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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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As Damos’ eyes went back and forth from every single monitor from top left to top right, down every row from the Hestia Housing Buildings to the forest, to the Colosseum, and to the marketplace, he found that was there not only a single sight of any of the students -- at least those that Helena and Hector told him to keep an eye out for -- had appeared on any of the screens. Either they had all retired for the night before Damos’ shift had started, or, like Helena predicted, Dallas Relo was up to something like he had always been known to. Either way, he found it weird that, in addition to the students not being around, those strange readings from before that were off the charts just an hour ago, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

“Scan every area once more,” Damos commanded.

And so the infrared rays did just that. Every screen suddenly appeared to be in various colors and even more detail came up on the screen. Under the ground in every possible area of the campus was, as to be expected, full of worms and other creatures that would live away from light. In addition, much to Damos’ displeasure, no sign of anything else. It was almost as though he couldn’t quite believe that nothing was happening.

He knew something was going to happen very soon. “I need to inform the Headmistress! There is something on the rise.

“Sir?”

Damos’ eyes didn’t leave the screens, something in him trembling. “I don’t know what, but it is way too quiet for a night like this. Not even the typical wolves are howling.”

“Is that a strange occurrence?” Asked one of the men at the desks in the room.

Damos started to walk towards the door but turned around. “Since when have you known wolves not to howl on the night of a full moon?”

And just like that, Damos was gone. He marched his way up the flight of stairs that led to the surface level of the campus and walked across from the research and technology building and directly to the Administration building. Unfortunately, Damos would never get there in time. Just as his hand went to touch the knob and turn it, before if t would move an inch, he heard something similar to a wolf howl, only Damos knew it wasn’t a wolf that he heard. He immediately turned around and his hands both lit up with a deep red flame.

Damos wasn’t just the head of security at Olympus Academy. Though he wasn’t the most combat-efficient Demigod, The Son of Hephaestus knew how to handle himself. And whatever was out there, waiting for him, he came ready bearing the arms of his father. “I am Damos Beattle, Son of Hephaestus and head of security. If you do not come out right now, I will not be responsible for what happens to you!”

As Damos sent forth his warning, nothing happened.

And then even more time elapsed of nothing happening.

This was usually the part where normal people would start to panic, but the only thing that Damos could do was be on the lookout for anything, whether or not that meant using his sight or hearing. He wasn’t as skilled with ranged hearing or sight like those children of the hunters, but Damos wasn’t too shabby when he really wanted to be, yet he heard nor saw nothing.

Maybe it really was just me hearing things.

Damos dropped his hands, the hot flames diminishing as he turned around and before he could even blink, the sight of red eyes came closer and closer. “What! No! It can’t be the--”

_{L o c a t i o n • The Mystic Forest I n t e r a c t i o n s • Everybody
@Plank Sinatra @Write @HerecomestheSnow @Krayzikk @SilverPaw@MissCapnCrunch @NeoAC @Dirty Pretty Lies @spooner @SamaraJayne96 @TootsiePop}

Vivian certainly felt like a little child at this point. Not only had the poor girl gone and gave herself a nice shiner on the center of her forehead, ignoring the fact that she caused Dustyn to lose a tooth (to which she had given to Viv as a gift), but now she was getting treated by Phil. He was a kind man, to say the least. For that, she was at least thankful that this particular man was not only considerate but if Viv were also a dating girl, she would say he was rather cute as well. Of course, she would never say that to his face, let alone allow herself to admit to herself.

Oh! She already did. Oh well.

And as she sat against a tree, a decent amount of distance away from the party so the loud noises didn’t bother her too much, she was trying to get her injuries down to just a mild annoyance to where she would be able to stand up without feeling like her entire body had done a 2880 spin. And this really sucked too because, before clunking heads with Dustyn, she was enjoying herself immensely. Probably not so much the getting lost part, but before that, Vivian was excited to just let loose a little bit, or, at the very least, let loose like only she knew how. But now? Well, now Vivian was forced to sit on the sidelines, waiting for something to come to her.

“I wish something would happen already!”

And as soon as the Daughter of Apollo had spoken those words, she heard something. It was only for a brief moment, but it sounded eerily like wolves howling, which she wasn’t too out of the ordinary. She knew that various mythical creatures lived in the forest, but she figured with the protective measures her brother took for the party, nothing would get past him without him knowing about it first. So why did she get the sneaking suspicion that something was was on the horizon?

And then she saw it. It was quick like the flipping of lightswitch, but when she looked towards the darkness of night, she saw several flashes of red that disappeared as soon as they had appeared in front of her. “It...It’s just the head trauma. Nothing’s out there. Nothing’s out there. Nothing’s…”

Vivian’s train of thought was interrupted by something similar to a howl, only this time a black, shadowy claw with ten nails and tendril-like movements came into the light of the full moon.

And then came Vivian’s high-pitched scream!

L o c a t i o n • La k e s i d e I n t e r a c t i o n s • Emma @Rockette, Phoebe @TootsiePop

Much like everything happening at the party, Damien found himself also getting bored of just about everything. Whether it was from Ariana and the way she obviously looked at him or how Emma started to distance herself from the topic at hand, he was already getting bored. And when Damien Black was bored, it didn’t always mean that he would leave quietly but rather, a bored Damien meant trouble for anyone around him. He knew his sister was with him for whatever he would do (even if she didn’t like it). For her sake, of course, he never acted on his worse impulses. At the least, he would just get up, take his sister’s hand, and walk away from their corner and go back to the campus.

And that’s exactly what Damien tried to do. He stood up, helped Emma up, and wanted to walk away. Before he could do that, however, he was stopped by someone. Another woman with dark features and a nice face to look at, though it was clear she wasn’t nearly as uptight as Ariana was. Still not his type, but Damien couldn’t help but notice her regardless.

“Right,” Damien mouthed in a somewhat antisocial manner, but he looked to his sister and then back to the girl across from him. “Right. I’m Damien and this is my sister Emma.” This time he smiled. Not that Damien wanted to be a dick, but he had enough of the party and just wanted to leave, but there was also the matter of also wanting to see the end of the exciting scene of Ariana and Jonas.

Oh, the decisions he had to make. Maybe he should tackle the scene right in front of his very eyes.

“You probably missed the best part of Ariana Mossos getting rejected. It was truly a sight to see,” Damien noted, genuinely smiling and chuckling. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around much, Phoebe. Why is that--”

Just moments after speaking, Damien heard gut-wrenching screams that caught his attention. He wanted to say he recognized the sound, but maybe that was his past memories of people screaming in the name of his mother, Nyx and not in any recent memory. Either way, Damien looked around as he was sure everyone else had done as well.

After about ten seconds of scanning everywhere from the far side of the lakefront to every other direction possible, Damien not only heard the same screams from before, they were getting louder and louder and…

“Everyone Run! Run!!!!”

As Vivian Lucasta screamed her way into a sprint and came fast, Damien saw a familiar expression of pure terror. The only thing that matched his surprise on the way she frantically looked back, Vivian tumbled over, falling flat on her face and sliding a few feet. His eyes fell on her body for a brief moment and in that brief moment came a hoard of black and red, separating themselves into dozens upon dozens of shadowy, wolf-like creatures with piercing red eyes, ten-claw paws, and shadow tendrils all originating from their back.

And they soon surrounded the entirety of the party. Not a single exit was spotted.

“It seems we’re trapped.”

Damien sighed, watching the creatures let out their bloodthirsty howls.

“I guess we’re going to be forced to mingle a bit longer, Emma.”

Before long, Damien’s skin became as dark as the night, though only his arm and legs would become covered in a thick layer of his shadow skin. “Well, apologies Phoebe, but I guess our conversation will have to be put on hold. I’ll save you an hour tomorrow afternoon though ...given we survive the night, that is.”

Damien had only smiled, a battle pose being taken. “What a welcome back to school party this turned out to be.”

And then the creatures from all sides came to the Students of Olympus Academy.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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As soon as both of them were able and as soon as Sonny (much like just about everyone else) got the green light, he made the earliest beeline for the cafeteria, Marisol not far behind him. On top of the painfully embarrassing and uncomfortable assembly about what to and what not to do when faced with the “temptation of teenager desires”. That quote used was probably the most cringe thing Sonny has heard in his eighteen years of living on Planet Earth. And this was including how he often punned his own name with the classic breakfast drink of Sunny D.

As both of them made it to the cafeteria, even with a head start, they somehow didn’t make it in time to beat the younger students to the line. “You’d think being seniors, we would be awarded first dibs,” Sonny whined, turning a half turn to face Marisol, seeing she was texting someone. “Did you even hear me, dumb-dumb?” Sonny asked, snapping in Marisol’s face.

In reality, Marisol had been distracted all throughout the morning.

First, there was The Salem Thing. Ever since they’d parted ways the previous afternoon, Salem had been failing to respond to her messages. The girl had figured he’d been under the influence of guilt (that and she had her own pressing problems to deal with), so she thought nothing of it for the rest of the day. But when she’d woken the next morning to her phone showing no notifications from him, the green-eyed girl had started to worry. She’d been dead-set on talking to him before class, but of course, with her eternal lateness and their beloved faculty’s emergency assembly, that plan had gone to shit. So instead, she’d chosen to wait until after lunch to seek the boy out for a private conversation.

Then there was The Archer Thing. The second she’d shown up at the assembly with Sonny, Mari could feel the disappointment emanating from her best friend. No amount of suggestive comments and jokes could lift his spirits, and when the sex talk came up, the taller boy had stormed off without a word. Knowing Archer like she did, the brunette had a feeling that there was definitely more going on than him just being pissed at her rekindled friendship with Sonny. So after typing up a message asking him to meet her at work after school so they too could talk about what was happening, Mari had been hitting the Send button on her screen when Sonny’s fingers had been snapped on her face.

“Huh?” Marisol had mumbled distractedly, green eyes being ripped away from her phone screen and back to where a visibly annoyed Sonny was expectantly waiting for her answer. “Oh yeah, for real. Fucking gay.” she added, trying to sound like she’d been at least half-paying attention to what her best friend was saying as she placed her phone on her blazer pocket.

For the obvious reason of her clearly unable to peel her eyes away from that phone of hers, Sonny decided to test her. “If you did actually hear me, what did I say?” He asked her.

Marisol rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t know. I don't speak bitch,” she replied defiantly, shooting him a meaningful look before laughing and giving him a playful shove. “You're right: I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry. What were you saying?”

“Well, while you had your nose deep in that phone of yours, I was saying how you owe me fifty dollars for how much gas I wasted on your no-ass ass when we took the long way back to your house.” Of course, he was lying but how could he not take advantage of the moment?

The short girl let out a scoff, eyebrow raised at him. “Then I stand by what I just said: for real, fucking gay.”

“You know what’s really gay? You worrying Marco and getting yourself grounded for one night of kinky fuckery,” Sonny jokingly said, lightly shoving her back and giving her a grin.

Although she shouldn't be proud of how her parents ripped into her when she arrived home yesterday, there was no denying the ear-to-ear grin that spread across her small face when Sonny mentioned the reason why she’d earned herself two weeks of house arrest. The hickeys in her body were still clearly visible, and it had taken a fair amount of work for the tomboyish girl to master enough makeup skills to cover the one in her neck. And even now, it still had all been worth it.

“What can I say? It was a hell of a night of kinky fuckery,” Mari shot back, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted their conversation, and the brunette turned around in the direction of the sound. Without realizing it, she and Sonny had reached the beginning of the cafeteria line. And judging by the way the lunch lady was staring at them like they were two particularly nasty bugs, the girl assumed she'd heard the last bit of the conversation.

Marisol cleared her own throat in an attempt to suppress the giggle fit that threatened to overtake her. “Um, hey. Can I have two chili dogs and a side of fries, please?” she asked, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.

Amid the lunch order, Sonny couldn’t stop laughing and he made no attempt to hide it (much to the clear annoyance of the lunch lady). From how she was looking at him, Sonny knew he should stop cackling but he wouldn’t be him if he did, so he just kept it to a chuckle and turned away somewhat from her direct gaze. Though he only turned back around when it was his turn to order. “Yeah, same as her but make mine with curly fries.”

“Two hot dogs, Sonny? Jesus Christ, aren't you a greedy one today…” she taunted him suggestively, biting back snickers while the lunch lady gave them another revolted, disapproving glare. “You sure you can take them both?”

He knew exactly what she wanted to happen and Sonny was all-in. “I know it’ll be hella difficult, but who am I to turn down some red hot beef at a price. I’m no pussy.” As he spoke, a quick glance was made to the lunch lady, who seemed to be positively livid with the two of them. Almost as though she was about to jump over the counter and choke them both out in front of everyone behind them and at the surrounding tables.

“Alright, dude. Well, I hope you're stretched out real good, ‘cause they won't fit if you're not,” Mari added with a grin, pulling out a $20 from her skirt pocket and handing it over to their victim of the day.

She begrudgingly took it, handing Marisol her change of nine dollars and fifty cents. As the duo started to move down the line, they heard You two are going to hell” from under the lunch lady’s breath.

She thought she hid it well, but Sonny heard her loud and clear. And as he stopped for a brief moment, he looked back and smiled at her. “We were actually kicked out. Something about how we were too bad for hell,” he cheekily grinned before grabbing his tray and walking away, with Marisol following suit.

As soon as they were out of earshot, the girl let out a round of loud cackles that blended with the sounds of the busy cafeteria. “Did you see how she was glaring at us? Bet homegirl was strangling us in her head,” Mari said gleefully, softly elbowing Sonny’s arm while they took a seat at their designated table in the back of the room.

From where they sat, they could see anyone who’d enter or leave the cafeteria. It was the perfect place to be at so they could wave over anyone they wanted to or get an extra bit of time to sneak out should someone they didn’t want to see make their way inside, but given how things were now between not only Sonny and Marisol but Sonny with the remaining Misfits (those who would still talk to him, at least), Sonny had it in his mind that things were back to how they used to be before all of the shit that happened last month after Santiago’s party.

Sonny bit down on one of his chili dogs and stole one of Marisol’s regular fries. “So, how were things after I left you with your folks? How pissed were they?” Sonny asked, sipping on his chocolate milk like the degenerate that he was.

“Steal one of my fries again and I’ll stab your eye with my straw,” the girl growled before taking a big bite out of one of her own chili dogs and eventually answering the boy’s question. “Dad was cool for the most part. As soon as I walked through the door he gave me a hug so strong I felt he was going to squeeze my guts out. Mom... Mom was a different story...” Mari told Sonny, cringing at the memory of her livid mother standing in the middle of her bedroom the night before. “She was already upset at me disappearing, but when I let my guard down and she saw the hickey? She fucking flipped, man. Chewed me up and ripped me a new asshole. Said I was lucky Daddy wouldn’t survive without me if she strangled some sense into me like she wanted to do. Too bad we know something she doesn’t: strangling doesn't scare me. It turns me the fuck on,” she finished with a suggestive smirk, winking at her bestie before letting out a cackling laugh with Sonny not far off.

“Hey, what are you smirking at me for? I’m not the one who knows that side about you anymore.”

“But you did.”

As he fibbed through another sip of his milk carton, Sonny looked at her with every ounce of seriousness he could muster. And it was difficult for him because she was still looking at him with that same smirk that forced him to laugh from under that neutral expression that was currently on his face. He soon adjusted himself in his seat and not in the way where his hands went inside his pants. He stood up for the briefest of moments and sat back down when his uniform pants weren’t sticking to his boxers.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if your mom was the one leading the charge during that assembly that just happened. Y’know, given how she flipped out on you over the hickey.”

Marisol scoffed. “Mom’s not that crazy. I think it was just the shock of everything hitting her at once. I go from never even mentioning a guy to not showing up at home because I spent the night with one and then finally turning up all covered up in hickeys. Can’t really say I blame her, though. I would freak if I was in her position.”

“I guess so,” Sonny shrugged. “I mean, shouldn’t it matter that you made it home safe? I don’t really get the cause for worry. Not like you ended up dead in a ditch,” Sonny commented, clearly not seeing why Mrs. Castillo had made a big deal about Marisol’s hickey. People get them all the time. “Do you think she’s afraid Salem will corrupt her poor, innocent daughter?” He asked jokingly. It was even hard for him to keep a straight face when he used Salem’s name and corrupt in the same thought. “Yeah, scratch that. He wouldn’t be able to corrupt a fly even if he tried to.”

When Sonny mentioned Salem corrupting her, it took all of her willpower to simply press her lips together to avoid spilling the beans on how his statement was nothing short of accurate. Instead, she chose to divert the subject. “Mentioning Salem again, are we?” she teased, taking another bite of her chili dog. “I’m starting to think you might have a red-hot crush on my Italian beanstalk now.”

He immediately rolled his eyes at her comment. “As if I would lower my standards. If I were gonna go Team Sausage, I’d rather dig my claws into someone a little less wimpy like our Friendly Neighborhood Indian,” Sonny stated honestly.

“Van?” Mari said curiously, looking around for the Indian boy her friend was referring to. When she failed to locate him, Mar took a moment to observe his exotic, handsome features in her mind before saying, “Oh yeah, he's definitely a 10. And with that haircut? A solid motherfucking 100. Very nice choice, Son.”

“But, I have a bit of respect for Tall Italy, though. He got a few decent licks in. He’s the reason I have to wear this god awful thing for a couple more weeks,” he whined, pointing to the white nose brace on his face. “But if you ever tell him that, I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

Grinning, the girl put a fist over her heart. “Don’t worry, dipshit: cross my heart, hope to die. Another secret safe with me.”

Sonny gave her a rare smile, putting down his lunch and he simply had taken a moment to think about something. As he did, he contemplated dropping another bomb on her and not the kind of bomb she was probably hoping he’d drop on her. As much as Sonny wouldn’t mind doing that, he had thrown himself around mentally with this particular secret and now was good of a time as ever to tell someone.

“Well, I guess since we’re dropping secrets, I guess you can add another one to that. Ya know, I don’t just have my eye on the girls at the school.” Sonny felt so awkward trying to tell her. He had practiced how he would actually come out in his mind but being the kind of person that he was, it never made it past his own thoughts.

The young woman finished off her chili dog in one bite, making sure to chew slowly to buy herself some time and think about what she should say next. Even after knowing Sonny from the day they were born, his turn of events was certainly not one she’d been expecting in a million years.

“At this rate, the school should change its name from Kings Academy to Gays Academy. Seems like 80% of us are fucking fags these days,” Mari said with a chuckle, taking a sip of her soda while keeping her eyes on her best friend. Noticing how nervous Sonny looked, she placed a hand on top of his and locked her eyes on his, her tone surprisingly soft. “You know this doesn't change what I think of you, right? I've always been big on the whole ‘you love who you love’ mantra. So if pussy makes you happy, that's great. If dicks are your jam, then fucking fantastic. All you should give a damn about is if they make you happy or not. And the haters? They can suck our dicks and choke on ‘em.”

“Leave it to you to make light of my grand coming out. You do know I spent hours preparing a speech, right?” Sonny rolled his eyes, nudging Marisol in the arm. “But just to clarify, I’m not bi like most of these freaking normies. I mean, hey more power to them if they just want the dick or puss. I’m a new age: I’m a pansexual man who is apparently out.”

It still felt strange for Sonny to say it out loud. Not that he ever felt ashamed about it. He knew for a long ass time that he felt a type of way about both males and females and maybe, for a time, he felt he was bisexual. But it was the more he found himself thinking about it all that he was one of those people who cared more about the connection than just fucking. Sure, he enjoyed the act itself. He remembered his one time with Marisol being pretty fun, but that wouldn’t have happened had there not been a connection first. He wasn’t like Kavi or Santiago. Sonny couldn’t just put his dick in whoever seemed interested. Whether of hate or of something else entirely, there had to be something there.

“Watch it, dipshit: I'm one of those bisexual normies. Better put some respekt on my name,” she teased, poking him in the ribs with a finger. “What does pansexual even mean, though? Is it like this weird kink with pans and pots and kitchen utensils or whatever? Does this mean forks turn you on? Or is it spoons? Do you get a boner doing the dishes? Is the dishwasher the only porn you need?” she taunted. Hell, she could keep these dumb jokes up all day.

“You fucking idiot.” Again he rolled her eyes at her. “But if we’re using your analogy, basically it’s that plus there always having to be a burning fire of some sort giving it more than its general use. In other words, if I’m going to be with a pot or a pan, something else needs to be present than just the shiny kitchenware. Whether that’s a fire burning from beneath it, water inside it ready to boil, or food being prepared in it, it can’t just be there looking pretty.” Somehow, as he told her in the analogy she so gracefully used, Sonny himself couldn’t help but laugh how easy it was to tell her in that way.

“Fair enough.” The girl was quiet for a second, eyebrows knitted together as in deep in thought. Finally, she spoke up again. “So does this mean I can be the spatula to your skillet? Or is it the other way around?”

For the first time in a long time, Sonny was absolutely clueless and, by extension, speechless. “Hell if I know. This kitchenware talk isn’t exactly the clearest. All I know is I need a connection to bang a dude or a chick. A bit like you but I guess without the need of there to be a connection.” Or so Sonny was assuming. He knew things would be a lot simpler in the explanation of everything if his sexual desires were like Marisol’s. But alas, simplicity was a foreign concept to Sonny Drake.

“Chill, Son. I'm just fucking around with you,” Mari said with a laugh, patting her friend on the back. “I know what you mean: you need the blazing fire of a thousand suns to be present before you stick your dick into whoever you want. Got it.”

He hadn’t realized how worked up he had gotten. Maybe this meant more to him that he was willing to openly admit. Or maybe just talking about this shit made him feel weird inside. Either way, Sonny had explained what he needed to explain and Marisol being Marisol, took it and ran with it. That was more than he thought would happen and more he could ever ask for. So, instead of dragging it on and on, he would just drop it like a hot potato.

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I don't necessarily have a least favorite genre, but there are a few of them that I wholly suck writing for and it's why I choose not to do them. But, for the sake of doing it in order of how the question was written, I shall list my top three favorite genres to write for:

✔ High School Slice of Life
✔ Urban Fantasy
✔ Small Town Superhero mysteries

I feel like these three could be combined into one unique rp, but even when separate, I really enjoy writing these three genres because, a, it doesn't take much thought from me in the sense that I would be able to focus more on the plotting of character connections. Plus, when it comes down to it, I have more of an investment in these three genres than I do in the next three that I am about to list.

✘ Medieval Fantasy
✘ Sci-Fi
✘ Horror

Again, these aren't three genres that I don't like. I mean, I adore all three genres, but I completely suck at writing in these kinds of settings. I don't know if it's because I have little experience and I don't put myself out there or what. All I know is that my writing style is more in line for modern settings because I enjoy throwing in pop culture references into my writing and it's better to use them in a time where they are relevant than -- well when not. Also Horror and me just never have clicked writing-wise because I suck at using the right descriptors I would need to build suspense.