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Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Now talk about drama!

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat Righty-o! Thank you for clarifying that for me. Not that I don't like the idea of an all-female cast, I just wanted to know that before I declared my full interest -- which I am now! I plan on making a warlock. :)

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat Potentially interested, but I do have a couple of questions before I solidify my interest.

1.) Will characters be limited to female witches or is it open to warlocks as well?

2.) When you say realistic do you mean more along the lines to realistically-drawn images or, say face claims of celebrities and the like?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Although she’d been at the mall for the last twenty minutes, it was just now when Marisol was jogging her way down to The Gardens food court. The last thing she wanted was for Sonny to piece together where exactly she’d spent last night, so she’d decided to make a detour to the trusty Target on site. Sixty dollars and a bathroom visit later, the Castillo girl was now ready to meet her ex-best friend and see exactly what the fuck he wanted. Now dressed with distressed jean shorts, a black cotton T-shirt and a backward baseball cap, the young woman looked like just your typical teen out for a Sunday stroll instead of one doing the walk of shame after a wild night out. Her homecoming dress, Salem’s hoodie, and her bronze clutch were hidden away inside the shopping bag, and she’d made a point to let her long hair cover the side of her neck where the hickey was.

When she finally reached the food court, Marisol scanned the area in search of Sonny but failed to see him. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her new shorts and sent out a text:

I’m here and I don’t see your pale ass. If this is another one of your stupid pranks I’m breaking your nose all over again.

He had been at the mall for a while now. Whether it was ten minutes or twenty, Sonny lost count. The only thing he knew was he walked around and that was the only thing he did. His mind was clearly focused on one thing and that was Marisol. Everything else that may have been happening was white noise to him. Nothing about seeing some classmates that he may have liked and disliked nor seeing a teacher apparently outside like a normal person seemed to interest him. His mind, much like the person himself, was one that always remained one-tracked. And in that, Sonny couldn’t get Marisol off his mind.

After a while, Sonny made his way to the food court. He was so preoccupied with walking and thinking, it didn’t occur to the boy that he hadn’t eaten anything since abruptly waking up and leaving. He didn’t know what time it was, but when his stomach growled, Sonny made any attempt to make sure it stopped growling for as long as possible. So, when he stood in line for no particular restaurant, Sonny was free to do more thinking, or so he thought. He felt his phone buzz, and upon examining it, realized he’d just gotten a text from Marisol

Reading it, he could just hear her anger radiating from the words screen. For whatever reason, the thought of her being angry with him, though it wasn’t exactly in the line of his intentions to make things right, he smiled. There was always a co-dependency of their relationship. She would be angry with him and he’d smile because he liked seeing her throw her fits. Sonny knew it got to her when he did seem happy she was pissy at him, but he didn’t care -- or at least, he did care and that’s what made him smile even more.

So, in direct response, he replied back.

At the food court. I’ll get you a hotdog. You’ll see me because I’ll be the only one with two burger value meals.

Somehow, Sonny knew that would get her attention one way or another. Or so he hoped it would. Either way, as soon as Sonny would see her, he waved her over so she knew where he was. Which was at a table away from just about everyone else who seemed to be inhabiting the food court. He had a cheeseburger for him and a chicken sandwich for her. Included were two orders of medium fries and medium drinks. Sonny didn’t feel hungry enough for a large, but he sure as hell was hungry enough to get something larger than a small.

It wasn’t long before Mari’s phone buzzed in her hand and Sonny’s reply appeared on her screen. She frowned at it for a second before looking back up, this time scanning the area in more detail. Finally, her eyes found the tell-tale orange hoodie of her date of the day, who waved at her while sitting a comfortable distance away from the general population. She gave him a curt nod in response, and after letting out a sigh, the short girl trudged over to his table.

“Alright, so you texted me to be here. What do you want?” Marisol said brusquely, plopping down in the chair in front of Sonny. She dropped the shopping bag on the chair next to her and grabbed one of the cups from the tray, then took a long sip of its contents. Her suspicious green eyes were locked on the boy’s face as she sipped her soda, looking for any signs of a prank or foul play.

Too bad for her, there wasn’t any. And even if there was something for Marisol to be suspicious of, Sonny didn’t let her see it. Instead, he brandished that same smile he always had. ”What? Is it so hard for you to believe I just wanted to have a lunch date with my oldest friend?” He asked her, sipping his raspberry tea beverage.

Marisol snorted, shooting Sonny a look. “Sure Jan,” she replied sarcastically, stuffing her mouth with a handful of fries. “Because I am your oldest friend, I know better than anyone that the almighty Sonny Drake doesn’t just do things out of the goodness of his sweet little heart: there’s always some sneaky ulterior motive to the madness. So save us both the time and just spit it out already.”

He didn’t know what it was, be it the casual remark she made, the overused meme that he grew tired of hearing about, or the familiar attitude she had towards him, but Sonny cracked a genuine smile. “There’s no ulterior motive or anything like it. I just missed you is all,” he admitted truthfully. “I know it may be hard for you to grasp, but there’s nothing crafty lurking beyond my beautiful face or anything.” .

The second Marisol heard the words ‘I miss you’ come out of Sonny’s mouth, her jaw dropped to the floor. It was a sure sign of the apocalypse: Hell was freezing over, the world was ending, reality as they knew it was about to come to a close. Sonny Drake wasn’t a man known for expressing anything except snark, sarcasm, and anger- this was a well-known fact. To have him admit any sort of feelings was a feat of itself, but to actually hear him admit them out loud? It was a once in a lifetime kind of event.

“Jesus Christ, Sonny! Did you just say you missed me?!” she cried out in disbelief, looking at her best friend as if he’d suddenly turned into a lizard person. “Holy shit. Those punches must have given you an aneurysm or something. In my eighteen years roaming this Earth I have never heard you say that. Like ever.”

As she spoke, Sonny had taken a bite into his burger and just kept listening until he didn’t have any beef in his mouth. “Well now you have,” he spat back at her cheerfully, chuckling.

“Jesus Christ…” she muttered, shaking her head. “Well if it’s of any comfort, I missed you too,” the short girl grumbled under her breath, taking a big bite out of her sandwich and frowning at her fries.

“Sorry, I’m not sure I heard that. You what?” Sonny asked, leaning forward with his hand to his ear.

Scoffing, Mari directed her frown towards the boy, knowing fully well that he’d definitely heard her but just wanted to mess with her. “I said that I missed you, dipshit!” she repeated loudly straight at his ear, taking a fry from her tray and throwing it at Sonny’s face. “Did you hear me this time, or are your eardrums that far up your ass now?”

“Ow,” Sonny simply said, leaning back into his chair. He ran his right pinkie finger into his ear to make sure he still had full working function in it. “You didn’t have to yell,” he commented with an attitude, looking around seeing how, to his surprise, nobody seemed to hear Marisol raising her voice at him. It was probably for the better. They didn’t need any prying eyes on them, especially since Sonny was still recovering from his broken/fractured nose.

Going back down to a few of his fries, Sonny gave Marisol a quick grin before snatching a dip of her ketchup. “So, are you gonna tell me about that hickey or do I have to pry it out of you?” He asked, not even looking up her, though the hint of his typical smirking grin could be seen.

Marisol was poised to take the last bite out of her sandwich when Sonny brought up the hickey in her neck. The girl stopped mid-bite, her blood turning into ice. She cursed herself for thinking that her hair would cover it, for not buying that turtleneck tee she saw in one of the hangers, and for not at least attempting to hide the evidence with some concealer or a few bandaids. Well, it was too late now. It was time to pull out the bullshitting card.

“It’s not a hickey: it’s a burn,” she said matter-of-factly as if talking to a dense five-year-old. “Auntie Callie accidentally burned my neck when she was doing my hair yesterday. The only reason it wasn’t visible yesterday was ‘cause she hid it with some makeup. Like I’d ever let anyone give me a fucking hickey...” she lied on the spot, taking a huge bite of her sandwich to buy herself some time to answer any further surprise question. Meanwhile, the rest of Sal’s hickeys seemed to burn underneath her clothes.

Bullshit.

Sonny knew what burns looked like. There was no burn that was shaped like puckered lips. But if she wanted to keep up the lie, then that was her business. Sonny knew it was a hickey. He gave hickeys to girls constantly over his time of being a teenage boy. If she thought she was being cute by lying to his face, then who was he to stop her? Everyone did what they were good at and Sonny seeing through her bullshit was one of his best skills.

“Okay, so it’s not a hickey,” Sonny commented casually, looking at her. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, your parents came by my house today.” Another causal, nonchalant comment he made as he took a big sip from his tea.

“FUCK!” Mari shouted, looking truly scared for the first time in years. Her parents… “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! I totally forgot to tell them I wasn’t making it home last night! Oh fuck, I bet Dad’s ready to file a missing person’s report… What did you tell them?!” she asked her friend, eyes wide with the fear of her parents finding out she’d spent the night with a guy they hadn’t even met.

He didn’t quite understand why she was so worried. Maybe it was due to the fact he wasn’t in her shoes, but Sonny found it just a little funny. For her sake, however, he wouldn’t burst into laughter like he usually would. Instead, he would take the road he rarely traveled on. “Relax, Manic Mari,” Sonny raised his hands up as if trying to calm her, “They weren’t mad or anything like that. Yeah, Marco was up in arms, but I surprisingly managed to get him to come back to Planet Earth.”

The short girl breathed out a sigh of relief, taking the last sip of her soda. “Thanks, man. This is, like, the first time I’ve spent the night somewhere without telling him, so that’s why they’re acting like it’s the end of the fucking world or something.”

“To be fair, it was mostly your father who was losing his shit. The most your mom did was just act as calm as she could, but she did have a slight freak out about my nose.” Sonny found some humor in that as he laughed, remembering how she blatantly asked about it. “Don't mention it. Although, there might be just one thing you should be worried about,” Sonny said rather casually, taking a bite of his burger.

“I bet he was. Daddy can be such a drama queen,” Mari said with an amused smirk, picturing her father having a meltdown while her mother not-so-patiently tried to talk some sense into him. However, Sonny’s next words were quick to make her focus back on the present. “And that is…?” she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“Well,” Sonny’s voice trailed on as he brought his napkin to his face, wiping off some of the ketchup and mustard from it. “There’s a chance they could be paying Salem a visit.”

“WHAT?!” Marisol cried out in disbelief, shooting up from her chair as if it had electrocuted her. “Why the fuck would they do that?! I left his house like an hour ago!” she shouted. And then soon as she realized what she’d just blurted out, the panicked girl added, “N-not that there’s where I was last night or anything! I had Archer take me ‘cause I left my phone in Sal’s car last night before I left to Julie’s place.”

Sonny found it amusing she was still clinging to the shit lie that she wasn’t with Salem last night. All signs were pointing to yes, but Sonny wasn’t about to push on it. He was having too much fun seeing her try and think of more excuses. “If you weren’t with Salem last night, then you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure Rivera will tell them what we both know to be the truth: he hasn't seen you since he dropped you off last night.” Sonny wasn’t really sure how long she wanted to keep it up, but he was game to play hers. “If you’re seriously so worried that Sally will blab on ya, I can just call them right now and you can avoid that,” Sonny offered, getting his phone out.

“For real?” Sol asked, now looking at Sonny as if he was the answer to all her problems. “You’d still cover my ass like that?”

He kept his eyes on her, landing on her mother’s contact info. “Of course. What else are friends for?” He winked her way. “Text or phone call?”

The green-eyed girl shot him a small, grateful smile. It was nice to know that their time apart hadn’t jeopardized the fierce loyalty they’d always had to each other. “Call them. Daddy will fucking love that.”

A mini moment later, Sonny was calling Soleil’s phone and put it on speaker so both of them could hear. Not even two rings and there was an answer, but to Sonny’s amusement, it wasn’t her mother.

“Sonny! Did you find her!?” Marco had said rather intensely. “Por favor dime queue contrast a mi princesa!” Marco’s voice went hysterical, a clear sign that he was on the verge of crying.

Marisol couldn’t help but let out a cackle of amusement, even if she knew she shouldn’t. Leave it to her father to be the one ready to report her missing for being gone less than a day. “Yes, Daddy, he found me!” she replied to the phone, grinning widely at Sonny. “I’m okay, I’m okay! I spent the night at Julie Macmillan’s house. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys before. I didn’t mean to worry you, Daddy.”

“The Macmillans!?” Marco was genuinely shocked. “But Sonny told us--”

“That’s my bad. I thought Salem might’ve known, but I guess I was mistaken,” Sonny said, smiling at Marisol. ]“But don’t worry about her. I’ll drive her home when we’re done eating an early lunch,” he told Marco, hoping that would put some worries he had about his …princesa’s whereabouts and safety.

“I’m just happy that you’re safe, mija. I don’t know--”

Sonny heard the sound of something on the other end. Perhaps it was the phone dropping, but all went silent on the Castillo’s end of the call.

“Well I don't give a shit where you did or didn't spend the night: as soon as you walk through this door, you're grounded for two weeks! Maybe that'll serve you as a lesson to never pull another stunt like this again, Marisol Alejandra.”

Taking Marisol’s petrified silence as his turn to speak, Sonny made a bold decision to accidentally click off from the call, effectively ending what seemed like a very intense, highly volatile Soleil. Meanwhile, his nervous friend let out a small sigh of relief.

When Sonny put his phone into his pocket, he stood up from his seat and let out a sigh. “So, seeing as how this might be your last free day out for the next two weeks, anything else you want to do? Maybe we can go pick up someone? Salem maybe?” Sonny couldn’t believe he actually just said that.

Mari couldn't believe it either. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he and Salem had apparently been having a charming little talk with their fists at homecoming while she was outside. And now he wanted to invite the sworn enemy who broke his nose to spend the afternoon with them? It looked like Drake Jr. had definitely lost a few screws during that fight.

“You know what we should do? Get you to the ER and have you examined for any sudden brain swelling or an internal hemorrhage, because you're either losing your goddamn mind or have been abducted by aliens who left a poor excuse of a clone in your place,” the brunette stated, staring at Sonny as if he’d suddenly grown an extra head.

“Is it so unbelievable that I want to keep you from getting a prison sentence? I’d rather you not end up like Kavi, but if you really want to be stuck indoors on a Sunday, then do please follow me to my truck,” Sonny was only half-joking as he stepped to the side, gesturing towards the doors leading to the outside of The Gardens Mall.

“What’s that supposed to mean: ‘rather not end up like Kavi’?” Mari said in a confused tone as she opened the passenger door to his truck, took a seat and closed the door behind her. When Sonny was inside, she continued. ”What the fuck happened to Kavi?”

“You mean you haven’t--” Sonny couldn’t help but laugh, starting up his truck but he didn’t back out of the parking lot just yet. “After Ariel had punched him, he was escorted from Homecoming in the back of a police car. It’s all over social media. I’m shocked you didn’t hear about it.”

“Holy shit,” she muttered, looking at Sonny clearly taken aback. She knew her cousin wasn’t a stranger to getting himself into trouble with girls- he had the punch coming for long time now if Mari was honest, and her respect for Ariel was now a tad higher than before. But to be hauled away in a cop car? That was something to be expected of fuckups like her and Son, not Kavi. Sol figured his mother would be ready to rip him a new one. “Shit, man, that fucking sucks. I haven’t paid attention to my phone much, so I had no fucking idea.”

“Clearly,” Sonny said as he started up his truck. Once the coast was clear, he pulled out and gave Marisol a wink. “So where to?”

It didn’t take long for Marisol to come up with a response. “Let’s head out to our spot. It’s about time we finally sit down and talk.”

On that note, Sonny stopped in the middle of backing out. He had only looked at Marisol as if he was shocked by what she said as if he didn’t hear her right. When he saw the look in her eyes, there was no doubt in his mind that he heard exactly what he thought he heard. He smiled only slightly, backing out and driving out of the parking lot. “Guess we’re heading to The Cove,” was all he said, but in his mind, he couldn’t believe Soleil’s advice had actually worked.

Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

@Inkarnate @SleepingSilence @Crimson Flame @Stern Algorithm @Denny @tobiax

I know it's been pretty quiet, but I suppose I should offer up some kind of explanation. Unfortunately, the only thing I can say is time was our enemy and inactivity became the killer. I had a lot of hopes for this one, but so many things got in the way of realizing them. I could spend the time explaining each and every single one of those reasons, but it all boils down to that I didn't have any real direction and my motivation for this RP decreased the more time I let pass. Maybe I was too lax and didn't want to be a strict GM. Perhaps I should have been the kind that demanded a more steady stream of posts.

Honestly, I don't know. I love Digimon, but this RP never got off the ground - not really. And I know that's my fault.

In any case, I want to thank you guys for giving it a shot. But, sad to say, I think this is where this RP ends. Maybe I'll try another Digimon project in the future or not. I have no idea, but until then, sayonara and stay digitized!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Featuring the snappy kid sister}

As Kavi stood outside, watching Ariel’s car drive off, he stayed there for...well, he didn’t know how long he stayed there. He was feeling good and not just the sort of good that meant he was going to be having a hot date at some point in the future, but a genuine feeling of joy and relief. There never was a day that he ever thought he’d find himself in the position that was in right now: committing to one person instead of playing the field.

When he came inside, a grin on his face unlike any prior times, he suddenly came to the sight of his kid sister waiting for him. Was she watching the entire time? Kavi pondered that, not saying anything to Nikki. He walked around her and started to walk towards the kitchen. By the time he had done so, he heard the sound of her unreasonably-large feet stepping rather annoyingly behind him. When he finally turned around, Kavi, who had all that he needed for a sandwich, rolled her eyes. ”I feel like you’re going to ask me something. So just be done with it so I can get back to making my sandwich.” Kavi just looked at her, wondering exactly what was on her mind.

As per the usual with Nikki, she didn’t speak at first. She kind of circled the kitchen and took a place in one of the high chairs across from him. Much to her older brother’s annoyance, she still didn’t say anything until she kind of hummed. “You know, I heard about that one,” she finally spoke.

“That one? You mean the thing we call ham? Shocking! Can’t believe you’re that observant.” He didn’t bother looking up at her as he constructed his turkey-ham club sandwich.

“Okay Mr. Smartass,” Nikki rolled her eyes at him (not that he saw). “I’m talking about the pasty emo chick who was just here. Serafina or whatever her name is.” She seemed to try and remember her name.

“Ariel. Her name is Ariel. She hates going by Serafina,” Kavi properly corrected her, going back to the fridge to get the dijon mustard.

“Well, whatever her name is, I’ve heard whispers about her."

Stopping for a moment, Kavi looked up at Nikki and, to his surprise, there was a worried expression on her face. Almost as though she wasn’t bugging him because she didn’t have better things to do. “What things?” He asked her. “You’re a sophomore, Nikki. How could you possibly know about a senior, let alone a senior I know personally. Don’t you think these things you keep vaguely referencing would have gone into my ear instead of yours and whoever you heard it from?” He asked her. As soon as he did, Kavi went down to bite into his now completed club.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to two-time her, then maybe you’d know some things about that wonderful girl.” Nikki’s famous fiery tongue spat back at him in full.

Kavi sighed, giving only a small amount of his attention to his sister. Honestly, he was about ready to just ignore her and go back to his room. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with her at the moment. He didn’t know if he was more bothered by the fact that she claimed to know something he didn’t about Ariel or that she had to throw in the most recent of his mistakes in her face. Either way, Kavi was only going to entertain her nonsense for so long.

“Fine. What did you hear from your little group of little hellions?”

“I don’t know how true it is, but I heard from a guy who heard it from his sister who then heard it from their older sister’s friend’s aunt that heard some troubling rumors about Trillian Grey.”

Kavi stood there as his sister explained. “Okay, so what troubling rumors?”

“He has a bit of a temper.”

And in the span of the shortest moment, Nikki lost her older brother’s undivided attention. “Get the fuck out of here. That’s the big thing you had to tell me? The hotshot criminal defense attorney has a temper? That’s barely worthy of a mention, let alone hyping it up like it was some cardinal sin.”

As Kavi started to walk away, Nikki got in front of him. “You didn’t let me finish, pinhead! The rumor wasn’t just about his temper. It was about what he does with that temper,” she had clarified, a rare worried look on her face.

Kavi had known his sister to be a lot of things. She was overdramatic, teased him a lot (as he did to her on several occasions). She could also stretch some truths to bide time for whatever she needed time for, but as he looked into her eyes, this was the first time he could see a genuine worry in her face for anyone other than her family. Something in him told the teen to shut up and listen to what she had to say.

“Nikki, what’s wrong?”

She shook her body a little. “I shouldn’t be saying this cause it’ll probably get back to her, but that friend’s aunt I mentioned? She had apparently treated someone for a broken wrist that looked a lot like that Ariel girl."

“What are you saying?”

“Maybe nothing. Maybe it’s everything, but if Trillian has a temper and can be an asshole to his clients and those who work at his firm, who is to say he could be the same way with his own daughter?”

Kavi didn’t say anything, not to himself and most certainly not to his kid sister. All he did was smile at her and take his sandwich as he went to his room. As the door closed behind him, he set the plate down on his desk where his laptop and Playstation 4 was. He just sat in his chair, head leaning back, looking up at his ceiling. He must have kept his eyes up there for at least ten minutes. He didn’t keep track of the time. The only thing Kavi did was think about what Nikki told him and run it on repeat in his mind. If it was just a rumor, then it was all fine. Ariel wasn’t in any danger and her father wasn’t an abusive prick. He was just a regular, arrogant lawyer prick.

“But what if he wasn’t?” Kavi questioned himself.

He grunted loudly as he leaned forward. The thought of it turning out to be true was not being entertained. If proven to be the whole truth and nothing but the truth, then could he just sit on this information? What right did he have to do that? Kavi knew he cared about Ariel. He didn’t know exactly how much because they weren’t exactly close like they used to be. The date he’d take her out on at some point was going to be the start of whatever they had between the two of them. So he couldn’t exactly assert himself with something that he’s not even sure was true...

No, he couldn’t do shit right now. And he knew mulling over every detail of a rumor that may very well be just that: a rumor -- nothing but teenager gossip. But, then again, what if it was true?

And that’s when he remembered the bruise. That bruise on her neck. “It couldn’t be...could it?” He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated with all of the back and forth. He couldn’t take it. Not knowing was hard but running back from rumor to paranoia was getting to him. He needed to distract himself for a few hours. Kavi knew just exactly what that was. “Time to kill some zombies on Black Ops!”

And with that, Kavi flipped on his PS4 and was going to have some quality time with his sniper and hopefully get a few undead walkers in the process. It was a lot better than driving himself crazy with the totally crazy idea that Trillian Grey was abusing his daughter. It was crazy…

“Crazy.”

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{l o c a t i o n • o l y m p u s a c a d e m y // n a i a d e s l a k e i n t e r a c t i o n s • e m m a & a v e m // a z u r e // k e l s e y // d u s t y n // i a n @Rockette @SamaraJayne96 @NeoAC @MissCapnCrunch @SilverPaw}

From the way their area of the lake was getting more and more people, the more it seemed like this was where the party was at, not wherever Dallas Relo may have chosen. Or maybe it is where he chose the location and he’s simply a little late setting up his own party.

Damien didn’t know nor did he have enough mental energy to care one way or the other. The only thing he could bring himself to give a damn about was the rising number of people who he knew were wary around him and Emma. Which, was to say the people who were always whispering behind his or Emma’s backs were gathering and Damien was certainly trying his best not to seem like he was annoyed. He felt his sister’s rising discomfort as Kelsey and Dustyn arrived. No fault of their own, of course. They were talkers, so he couldn’t really blame them. The one person who seemed to have his sister’s attention was Azure, the girl who had given Damien some of hers.

As he breathed out a small sigh, Damien turned his head and smiled at the group that had gathered. In addition to the Wonder Twins of Trash, two more faces made it to the unofficial party. One was flamboyant and had way too much hair and the other was a bit plain if Damien was being honest. Still, at least it was more than just him representing the males of the school. Not that he minded being surrounded by beautiful women, but any longer and he feared what Emma might do if they dared give him the wrong look. He could already feel her getting agitated again.

He shifted himself into a more upright position, giving Azure a smile. “Oh, I get it. You just had to see me that much, huh?” Damien jokes. Despite his godly heritage, he wasn’t above a humorous moment or two. “But hey, I understand. I know I’m a little too irresistible. Why else would everyone here gravitate to a known Nyx child hotspot?” Damien said that loud enough so the Wonder Twins and Pretty Boy could hear.

Noting what his sister said, he smiled her way. “As they say, Emma: if you aren’t invited to the party, then make the party invite you,” he gave her a small wink before looking back at the others. “So, what sort of refreshments did you bring?” Damien shouted over to where Kelsey was. “Or do we have to beg for you to share? Also, does anyone know where that tool Relo is? He’s supposed to be hosting the party we’re all waiting for, right?”

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Nothing really happening.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Inkarnate Appreciate you letting us know.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Chasing Rainbows — Bring Me The Horizon — Sempiternal (Deluxe Edition)
I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Dancefloor Anthem) — Good Charlotte — Good Morning Revival
Summer's Gone — Maria Lynn — Summer's Gone (Simgle)
Something Good Can Work (The Twelves Remix) — Two Door Cinema Club (feat. The Twelves) — Tourist History (Remix EP)
Look Alive, Stay Alive — Highly Suspect — The Boy Who Died Wolf
A Single Moment of Sincerity — Asking Alexandria — Stand Up And Scream
The Dark Secret — Rhapsody of Fire (feat. Sir Christopher Lee) — Symphony of Enchanted Lands II: The Dark Secret
Welcome to the Black Parade — My Chemical Romance — The Black Parade
You're The Reason — Eyeshine — Red Stripes, White Lights
A Letter to my Younger Self — Ambar Lucid — Dreaming Lucid}