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[b][color=mediumpurple]Location[/color][/b] - The Theoria Banquet Hall
[b][color=7083db]Interactions[/color][/b] - No One; Self
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The Theoria Dinner Banquet had hit off quite well. The demigods and demigoddesses were coming arm-in-arm. Some of them were coming with dates, some with siblings, and some were coming stag. Whichever it was, it could not be denied that, just like last year’s banquet, this one was poised to being another hit. Especially with Jem on the piano. That guy could really play. He was adding a sophisticated atmosphere to the banquet hall. 

Those who had came with their dates, with their siblings, or just stag with friends, had already claimed tables. Some sat alone, some sat with their dates(whatever the variety might have been), or some just took a table, and hoped for the best. Whatever you want to call it, there was no denying that everyone was enjoying themselves. They were having fun. They were all laughing whether with themselves(as crazy as it sounds), with their dates or friends. There were familar faces at these tables. They were familiar faces that everyone knew.

And yet, the Zeus siblings were missing from the equation.

Yes, indeed the Zeus children weren’t there at the tables or getting food. Why you may ask? Well, due to a very unfortunate choice that Abraham Rothschild and Cecily Merrick made during the Spartan Race event. It was the last match. Both teams were getting under each other’s skin. Of course they would. Cecily had Skye, the one person that Abe hated above all, and Abe had Tess, someone that was most recently added to Cecily’s kill-that-bitch list. So of course things would get out of hand rather quick, but no one expected the two Zeus siblings to actually attempt to kill each other with their powers. When you count the fact of water, it spelled doom for everyone else nearby. Thus, why neither of them were enjoying themselves with their classmates. Both were disqualified. Both teams lost, thus no true winner for the Spartan Race, and as a result, Cecily and Abe were forced to be servers. Talk about a deep cut into their pride?

Both Cecily and Abe were forced into this, but that wasn't the extent of it. Both of them also had to wear the godawful server uniforms that — well, servers had to wear. She was wearing the female variety, which was a white, long-sleeve shirt, black slacks, a black and white-checkered tie, and a black apron. Abe’s was more monotonal compared to Cecily’s. The male server [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b4/11/e6b411491a85dd71c05cee2457c5253b.jpg]uniform[/url] consisted of a dark grey shirt of the same make of the female one, a black tie, black slacks, shoes to match as well, and a black tie. The apron was black as well. Same color shoes, as well.

As he walked around with the best faux smile he could muster, he tried to at least appear that he wasn’t letting this suck the life out of him. It was hard, though. Maybe it would have been easier if Cecily wasn’t avoiding him like the plague. In the hour that the banquet had been going on, Abe had tried to approach and talk to Cecily over thirty times now. Still, she ignored him; even if he just approached her, or appeared in her line of sight, she would give him that sort of glare that told him he should stay away.  All the Son of Zeus wanted to do was talk to her, apologize for everything, but still she ignored him. She wouldn’t even let him get one word in. Each time he approached her, her eyes would show a hint of a spark with a hue change of purple. Abe knew not to try any longer.

“[color=mediumpurple]C’est la vie.[/color]” Abe muttered. He finally gave up. 

Just in time it seemed because as he would look towards the left of him, he saw someone that, somewhere deep inside his gut, he knew would be showing up, but Abe had hoped that he wouldn’t show up this early, much less wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Abe couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Atticus was in a raging mood - as he should be -since he lost both matches he was in. Even though he did find it amusing, he knew Atticus. The guy had a temper to match his build. It didn’t help that he had the ego to made him feel like he was better than everyone else. 

[color=mediumpurple][i]Gee, I wonder why that sounded so familiar?[/i][/color] Abe rolled his eyes. He could hear Zeus trying to whisper something to him. Perhaps Abe should listen to him this once because dealing with the arrogant bitch boy was going to take a lot more than just slightly-threatening rhetoric. 

Abe sighed. He hoped that he wasn’t making a huge mistake by getting involved in Atticus’ rampage.


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[b][color=firebrick]Location[/color][/b] - The Theoria Banquet Hall
[b][color=b26a22]Interactions[/color][/b] - Andy [@McHaggis]
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For being someone who suffered from being around large crowds of people, Dante was actually handling himself well. Maybe it was being near his sister, or seeing Lissie arrive in that beautiful dress of hers. Dante couldn’t decide which was making him forget about his terrible social anxiety, but there was one thing that was clear to him: he was actually more relaxed than he thought he would be. It was a nice feeling.

Dante and Andy, despite having a stressful moment with the headmistress, they were actually able to enjoy themselves. Dante engaged in conversation with her, they got their food, and all seemed well. Nothing could possibly ruin the nice moment the Hades siblings were having, right? Wrong. One person could, and that was the Son of Ares, Atticus Caesar. 

The jovial air in the banquet hall was suddenly put to rest as Atticus came rushing in, howling at the demigods and demigoddesses who were happily enjoying the company of those they chose to surround themselves in. Atticus claimed that they didn’t deserve to celebrate because they all lost as there was no winning team. Dante couldn’t deny that was true, but he didn’t think Atticus should be yelling at everyone else. From what Dante remembered, Atticus was the one who lost two matches in a row. As unfortunate as it was, why did he have to take it out on everyone else?

Dante wasn’t sure what he should do. Atticus posed a real threat to everyone’s safety. Dante looked to the staff who were examining the situation. It seemed that they were waiting to see if Atticus was going to actually physically attack anyone of he was just going to spew violent rhetoric. Dante couldn’t help but feel some major anxiety stir up in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t like the way that this whole situation was building towards. In a few moments, everyone would see why.

“[color=firebrick]Oh no..[/color]” Dante quietly said. Yup, he felt it. The anxiety in his stomach had reached that boiling point. 

Dante, by this point was standing up. His fists were balled up, and he was about to act. It might’ve seemed weird to Andy because nothing happened, but Dante walked a few steps. His brows were furrowed, hinting at anger or some emotion of the like. In the next few moments, it would be explained why he was feeling such emotions as Atticus would not only approach Felicity, Dante’s roommate, but aggressively question her about the daughter of Demeter, May Bentley. 

Dante felt a strong protective instinct take over him. He took a few couple of steps forwards, moving past one table that had been flipped from another table that was physically tossed by Atticus. Just as he was about to get closer, Dante stopped. He saw one of the servers intervene where Dante was about to. Dante’s fists went back to their natural open form.

“[color=mediumpurple]Oh geez, here she goes again,[/color]” Dante heard a man say to the side of him. He also was in a  server uniform. Dante looked at him. He was a little shorter than Dante was, but hair of similar shade.

“[color=firebrick]Rothschild..[/color]” Dante said quietly.

“[color=mediumpurple]Hm?[/color]” Abe looked to Dante, gazing at the son of Hades curiously, “[color=mediumpurple]aren’t you Dante Belmont?[/color]” Abe asked him.

“[color=firebrick]Yeah, uh - I mean, yes that’s me.[/color]” Dante said. He was never one for conversation. “[color=firebrick]And you’re Zachariah Abraham Rothschild, Son of Zeus.[/color]”

“[color=mediumpurple]Just call me Abe.[/color]” 

Dante nodded. “[color=firebrick]Okay, Abe.[/color]” 

Both of them let out a form of a laugh, though Dante’s was more minimal while Abe’s was at normal volume. As the laughs settled, both of them came to the sight of Cecily confronting Atticus. Dante wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he saw Abe was shaking his head. There was an evident worrisome aura about  Abe Rothschild. Dante could tell that he had conflicting emotions about his sister. Dante shared similar thoughts, but probably not for all the same reasons that Abe did. 

Dante did not feel as much anxiety for Cecily as Abe was probably feeling. His entire attention was on Lissie. He knew that Atticus was strong. Sometimes, he even exceeded Dante when he was powered by his own fears, but Atticus was also violent. Proud too, so with Felicity in the sight of that, Dante felt something intense stirring inside him. It was past the anxiety, and was morphing. It was morphing, and churning. Dante could sense it. His fists were balled up once more and when Atticus had grabbed Cecily’s throat, Dante looked over to Abe, and he had thus disappeared. As if in a blink of an eye. In the following seconds, Dante too would have a reason to launch forth. Felicity was thrown, and Dante had launched himself forward. Not at the speed of Abe, of course, but the demigod speed in him allowed the Son of Hades to cover footage enough to get to Lissie..

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[b][color=firebrick]Intera[/color][color=mediumpurple]ctions[/color][/b] - Cecily, Felicity [@lovely complex], Atticus [@Viciousmarrow], Preston [@Holy Soldier]
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What happened in the next minute did so way too fast that even if you blinked for just a moment, it was over. Abe came in bursting like a purple lightning bolt, cutting off Atticus’ hold on Cecily as a static-infused fist struck his arm with such precision that it released the grip. Cecily would be on the floor at this point, and Abe delivered a short lightning blast to Atticus in an attempt to increase the distance between he and Cecily. 

And in that same moment, Dante had came rushing in, jumping off his right leg into a heroic leap to catch Lissie. Dante never was one for athletics, but he was capable of switching his body midair to which Felicity would be able to use his body as a cushion when they would land just a few yards away from Atticus. 

Abe heard the crash, eyes slightly trailed over to Dante. He saw that they were both okay. He smiled, and looked at Cecily. “[color=mediumpurple]Are you okay, Cecily?[/color]” Abe was trying to make sure that his sister at least knew he still loved her, even if she was feeling nothing but anger towards him. “[color=mediumpurple]Even if you aren’t, you soon will be. This ape won’t hurt you anymore.[/color]”

As Abe’s attention came to the [i]Sanguine Son[/i]. He felt nothing but disappointment for him. “[color=mediumpurple]Atticus, for someone who claims to have pride in themselves, you most certainly aren’t showing it.[/color]” Abe smirked, gesturing to the gown he was wearing. “[color=mediumpurple]I mean, really? You couldn’t put off your rage for a few minutes so you could get properly dressed? No one here can take you seriously, Caesar. You may very well have the blood of four gods running through your veins, but I bet you that all of them are shaking their heads at how ridiculous you look.[/color]” Abe said, not being able to contain his laugh. He then looked behind Atticus, seeing those behind him laughing. “[color=mediumpurple]My apologies for the view. I’m sure it’s not a pleasant one.[/color]” Abe gave them a reassuring smile.

As Abe prepared himself for whatever was going to come his way thanks to his words about Atticus, the Son of Zeus couldn’t hide his surprise when of all people, Preston, had intervened. He dowsed Atticus in some liquid. Knowing the Son of Hera, it was probably Ambrosia. Abe knew that Ambrosia was being served here, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the Ambrosia of legend. That stuff was just too potent to be served to the masses here. Still, Abe watched as Preson’s interference would soon give light to a fire in front of him. It was underneath Atticus, and the seconds that followed would soon have the Son of Area surrounded in fire. Instincts took over, and Abe threw himself over Cecily. Whether she would like it was moot at this point. He wanted to protect her. Nut shot was predicted.