December

Avatar: The Legend of Rosai

This still got room? Because this sounds hella fun.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Sebastian

Location: Sky Lakes Medical Center

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Interacting with: Cassandra Arvanitis @Caits, Xerxes Arvanitis, Miranda Burke @YoshiSkittlez, Syleste Vos @Vicier, Gage Brooks @BlackPanther

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The uncomfortable proximity to the angel resulted in a tight knot forming in Sebastian's gut, adding to the immense tightness in his chest. Despite his best efforts, his heart rate and breathing skyrocketed as the angel's hands touched his skin. Fight or flight insticts went haywire as every cell in his body screamed danger! Supernaturals were dangerous, they got people killed, and they caused shit tons of pain.

The rational part of the siren's brain informed him that Xerxes had always proven to be trustworthy in the past, and if he wanted Sebastian dead, the boy wouldn't have survived the first time he encountered the angel. If he remembered correctly, and if hearsay was a reliable source, angels could distinguish any species with ease. Therefore, he had no reason to be-

"Oh for fucks sake!" Sebastian's head snapped towards Miranda, his attention momentarily diverted from the unease he felt from being near another supernatural as power as Xerxes.

The woman was moving towards Syleste's bed, openly glowering at Gage. An obvious tension existed between the two, but Sebastian had been so preoccupied preparing to deafen the doctor in case of emergency that he hadn't noticed anything about what had transpired between his friends. Gage snapped at Miri, but she brushed it off in her nonchalant, go-fuck-yourself manner that Sebastian always admired. The younger siren giggled, holding her arms to her chest.

Sebastian cast his gaze warily back towards Xerxes, sizing him up as the doctor gaze instructions to him regarding his health. The comment about notifying his father sent a pang of worry through the boy's chest, but there was nothing he could do about it for the time being. Telling his father about the attack and his subsequent involvement meant telling his father that not only did people know that he was a siren, but that also his closest friends were now members of the same species that had slaughtered Sebastian's mother.

Assuming I'm right about who killed her.

Sebastian nodded his head, offering a weak smile to the angel standing beside his bed before breathing a sight of relief that Xerxes was done with him.

Xerxes moved through the room, picking up a clipboard and giving the others instructions as he went. Before he could get a word in edgewise, a ride home with Gage was orchestrated and sealed; there was no getting out of the very awkward car ride to follow. Sebastian hadn't even gotten the chance to talk to Syleste about her newfound heritage, or how they would progress moving forward, or how he could help her family through the process, or-

Be serene.

Letting his thoughts run wild wouldn't help anyone, and it would only cause a panic attack. Sebastian needed to be in control of himself and his emotions if he wanted to make everything run smoothly.

Nodding his head, Sebastian sat up and smiled. "Sounds good to me. I just need to get dressed real quick."

Getting out of bed was quite the process, as every movement on his legs was painful. Not excruciating, but painful nonetheless. Once he had successfully escaped the covers, Sebastian pulled the curtain around his bed closed, providing himself privacy to change. Due to the fact that his clothing had either been blood soaked or torn to shreds, the hospital had provided a new set of pants and a shirt to change into.

The siren quickly slipped out of the hospital gown and pulled on the new pair of clothing, scrunching up his nose as the cool air drifted across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. There wasn't a pair of shoes to change into, but Sebastian didn't care; it wasn't worth bringing up with Xerxes. The less he talked to him, the better.

Stepping out from behind the curtain, Sebastian nodded to Gage, motioning towards the door. "Let's hit the road. I'll text you guys later, Miri."

With that, Sebastian made his way out of the room, snagging a sprite as he went. The hospital corridor was awfully quiet, providing easy access to pick up on the low vibrations of Xerxes' voice as he gave instructions regarding the medical needs of Syleste and the paperwork for Sebastian. Something had spooked the angel, and that concerned Sebastian greatly, but he could only handle one issue at a time. Once the angel had left, Sebastian stepped up to Cassie right as she turned and spoke to someone hiding behind the corner of the corridor.

”So… that was my dad…“ Cassie smiled faintly at the mystery figure, earning a frown from Sebastian. She seemed rather uncomfortable, but that was probably due to the immense responsibility Xerxes had just dropped on her. ”I guess I have to go check on my friends… will you stay?”

"Uh, Cassie?" Sebastian pursed his lips, feeling awkward for intruding. "Your dad discharged me, and I just overheard that he asked you to tell my dad. I was just gonna see if..."

Sebastian trailed off as he stepped forward, catching sight of the stranger Cassie was talking with. Before the siren stood not just a man he didn't recognize, but also a work of art. Sebastian's eyes fluttered wildly between the man's deep green eyes, handsome features, lush hair, excellent jawline, and astounding body, unsure of which incredible feature to take in first. Viridian irises that captivated Sebastian's eyes lay over powerful cheekbones and tanned skin, holding Sebastian's attention for just a moment before the siren's eyes continued to wander, glancing over the man's well groomed hair, tall stance, and impressive physique. The fact that Cassie clearly had dibs was irrelevant as Sebastian took in the view, immensely grateful he was getting the opportunity.

Before he could say anything, the odd sound made by Sebastian's clothing as it rustled together reminded him that while the man in the front of him may look like a god on earth, Sebastian did not; from his disheveled hair to his bloodied and bruised features to the evident limp he possessed to his horrendous wardrobe, Sebastian couldn't hope to look even remotely appealing to the stranger Cassie had managed to pick up. Sebastian's voice finally escaped his lips, combining Sebastian's clear pleasure with the view to the disappointment he felt from realizing that Cassie probably had him wrapped around her finger by now with her striking features, as well as the embarrassment of wearing a glorified napkin for his first impression with the man.

"Well, fuck..."

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick Okay, sounds good!

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Well alright then! I honestly feel like an Alexis post would be best next.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@BlackPanther
That's okay, but please, let us know if you need a hand! I think Leo is waiting on Magnus, and probably Miri, Syl and Seb are waiting for Gage, and cody's waiting for Aron... so a lot to read and respond to, but why don't you do one at a time, to make it easier? It's what i do sometimes, particularly when there's a lot i need to respond to.

@Caits

Yeah I was in a rush to post for Seb but I do think it's kind of out of place without another Gage post. Take your time, @BlackPanther, there's no rush from me. :P

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick So where are we going from here?

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Hey, sorry, I found out that four of my tests landed on the same day (today). I'm almost done with studying, and I'm gonna be done with the tests by this evening. I'll have a post then!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Oh, I should probably throw up a Sebastian post, shouldn't I? I'll get one up by tonight or tomorrow night.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Winn Valentine

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Location: Cabin Five, Dionysus' Cabin
Interacting with: No one.

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The warm sunlight filtered lazily through the stained glass window of the Dionysus' cabin loft, softly illuminating the floating specks of dust as they wound their swirling paths through the air. Each speck twisted intricately around the others, heading on a collision course for another piece of dust before swooping elegantly out of the way, narrowly avoiding the demise of two noble specks of dust.

The warm sunlight slowly crept down the wall, illuminating the room inch by inch. As the sun rose, the beams slanted more and more downwards, eventually casting their warm embrace upon the bare skin of a drunken demigod. As the illumination shined directly onto his eyes, the boy let out a groan, rolling over as he threw an arm over his eyes, blocking out the sunlight. The faint remnants of a headache persisted from the night before, hinting that he should have been hungover.

A long sigh issued forth from his lips as Winn realized he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. If the sun was already shining on his bed, it meant it was at least past ten in the morning. The camp was no doubt buzzing with activity, from first-years cautiously avoiding the Ares' kids sparring matches to Nymphs and Satyrs dancing around the edges of the woods to the older demigods scaling the fierce heights of the obstacle tower. How was he possibly going to waste time sleeping when there was so much to be done?

With a groan and a hiccup, Winn bolted upright, looking wildly around the Dionysus' cabin in a fervor. The entire building was empty, as far as he could tell, but that didn't mean much; when one goes to bed at 7:30 in the morning after a wild night of partying and questionable activities and wakes up less than three hours later, they tend to have quite unreliable senses.

A large yawn escaped Winn's mouth before a shiver ran down his spine, reminding him that he wasn't covered by anything except for his underwear. The Dionysus' cabin always remained a cool, relaxing temperature, magically sustained through the entire year. Come rain, snow, or shine, the inside of his father's cabin was always the correct temperature. Assuming, of course, that one was wearing clothes.

Rolling out of his queen sized cot, Winn kicked the fluffy blankets off of his leg and stretched, soaking in the warmth of the golden rays peering in through the skylight. The cabin's interior was an odd mix between a tranquil setting and a frat house, mixing the quiet environment of soft, light woods and winding grapevines with the flaming illumination of orange flames contained in glass orbs. The cabin's greenery was capable of magically retracting to make more space in case of an impromptu party.

Winn snatched the clothes he had been wearing the day before and tossed them into a laundry hamper, grabbing a long sleeved dark green shirt out of dresser by his bed as he passed it. His bare feet made small slapping sounds as he walked down the stairs from the loft, pulling his shirt over his head as he descended. As he made his way towards the open kitchen in the cabin, Winn pulled at his sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows before rubbing his eyes sleepily. While most other campers would have gone for some coffee, or even caffeinated soda, Winn opened then fridge and extracted multiple bottles of alcohol, placing them on the wooden counter top as he went.

Once he had pulled various liquors and carbonated bases out of the refrigerator, the groggy demigod pulled a shaker from its place in the overhead cabinets, wincing slightly as the cabinet door closed with a loud crack. Even with his enhanced immune system and high liquor tolerance, he had only had a few hours to sober up from the massive amounts of wine and vodka he had consumed the previous night. By legal standards, Winn was drunk off his ass, but he had learned how to function semi-normally while under the influence, but that didn't stop a hangover's migraine from causing hell.

With half opened eyes, Winn found his way around the bottles, quickly mixing up an amber cocktail in the shaker, pouring it into a rather large wine glass he had pulled from the overhead storage racks. The golden liquor gurgling satisfyingly when it sluiced into the glass, making a small whirlpool as it filled the chalice.

Swishing the liquid around in the whine glass in one hand, Winn briefly considered drinking only one glass to wake him up. Alcohol to him was like a shot of pure adrenaline to others, invigorating his systems and bringing his brain to life. But just one glass wasn't gonna cut it.

"Fuck it." Winn murmured, throwing his head back and tilting the glass's contents into his mouth, not putting it back down until it was empty. The burning sensation of powerful alcohol tingled Winn's mouth and throat, causing him to hold a fist to his mouth and cough. No matter how much Winn drank, vodka was still vodka, and it would always remain the alcoholic equivalent of a kick in the balls.

With his mind now alive, the demigod grabbed a particularly old Grecian wine, which happened to be from the times of the Trojan war. After he had finished uncorking it and inhaling the wine's marvelous scent, he poured the solution into a large thermos, filling the container to the brim. After returning what remained of the different ingredients to their usual places, Winn grabbed the thermos and moved through the cabin, winding up sprawled out on one of the many couches, staring up at the skylights as he took sips of the ancient wine.

"Ten minutes," Winn told himself, taking another swig of alcohol as he realized his next statement was an absolute lie. "Ten more minutes, then I'll find some pants."

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

@Caits I'm gonna post in the next couple days!