidly. He watched his dark eyes as his opponent had no option but to follow. Though he dug his feet into the earth below, it did no good. With a sense of dread he could only watch as the giant grew close.

Ikenna pounced and let loose. His heavy fist swung, hitting the man square in the nose. He laughed in delight as he heard a sickening crunch. Using the web he dragged him, ignoring the sounds of pain coming from the attacker. He continued on, altering between throwing him around and striking him. When the web was finally cut, Ikenna quickly crowded him. With every step he took back, Ikenna took two more. He was overcome by the feeling of rage, he wanted to see more blood spilled, to hear more cries of pain and things breaking beneath his fist.

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Maverick. · Aug 13, 2021

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Party Crashing

Just as predicted, Oshea had disappeared even quicker than he had come. The party still raced circles around Mylo with dizzying speed, and he suddenly felt like he was left drunk driving in the middle of a crowded highway with no seat belt to hold him in place.

Antonina’s touch was sudden, and Mylo felt the collision in his chest as the impact filled his lungs with broken glass. He’d been preparing for this moment for days, and yet her hand on his shoulder was much too heavy, and he had the feeling that he was about to be crushed.

Her gaze fixed on him like a pair of headlights, one bright and one broken. He froze as they pinned him down, and had he been given enough time to let his vision adjust just as hers already had, he would’ve seen his own reflection in them. Soon, he would find out that he wasn’t going to be lucky enough to remain blinded.

His heart began its descent from his throat to his stomach, and he felt himself deflate like a punctured airbag. He searched her face for some kind of warning, but all he could find was regret. The way that she was looking at him made him realize that whatever was coming toward him was already in motion, and neither of them had time to reach for the breaks. Had he known that she meant to save him, he would’ve felt the sickening sense of defeat that came with the irony of being hit by an ambulance.

Before he could say anything, her hand clamped around his own, and she was dragging him away toward the outskirts of the party. His palms began to sweat, and a sharp siren was wailing somewhere in the back of his mind, although now it sounded more like a swan song than a warning.

Once they were far enough away from the thick of the crowd, Antonina turned to face him. He was a bit wobbly, and he didn’t realize that he was still holding his drink until the sudden halt made him spill a few drops onto his shoes. He let a small curse rush past his teeth, and the realization that he did actually still possess the ability to speak helped him to regain a bit of his composure. His feet recognized the ground again, and they held it.

The soft light from the bulbs above them was only barely able to break the shroud of darkness, and he watched as they cast shadows over Antonina’s face. While her blue eye always seemed to sparkle, her other eye was illuminated just enough to emit a pale, eerie glow that gave Mylo the sense that there might be ghosts swimming around inside of there. She spoke, and her tone didn’t help to make the scene any less ominous. Had he not known her, he might’ve mistaken her for the reaper.

“I—” Mylo started, but his voice was already trying to drag itself back down before he could get it out properly. He remembered his drink, and he lifted it to his lips to wash down his failed attempt of a response. He swallowed, and he reminded himself that there was nothing to worry about. “What?”

If Nina weren’t so dead set on delivering this monologue like an angel of death, she might have rolled her eyes. It was amazing to her how eagerly Oshea’s lot loved to avert their gaze from any hard truth. Didn’t Mylo know what was coming? Maybe it was her fault. Already expecting him to have seen through her head. There was only one person that could do that, and he’d taken a permanent vacation. The thought crossed her mind, that maybe she was being selfish, overeager to find someone to share this load. Was it Mylo she was concerned for, or her own breaking back?

It didn’t matter anymore. She’d pulled him from the party, from his gang, from any safety parachute he might have tried to deploy. Despite her half expecting him to already know what she was going to say, Nina managed to stifle the full reaction of displeasure, though her nose did crinkle as she watched him swallow his drink. “Are you drunk already?” Antonina said bluntly, her own cup of seltzer long since discarded. “I’d prefer to talk to you with a clear head.” She said this knowing that unless he was struggling to stand, there would be no stopping her prophecy. It was more than likely to buy him time before she smacked the drink out of his hand herself.

Mylo let out a shaky breath, and he found that a laugh had somehow hitched a ride with it. Antonina’s statement fell flat, and a smile crept onto his face as he considered his own clumsiness.

In truth, he was far from drunk. Perhaps he had been on his way, but she had pulled him from the path of oblivion before he had even caught a glimpse at the gate. Now, she was standing before him with her eyes narrowed in distaste, chastising him like she’d caught him attempting to sneak between the bars of a prison cell while she had already been busy locking the door.

“Not drunk,” he replied. He let a hint of annoyance clip at the edges of his words, and so they came out sharper than what would’ve been necessary. “Although, I was kinda planning on it. You wanna go first?”

He extended the cup slightly in Antonina’s direction, as though he were offering it to her. He knew that he was being needlessly cruel, but she had scared him. If he had to choose between shaking fingers or a clenched fist, he’d tighten his knuckles every time.

She shouldn’t have been angry. She should not have been angry. Patience was something Nina thought she had an abundance of. Mostly because of the company she kept. No one could hold themselves as poised as she, so she chalked it up to virtue. However much tolerance she had, however, was not really something to be credited to patience. Her clock ticked slower than others. Mylo’s was on a one minute alarm, but Antonina acted like she had years to boil and brew her penance. That was until he extended the cup her way.

It was almost reflexive. There had been days where that reflex had been to drink and swallow. Now the sight of a red solo cup filled her with disgust. Of a memory of a girl who couldn’t do anything but disappear, and wouldn’t step up to the plate. She could see it in Shea, the way he shied away from destiny, and for some reason, she had thought Mylo was different. Nina didn’t like to be proved wrong. A misguided thought, since Mylo did nothing but follow Oshea around like a lost puppy. But even if she couldn’t make Oshea see the truth, she still had a chance with Mylo.

With an unstoppable flick of the wrist she batted the cup out of his hand, nostrils flaring. Nina allowed a moment for her action to settle in, watching the rest of his drink seep into the earth before whipping her gaze back to him with a ferocity that didn’t often cross her eyes. “No, and you’ll do me a favor tonight.” She said sharply. “You won’t get drunk at all, because you’ll need to hear what I say and deal with it sober.” It wasn’t something she had the authority to demand, but it didn’t sound like a request.

Mylo’s palm felt cold without the drink in his hand, and he watched as the remnants of the liquid bled into the grass, painting the ground beneath the cup like a chalk outline. He stared at it much too long, like he was studying a crime scene. Little did he know that Antonina was about to tell him what it was like to witness a murder.

When he finally raised his gaze, he saw that her eyes shot daggers at him like icicles, and he could feel their chilly jabs on his spine as a bead of sweat rolled down his back. He knew that she had never been one to take shit from anybody, but this Antonina was one that he’d never met before. She was practically snarling, and from the way she ordered his attention, it was clear that she meant business. Although he’d never heard such aggressive words come from her, he was quite familiar with that kind of tone. It was the one that he used when he was afraid.

At this point, he got the feeling that his suspicions about what had happened at the beach were finally about to introduce themselves by their real names. Soon, he would no longer be able to duck his head and let them pass by. Now, he’d have to look them in the eye.

He wanted to ask her how bad it was. And then he wanted her to lie to him.

Instead, he said, “Jesus, Nina, relax. Whatever. I’m ready to get out of here, anyway. Spit it out before you have a goddamn stroke.”

Oh. The hard part.

Getting his permission had left Nina surprisingly silent, after all the demands she’d barked. The moment it was real, the moment the bridge she’d built to cross the gap was fully operational, she faltered. Her mouth opened, and closed, and opened again and closed again, and then she swallowed, suddenly tasting the dryness that had invaded her throat.

How did you possibly tell someone you had watched them die?

“Mylo,” Nina finally started, trying to get something, anything out of her mouth. Just one word would open the door, and then the rest had to come, right? Why hadn’t she thought more about this part? It was all about finding a way to get him alone, sober, and ready to listen. Well, she’d done it. She’d gotten him here. She’d scared the hell out of him. There was a moment where in her hesitation, she looked away, one arm snaking around the other to hold herself encouragingly. She searched the ground for support, like the weeds would cheer her on. Then, she looked back up at him. At the never ending storm behind his eyes, and wondered if anything she was about to say would quell it. There was a flicker of the way she always treated him then in her visage; with kindness.

“There’s going to be a mission.” This time, she allowed the words to come slow and steady. It wasn’t a weapon, a dagger, something to harm with. That’s not what she had wanted any of this to be. If she could spin this story into something soft to land on, that was the goal. Though it sure was a lofty one. “I don’t know when, but I think it’s soon. To eradicate a creature… a beast. You go, and --”

Her voice caught. It was flashing in her mind, the blood, his blood. She tried to look at him as she spoke but it was like seeing a flickering image. There was a Mylo standing before her at a stupid party, and a Mylo hanging limp from an eager maw. Bile rose in her throat, but Nina pushed past it. This was kindness. This… had to be kindness.

“You’re dead.” The air left her body in that one breath, and the rest of the words that came out of her mouth were like whispers in the wind. “Dead, or dying, whatever it was, Mylo, there was so much blood, your blood, and you were dangling from its mouth like a thing, like a toy. Mylo,” She stepped forward then, to grab his shoulders again, to hold him firm or shake him or something that would allow her to regain the same severity that had planted him in place moments ago. Her eyes were bright, livid, wet, “Don’t go on this mission, Mylo.” Nina begged. “Don’t go.”

Mylo waited until she finished. And then he waited some more.

He realized that this was what he’d been expecting. In fact, he thought that maybe he’d been expecting something like this for a long time. The only thing that surprised him was the way that her words barely reached him, like they were echoing from somewhere far away. He waited for some uncontrollable torrent to rage through him like it always did, something that would flood his vision and push him to throw his fists around in the dark. Instead, he felt hollow. His throat was dry, and his tongue sat heavy in his mouth like a dead fish. He pushed it around against his teeth to get it moving again.

Right then, it just didn’t feel real. There was no way that it could be real at all.

“You’re wrong,” he said, and the words fell out low and heavy. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but whatever you think you saw wasn’t real. It’s just some stupid fucking nightmare.”

He felt like he was floating somewhere high above himself, looking down at the scene below as it unfolded. He thought back to the night when he’d received his call to Mythos, and how he’d been able to find the ocean beneath him through the cracks in the wooden boards of the pier when his face was being pushed into the floor by rough hands. His beaten body had hit the sea, and even though the water seemed to turn to blood around him as it threatened to pull him under, he knew now that it really couldn’t have been anything but saltwater. He had kept his head above the waves then, and he could do it again.

Mylo always treated every fight like it was his last, and he’d always known in the back of his mind that, eventually, he’d either get knocked out for good, or he’d simply tap out before then.

He looked into Antonina’s eyes, and he saw that they held an entire ocean. He was so tired of swinging.

“Listen, there was a lot going on at the beach that day, and you’ve been out of practice all summer, right? It’s your senior year, and you’re stressed about it. I get it. It was probably just some kind of test or something. I bet the gods had something to do with it. Those bitches are just bored, and they’re messing with you,” he said, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders beneath her hands. “Look, you need to get it together, Nina. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re both fine.”

He grasped her wrists as he removed her hands from his shoulders slowly. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and he realized that they were numb. He felt like a ghost.

“Let it go,” he said, and although he tried to keep his words soft, he had to bite down on them hard to mold them into shape. “Come on. We’re at a fucking party. Stop worrying about it.”

If he stayed there any longer, he’d never be able to move again. He knew that leaving her there would make him an asshole, but it was a part that he played too well. He turned before she could get another word in, looking away so that he didn’t need to see her reaction. He set off, aiming for the center of the party where the sea of people would swallow him and he’d have a chance to disappear.

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RosateNena · Aug 14, 2021

amina diao.

Had Amina broken party protocol by not showing up tipsy or already wasted? Perhaps, but she’s better off being a late-bloomer than to not bloom at all. At least, that was what she had tried to tell herself. The sight of an endless mass of sweaty and drunken bodies already so early in the evening was more than enough to continue overwhelming her. She, too, enjoyed drinking, but not enough to the point where she wouldn’t remember the previous night’s events.

Perchance, that had been one of the main reasons as to why she despised college parties so much. Young adults with grand powers and abilities alike would dress in full feathers for what they sought to make a memorable night. Consequently, they’d push their limits and remember none of the previous events—set aside for a pounding ache in their heads. At least Amina knew where her limits stood.

Accepting Alina’s hand, she followed her friend to a nearby table with food and drinks. The lot had looked somewhat questionable, seeing as most of it had been sitting in the hot, open air for anyone to tamper with. Her suspicions were confirmed with Alina’s comment, and she turned to face her with a slightly horrified expression. “I believe it’s a bit too early in my newfound party experience to go that far. Maybe next time.” Amina opted for a wine-based hard seltzer as her drink of choice. In an unknown and uncomfortable environment, she wanted to start slow.

“I hope you know that I appreciate what you’re doing—what you’ve been doing.” She keeps her eyes trained on her drink before her. “You’ve stayed by my side since day one, and you’ve never once forced me out of my comfort zone. Even though it took years,” she lets out a soft laugh, “you waited until I’d willingly go to a party with you.”

Amina lets the comfortable silence mull between them for a moment. She knows that Alina is watching her, waiting for her to finish before she responds. However, she isn’t sure how else to express her gratitude. The daughter of Apollo, the literal embodiment of sunshine, had reached out and pulled her away from the dark place she resided in for most of her life. Dejectedly, she settled on a simple ‘thank you.’

After a few moments, her emotionally constipated self searched for something to occupy their time. She didn’t want Alina to get bored and regret bringing her. “Can we get a closer view of the band? Somewhere not too close to that huge mass of people?”

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thespectacularstorm · Aug 17, 2021

PHILO

MOOD: out of place.
LOCATION: the whispering woods.
OUTFIT: here.
TAGS: N/A.
MENTIONS: Ezra & Althea.

With the first few days coming and going, Philomena remembered just how much she missed her friends. It was nice having her roommate back to talk with rather than spending so much time alone in her shared room. Sure, she had others to talk with like Fletcher but nothing beat movie nights with Ezra that concluded with falling asleep after the fifth showing on top of him. It was good to feel like things were 'normal' again, or as normal as it could get with superpowered college students.

Tonight was the coveted welcome back party that everyone usually attended because they knew next week would be brutal. She recalled last year's party and how she left early because she was too nervous going alone. At least this time there would be people she knew in attendance but parties still weren't her thing. Philo preferred to spend her time training or doing something productive rather than drinking away memories. Still, Ezra would be too sad if she didn't come to his performance and Althea would never let her live it down if she didn't go to the first party of the year. So, reluctantly, she got dressed, flat-ironed her hair, and headed out to the woods. Why the student body believed having a party in the middle of the woods known to have creatures roam about was a good idea was beyond her.

The night air cooled her skin as she weaved through the illuminated forest. String lights guided the way to the stage crowded with partygoers. Everyone was already well past their first drink, perhaps even the fifth, and beyond the stage of idle conversation. People were dancing, romancing, and everything in between throughout the woods. It was starting to make her sick feeling like she didn't fit in with this kind of environment. Where's my friends when I need them... She exhaled deeply deciding to push through to the front of the stage. Ezra was up there elevating the scene with his electric guitar and for some reason, watching him made her feel a little better. Her arms crossed over her chest and her head began to bob along to the song feeling the beat of the music capture her. Soon her hips were moving and she was starting to loosen up.

Parties were supposed to be fun, right? So why did she have this creeping feeling that something was wrong? Why were her instincts telling her that she should go home and watch Cat in the Hat for the four hundredth time? "Maybe I do need a drink." She whispered to herself realizing she was likely just paranoid.

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miyabi · Aug 17, 2021

althea.

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mood

not in her element. fake it 'til you make it.
outfit

peep my fit!
location

whispering woods.
interactions

cablebelly (fletcher) thespectacularstorm (philo; a mention, intending to interact with soon.)

A grotesque creature from another world is what she’d described herself. From the thin lines under her eyes, gaunt from sleepless nights; the sullen stare off into nothingness; messy hair, near untamable from rolling around in bed; Althea didn’t quite look like Althea. Mythos Althea was her own separate entity, yet the recent brush with death had melded together with the Althea that existed prior to her newfound identity.

Landing back to Mythos had been an adjustment to, undoubtedly, most of the student body; Althea felt it as keenly as the lightning through seastorm. The large influx of bodies, though something she’d experienced in the prior year, accompanied the overwhelming anxiety that crept up into her throat like bile--something she’d frequently had the misfortune of experiencing. There was mourning and denial, one that still haunts from the death of her beloved grandmother; there was always that period to the whole business of death, this one had been drawn out for too long.

In fact, since landing back at Mythos, she’d seemed different--though, the change wasn’t quite as apparent as she’d thought it’d been; nobody noticed, thankfully.

She stared off into the mirror, analyzing her features that--for some reason--had become foreign to her. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t looked in the mirror much these days or it was the fact that Althea had seen some shit. Way more than she’d intended to. A shaky hand pressed against her cheek, tugging onto the warmth that radiated off of it. And in her turbulent thoughts were the recounts of reuniting with friends and acquaintances: this, however, had drained her social meter significantly.

Philo helped her break out of that shell--the two exchanged outreach, as did Leia and Fletcher, but that was the extent of it. The thought of bodies close together, loud music, and whatever else happens, did little to comfort her anxieties; Althea had lead others to believe that she was what she wasn’t. Comfortable. “Get it together, stupid. It’s a party. You’ve been to a bunch,” Her voice had a soft echo in the barren bathroom, lips skewed in annoyance at herself--she’d had runs like this a plethora of times, so why was it so hard to assimilate? She’d been given another chance, a purposeful yet puzzling one, but a purpose nonetheless.

***

The body froze on the steps of the Cathedral as the bells tolled, an odd time in the night--however, suiting for ambiance. As if that was important. There was a ghastly gurgle met with warm, damp air and moonlight; in silence, Althea watched from afar, along with her small unit of peers whose faces were locked in horror. There was the single moment that split between life and death, one with little hesitation; she stood, staring back at the Aswang--its glowing red eyes penetrating deep into her skin. She’d alerted it, no doubt, but it was a risk she was willing to make.

With the lack of movements from her peers, someone had to do it before the mission went awry--and more people got killed.

Althea’s blade reflected off the moonlight, catching a glimpse of a scared child tucked behind a large rock. Determination settled in: in no way would that thing get him, it was either her or it. As abruptly as the Aswang’s cry had come, Althea had charged, drawing its focus to her and nothing else.

***

Taking a deep breath, thick air filling her lungs as her eyes closed for just a moment; in silence was an exhale, she forced herself to move from the sink, fingers slightly touching the cool metal of the faucet. The sound of the water shutting off filled the silence and she continued to move wordlessly, opening the door wide enough to slip through. Goosebumps raised on her skin with the sudden change of temperature; a product of working A/C or the rumored hauntings, Althea couldn’t tell which one it was--not that she had the guts to find out.

She passed another mirror, forcing a smile as she fixed her hair--combing thin fingers through dark tendrils, brows furrowed with every pass of a second, unsatisfied with the outcome. Maybe if she’d taken better care of herself, she wouldn’t look like that much of a disaster, but it was too late.

Minutes. It had only taken her minutes to get ready, a rushed young woman trying her best to make it on time--not that anyone would’ve been waiting for her for the party to start; she didn’t, however, want her friends waiting far too long. It was clear that just as she was nervous, she was forcibly optimistic, a trait she wished was as genuine as her anxieties. Fingers gently fell to her side as she admired the clothing she wore, a drastic change from the everyday wear: no cheesy meme shirts, no atrociously patterned socks, for once Althea looked like she’d put some thought into her outfit. Though, she did miss the terribly put-together clothes reminiscent of getting dressed in the dark.

Little time passed before she made her way to the Whispering Woods, a short distance from her, but a trek that felt like an eternity as she walked in silence. Once again, pestered by her own thoughts, Althea made her attempts to shush them away; this wasn’t the time nor the place to wallow in her own self-pity and she was fully aware of it.

Calm, a sensation she hadn’t felt in quite some time, had finally washed over as dark eyes fell onto familiar faces.

“Fletch!” Althea called out, a blanket of excitement washing over her body as a shaky hand raised, waving wildly in his direction. As swiftly as she’d called out to him, her footsteps rushed towards the male, “I think I saw Philo somewhere around, we should keep her company. You look…” Her words trailed off as she looked him over, heavily taking in his features. He looked the same as always but never failed to blow her away--no. Brush off the thought. “You look good! How’d I clean up? Eh? Eh?” The young woman did a slight twirl, showing off the outfit she’d grown to like despite the significant change.

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cablebelly · Aug 18, 2021

Huh, okay. So oracle lady -- scratch that -- Nina, was not as scary as Fletcher had thought. He had sort of a small smile to himself as he buzzed about the party, but it might have been from the liquor he’d been guzzling slowly starting to settle in. Getting drunk was not exactly an easy task since being gifted godly abilities. It had taken some figuring out, but if he worked his system enough, ran a couple laps while sloshing alcohol around, it took effect. Actually, it worked very well.

Most were too busy in their own swaying world to notice Fletcher blinking in and out of existence. The woods was an absolute no-go because he was not trying to get eaten by a monster, since that would be an extremely pathetic way to go compared to… actually, dying by Ikenna’s hand was probably equally pathetic. The point of this train of thought was that if he was going to die, it was going to be pathetic, so he’d rather just not die. So, in his little race to get drunk, Fletcher consistently entered and reentered the party maybe tens, if not hundreds of times. Nobody cared, and he was actually pretty deft with his entrances, ducking and weaving and bobbing around each new face to the party with a surprising amount of elegance that only came to Fletcher when he was tipsy.

Drunk Fletcher went one of two ways, and flip-flopped between the two states as quickly as he could run. He either gained a suaveness that he had never possessed in the entirety of his short life, or just about every safeguard he had against stupid decisions completely left his body. Usually, it was an amusing combo of both; a very elegant descent into no return.

So, he was weaving, dodging, and somehow most of his drink stayed in his cup. Heads turned to maybe acknowledge a surprisingly out of place gust of wind, but they never caught a full glimpse of Fletcher. He wasn’t sure why he was so intent on drowning his mind tonight. It seemed like the thing to do, and the heat of a party was always enough peer pressure to make him crumble. Really, any sort of pressure was.

Deep down, Fletcher probably knew that it was to bury the anxieties of a sophomore year where his only safety mechanism had been stripped from him. A Mythos party was drenched in lavish attire, people wearing their best shiny things, and he knew that if it weren’t for the charm placed on his hands, he’d be zipping around filling his pockets with gold and pearls. He didn’t want to. But he felt like he needed to, because he’d needed to all his life up until his first year at Mythos, and it was like being unable to scratch an itch. Of course, these sorts of worries were best dealt with, or rather, not dealt with, totally shit-faced.

He was actually finding a rhythm to it. Pour, sip, run, repeat. Fletcher didn’t think anyone was really working to get drunk as hard as he was, but he loved to run. And with the liquid courage oiling his system, the wind ruffling his hair felt oh so good. The party lights draped around the trees blurred together in a way that felt hazy and comforting, like he was running among the stars, and Fletcher’s drunk melody came to a screeching halt in the form of his name being called.

How Althea could even process his fritzing image was a wonder to Fletcher, but he figured he was easier to spot when he had spent a majority of his summer with her. It was actually nice to be plucked out of the crowd, except he had absolutely zero idea how to slow down and reach her. His drunken mind had allowed all his techniques to fade into the distance, unreachable and unattainable. Teaching himself to run at this speed had been sort of like building a collage. He’d plucked influence from any place he could, and that was including, but not limited to: The Flash, Quicksilver, and going downhill on a skateboard. Comic books gave him a good reference point, but both of his superpowered idols were not good at hitting the breaks. Fletcher did, however, have experience absolutely snapping his arm in half at age eight bombing a hill on his beloved penny board, and felt that memory come back to him in slow-mo as he tried not to tackle Althea at light speed.

Use of arms, out of the question. He put them up in front of his face as a safeguard in case this went very wrong. Digging his heels into the dirt, much better. As Fletcher pivoted in Althea’s direction, he put on the brakes as best as he could, digging the soles of his vans into the dirt so harshly party goers would be able to look down and make out two burnt lines in the ground. Impact was imminent but Fletcher’s shoes screeched and whined, and when he opened his eyes, found that he had managed to skid to a halt mere inches away from Althea. Unfortunately, the violent stop had lurched every bit of remaining liquid out of his plastic cup and vaulted it onto her actually really nice looking outfit.

“Oh no.” He said softly, a rather diminished reaction for someone who had entered her personal space bubble so abruptly and totally ruined her look. Fletcher was a man with very little fashion awareness, but there was a dim light in the back of his brain shining just bright enough to recognize that an Althea not wearing a giant, dumb t-shirt, was an Althea out of her comfort zone. She’d probably been here all of three seconds before he’d fucked up her outfit.

After a few terrible moments of dead silence as drunk Fletcher tried to process what he had done, the gears in his head finally started to whir, and he devolved into a mess of apologies. “Althea -- I am so sorry, holy shit, I --” A hiccup interrupted his sentence. “You clean up so well and I just totally ruined it, I’m so sorry, let me just…” Fletcher began to shrug out of his jacket, and for a brief moment it seemed as if he might have been tangled in the sleeves. Eventually he managed to pull it off, and hastily tried to drape it around Althea’s shoulders, if she allowed it.

“Uh, see? Fletcher’s fuck up, begone! I-It kinda looks nice with your skirt, actually! S-skirt’s so poofy and the jacket’s, um, not poofy, uh, textures… fashion.” Leia had rambled on so long and showed him so many dresses before he’d left that he thought for a second his lame attempt at fashion-speak might have hung onto any of Leia’s wisdom. He was wrong. Fletcher dragged a hand down his face, trying to wield any godly force from any pantheon out there to maybe let him do this over. No dice. His cheeks were red as a tomato, both from the alcohol running through his veins and the embarrassment that had filled his being, and his mouth opened and closed several times more as he tried to say something meaningful. Another drunken hiccup escaped him.

“I’m sorry. Again. Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen. You look… looked…” Nope, fuck, back track, “Look… amazing. Philo, yes, let’s find Philo, Althea I’m going to level with you, I think I might have gone overboard with the patent-pending-speedster-drinking method and I think if I run again I’m not going to be able to stop. You’re my anchor now so please do not let me faceplant into a tree.” Fletcher grabbed Althea’s hand, and began to drag her towards the drink table with a somewhat confident shout. “MORE BOOZE!”

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miyabi

location

the whispering woods

mood

drunk

outfit

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mangomilk · Aug 19, 2021

Their music was on full volume, the sound enhancers stunned ears and Jean’s voice neared itself a more raspy tone. It was not from the stress on his voice alone but the cigarettes he smoked all day long. Right now Jean held a glass of punch in his hand that a girl had brought him. He spilled over the stage a bit while moving but he didn’t seem to care. Ezra’s fingers started feeling numb from pulling the guitars strings for such long time but the view of the crowd enjoying themselves on the dance floor eased him. His lips pulled themselves up, smiling as he closed his eyes. They played Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz and the band supported Jean’s vocals when he did the rap part. "Gon' bite the dust, can't fight with us. With yo’ sound, you kill the Inc…"

Ezra’s hands caressed his guitar strings with dominance and dexterity, in fact he felt pretty confident in his finger sensitivity and skill. Again his head bopped to their beat and his sun kissed freckles revealed themselves in the gloomy lights of the party. He was hot now. Small droplets of sweat and fog of the woods formed on his face, he did not mind. At the next glance into the crowd he could make out Philomena's long brown hair. He was glad she came for the party as well, he hadn't seen her much today but he made sure he'd join her later for one or two drinks.

Once they finished their songs, it was time for their well-deserved break. For now the DJ would take over and play other music before the band might return later in the night. They also wanted to party after all. "That was a good session, guys," Marla smiled and patted them on their shoulders. "That’s all praise we get from you?" Jean was seemingly disappointed. "Oh you…You did so amazing, Jean. You’re really the best, you little sucker…," Marla caressed Jean’s chin and Jean let her. They were somewhat dating, and at the same time they weren't, love is a complicated thing and so is lust...he figured. "Vellucci, you drink with us now." Jean gave him a shot of green liquid, it smelled like mouth wash and alcohol and it tasted like it too. His eyebrows furrowed, not knowing if he should hide his expression or not. After that shot, another followed, and then the next one.

They engaged in conversation and their different accents mixed uncontrollably. Soon not only his fingertips felt numb and he could feel how he loosened up when it came to moving around, talking to people he knew but wouldn’t approach in the usual sober state of his. Being drunk also meant that he wanted a cigarette. Ezra was an undiagnosed party chain smoker, otherwise his lips would only find company of blunts. Ezra put the cigarette he received from Jean in his mouth and bowed towards him before Jean held the lighter for him. "Thanks." He distanced himself a bit from the crowd, considerate as he was, he didn’t find cigarette smoke too dandy himself when standing next to its fumes, so he strolled for a bit, following a small path deeper into the woods.

He heard voices in the far. Then he reminded himself. I shouldn’t go too deep by myself. The creatures in the woods should not be underestimated, he learned that as a freshman. He saw a ball of light swooshing behind trees. "Huh?," he exhaled only between his lips. For a second he mistook it for his own confusion. He took a last drag of the cigarette and killed it on the ground. Approaching the scene slowly, his arms tingled, as if his body ached for the action and movement he could be about to witness. At the next crossing he was able to see more. People as it seemed...and a spider-like creature, a demi-god as well? Soon enough Ezra couldn't mistake the scene for anything else but a fight; and Ikenna and Oshea were part of it! He kept himself secluded from them for now, he didn’t necessarily want to get involved in a stupid fight that was caused by drunk jocks. He probably was just as drunk though. He stepped closer, before small beings of the forest formed a rope of plants around his left leg and he stumbled forward, landing on in the dirt of the ground. Good job, he thought to himself. I am the master of stealth. The son of the greek goddess of war, conquest and bloodlust had arrived in all his glory; dirty and on his knees before anything even started.

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