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Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location:Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood

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“Valid point but I think you would at least try to save me. You’d miss me, even if was just a wee bit,” he said to Kristen with a grin. Sure they weren’t the greatest of friends and it didn’t take much for Kristen to get Ezekiel riled up but they had gone on a quest together and they all made it back alive.
He nudged Bryan back and rolled his eyes before he sighed and drank some of his water.
”Alright alright, I’ll come play,” he said caving in. It would have been so much easier to turn down Bryan if he wasn’t annoyingly easy to like. He truly was the spitting image of their father. The sun itself and who didn’t like it when the sun smiled at them?
Ezekiel shoveled the rest of his food down as he watched campers finally pile in to eat. He would have to get a bit of a training session in today if he was going to be in any sort of fighting condition for the game this evening. Ezekiel was already planning his workout music playlist as he finished the remaining scraps of food on his plate.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Kitchen -- First Floor

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Antoinette turned to go and get some ice out of the freezer. She ignored Bethany’s comment but turned back with Carolina's. Controlling her? Antoinette's eyes widened, looking like a deer caught in headlights as she looked back at Bethany. Who had such power? Antoinette guessed that the commotion going on in the other rooms had something to do with this mind controlling person as well.
Her head was turned when Carolina punched Antoinette square in the gut. Her breath left her and she stumbled back. It was struggle to get a full breath in. Antoinette placed a bloodied hand on the refrigerator, hoping to keep her balance. As she worked to get her breathing back, she looked out the window. Night was descending upon them but the lights from the mansion lit enough for Antoinette to see shadows moving and fighting. She determined that it was Marygold and Wolverine fighting in the garden. Her eyes widened again and she looked at her friend. Which one of them was being controlled?
”Bethany, you have to stop, to fight this,” she breathed, looking back at the dark haired girl. The pain from her nose was causing her whole face to become numb and a dull headache was setting in. She wasn’t sure what she preferred. The sharp pain or the mind-numbing headache.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: Great Hall -- Wizard Tower
Skills:

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A wedding right now was the furthest thing from Cuyler’s mind at the moment but there he sat, behind his mother and next to two gods of his heritage. Not to mention the other five of that realm. He barely got to talk with his mother before they were seated. She was quiet, too quiet and he remembered her speaking on how those in love, when things ended between them she would be affected as well. He looked down at his hands, feeling a wash of guilt flow over him.
He didn’t get to brood for long and after hearing his name and pee in the same sentence his head snapped up and looked over at the fairy winged child from earlier. His face flushed and he attempted to sit taller, ignoring that statement. Thor was sitting beside his mother! What a first impression he was making. As his eyes roamed back to the gods around him, he caught Halley standing and going to speak with another god which he recognized as her father.
Her demeanor told Cuyler that she was nervous and he could see the sparkle on her cheeks from her crying. Cuyler stood and moved around Hecate, the Goddess of Magyk. He moved across the aisle to stand next to Halley. He simply remembered her from their first meeting and how she saved his friend. Even though his heart had been broken, rightfully so and Arya was completely done with him, there was still kindness and compassion within Cuyler that constantly battled with the rage in his soul.
”What’s wrong Halley?” The whole family of Banner’s seemed distressed and when Lance stood before disappearing he knew something was going on.

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Amarantha

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Location: Great Hall -- Wizards Tower
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As effortless as ever, Amarantha looked over ever single guest in the room before her while she had a small smile on her face. She listened to the royals beside her converse while surveying the room and picking a stray fabric from her clothes. Navi however had other plans and demanded her attention while she spoke of Cuyler.
”Yes I remember,” she assured Navi as she patted her little prodigy on the knee.
Amarantha was also very aware of the dragon and adder that sat just behind her seat. They were the people responsible for Puck’s death and in a roundabout way, the position she now held so proudly. She wanted to thank these people for ending the miserable man’s life but that would have to wait.
In front of her, one of the guests, Halley, if she remembered correctly, stood and walked over to another older man. She seemed quite distressed, mumbling about someone named Chthon, whoever that was. But the whole front row seemed to grow distressed. The man, Lance, stood and disappeared after a few parting words. A simple rase of her eyebrow was the only thing that showed Amarantha’s remote interest in the entire situation. She glanced around the room again, meeting a few of her guards eyes and they shifted into a more battle ready stance. Never a dull moment in this blasted place.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Wizards Tower -- The 20th Floor
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A sharp chill slid down Ahote’s spine as he looked at the man in front of them. His dark aura was nothing Ahote had ever seen. Death followed this man wherever he went. He shifted uncomfortably from the overwhelming power of it. A woman appeared behind that very man, informing them all that they were not welcome here. Ahote was surprised by his two companions and how straightforward they were with the entire situation. Ahote dug deep within himself, remaining silent. He would be a fool not to admit to his fear but Ahote wasn’t a runner either. The only way out of here would be a fight. Another woman appeared, telling the other woman to flee. She was here for a battle and clearly knew this man of darkness. A god of Chaos she called him. Ahote’s culture had a similar deity. A serpent that would cause the earth to rumble and break open whenever it moved but it was a man standing in front of him and not a serpent.
The Thunderbird totem he wore seemed to warm against his skin and he took great comfort in that sensation.
He looked over at Arnora and gave her a strong smile followed by a curt nod. He left his home to help people, to have an adventure and so far this land had proven to be quite the adventure for him. If today was to be his last he would do his father proud and take all that he learned today on the wind and whisper the tales into the ear of every elder and storyteller so that they might pass the stories along and strengthen his people.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location:Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood

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Ezekiel masked his face into slight disgust at his brother’s corn dog burning. Seriously. What god wanted a corn dog as a sacrifice? Surely they wanted gold or music or something more appealing. Like a steak.
He looked over at Kristen when she spoke up to his protest and he smirked.
”Dolphin’s are one of the most intelligent animals on the planet. Don’t mind that so much,” he said with a grin.
He walked back to his table with his brother, leaving Kristen to her own. He beamed with pride at the compliment his brother gave him. He didn’t think he was the best but he was definitely one of them. Ezekiel was dedicated to his job. More so than any fifteen year old should be.
”Keep that up and you might just talk me into it,” he half-joked. He ate the rest of his lunch happily.
No matter who led the camp in a game of capture the flag, it was always eventful and there were always a mountain of injuries. Yes, no matter what people needed the kids of Apollo. Needed Ezekiel and it made him feel good.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Kitchen -- First Floor

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Antoinette had just picked her float back up to finish it despite the worry she was feeling in regards to Dean and the others within the mansion. There was definitely something going on, a tension but it was unusual, tainted somehow. She was hoping the ice cream would clear her head, that was until she got slapped. There was a sickening crack followed by a crash of glass as Antoinette dropped her glass and clutched her nose.
Tears pricked her eyes and fell from the sudden pain. Blood soon bloomed on her hands for her nose was now broken and by her very best friend. Carolina seemed rather distraught over the whole thing. Like she wasn’t in control over what she did. Antoinette, crying and in more pain then she had ever been looked over at Bethany. The only other one in the room and with the power to move with shadows to get to another person.
”It’s okay Carolina… Owe…. I think I need some ice,” she said as her nose started to burn with the pain. She would get a black eye from this, possibly two.
The commotion in the other room was getting louder and Antoinette’s heart beat faster as the walls shook with impacts. Something was very, very wrong.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Library ---> Wizard Tower Courtyard
Skills: Water Manipulation; Enhanced Strength

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The silence was deafening. The silence was worse than her speaking to him, telling him things he didn’t want to hear, admit to. Cuyler wasn’t sure what he was expecting, what he was waiting for but when that necklace appeared in his hand, the final piece of his heart completely shattered. Not only had that necklace been a gift to her, a start to what they had advanced on, it had also been a symbol of their friendship, of how they had met and now, Arya was taking all that back by returning this necklace. He stared at it rather than her as she said goodbye to him and disappeared. Cuyler felt that familiar sparkle of Magyk being used as she used what was killing her to leave. And that, was probably the biggest slap in the face.
The room around him faded from his peripheral vision, all he saw was that necklace. It’s warmth fading as his hand began to shake. White noise filled his ears, a numbing buzz that could only be achieved when the body went into shock or the person was filled with such a rage that no sound could get through. Cuyler roared his unseen pain and dropped to his knees. Water shot out from his hands, from all around him and he completely decimated the library. If Cuyler never saw another book again, it would be too soon. Seeing red behind his tears, he crushed the necklace into powder. That task didn’t leave him unmarked though as it tore up his hand and he started to drip a steady stream of blood onto the floor. The pain was numbing, comforting. A reprieve of the heartache he was experiencing.
She would have never put him first, she would never be able to set her duty, her birthright aside and why should she? Cuyler was following his own birthright now. He stood, his face a mask over the pain even though hot, tears still fell from his face. She owed him nothing and he owed her everything but it was meaningless now. Everything here was meaningless now. Cuyler turned and walked out of the library. He left a bloody handprint on the door but he didn’t even register it or the guards yelling as he left a trail of blood down the hallway and out of the Palace. He followed where his feet carried him, merely a passenger in his own body.
He reached Wizard’s Tower, the former beacon of his heart but he wasn’t here for her. He was here for his mother and for his extended family. Once he found Klara he would speak to her, beg her to take him with her. To leave this place so he didn’t have to see the white stone of the tower any longer. So he didn’t have to go to The Land of Lost Nights and feel the death that followed him every time he stepped onto that grey shore.
Cuyler stepped into the courtyard, the tears finally stopping although the blood from his hand still flowed. He didn’t even feel it, didn’t even feel the remote dizziness of blood loss. That loss wasn’t even comparable.

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Amarantha

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Location: Wizards Tower
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Amarantha moved around the perimeter of the room where the ceremony would be held. There was a buzz of noise as people spoke up the upcoming wedding and what the bride would be wearing, what kind of vows they would be doing. It was all drivel to her. She kept her ears perked though to any mention of sabotage or danger of any kind. Her guards remained vigilant and the former Deputy Hunter walked with pride. She was a good leader, far better than the midget man she used to have to follow, to answer his calls. For anything.
She stood where the bride and groom would soon stand and watched the room, a twinkle in her eye and a hidden smile on her lips. Part of her wanted something to happen tonight so she could show off her skill and those of her men and woman. Her hands twitched at her side, sliding over the hidden knives she had strapped to her body. Whatever this night held, it would be memorable regardless.

Back at the Palace Boat Launch, Titan stepped forward, having heard Mryus’s inquiry.
“My commander has already left to see to the security of the wedding and yes, Lennox will be at your side as will I your majesty,” he addressed formerly. He didn’t bow though, remaining on guard even while speaking to his charges. “If you do wish to attend the wedding, then we should move.” His eyes flicked over to the sun as it started to set before he looked back at the royals.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Wizards Tower -- The 21st Floor
Skills:

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Ahote walked into the building after the others, having grabbed the young Wizard and carried him effortlessly into the room. He took in his surroundings, finding an odd comfort in this place. He smiled a little and looked down at the wizard in his arms before he heard the inviting presence of a fire down the spiraling staircase.
”Let’s get him to that fire and then try and find a healer,” he said. Ahote wasn’t sure if anyone would be to get that mark off his face but he would try to find someone for the young man. At the very least the man needed to be set down and given time to rest from the trauma of the afternoon.
He followed the smooth stairs and set him down in a chair by that fire. Ahote then looked around the room, looking for another door and listening to any sound of nearby life that he could perhaps question for assistance.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location:Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood

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Ezekiel waved his brother’s concern off and moved to grab a plate of food before settling down to eat some.
”Maybe using that overworked statement will get me out of Capture the Flag, hmm?” He sipped his water and took a bite of his food. His eyes wandered while he ate, taking in the students who were shuffling in and out of the dining pavilion. It seemed that this place was the epicenter. Everyone came here to well, eat and then relax or catch up with friends before they split off around the camp.
He looked over the table for Athena’s kids and spotted Kristin’s blonde head. Which was saying something since they all seemed to have blonde hair. He smirked, remembering their quest and then she stood, going over to the brazier to make the sacrifice. Ezekiel cursed. He was always forgetting that bit. He grabbed a chunk of his meat and got up to go toss it in.
”You’d think we wouldn’t have to do this anymore. Surely they’d want something different for a sacrifice in this modern age,” he said to his half-brother Bryan upon returning to the table.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: The Kitchen -- First Floor

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Antoinette finished her float while they waited for Lance’s return text. In the next room though there was a lot of shouting and then a loud crash, like glass breaking. They all heard it but Dean was the only one to move. He didn’t give many parting words, saying he would consider this movie if Lance was okay with it and before he was gone. Something flashed through Antoinette and her stomach turned uncomfortably. She recognized the feeling as her purple eye brightened in colour. She watched Dean race from the room before looking at Carolina.
”Something’s wrong with Dean,” she said firmly. In fact there was a heavy setting over the whole school now.
Antoinette’s phone chimed and she looked down at Lance’s response.
”He’s fine with it,” she said but was far less excited in the moment. Antoinette watched the door, unsure if she wanted to venture out of the kitchen now.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Library
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Cuyler’s eyes remained on Arya, even as Rowland moved to leave them. The two of them remained and he watched Arya as she began to pace and speak. Tears made tracks down Cuyler’s eyes as he listened to her correct him. A brief flicker of rage flowed through Cuyler at her observation of him putting status above them. Did she honestly think that was the statement he was making? Arya was far out of his league, even now he believed that. No, when Cuyler made that statement he was referring to the control he needed to learn so he didn’t harm her again, like he had before and right now, Cuyler was getting dangerously close to losing control as wave after wave of emotion crashed through him.
Then there was this vow she made to the Castle. To put it's people above her and everything she ever desired. Well, Cuyler wasn't part of the Castle or the people here and if Arya was stating she was putting herself second, then didn't Cuyler still fall into that category? Or was he even lower still.
”Perhaps a Wizard who understands this vow would be better suited to you as well,” Cuyler pushed out. His chest started to burn and become heavy with the words he just spoke out loud, words he had confirmed Arya had said. His throat tightened as he struggled to breathe around the breaking of his own heart. Even the death of his family, of his village wasn’t this devastating.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Palace Boat Launch ---> Wizards Tower
Skills:

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Amarantha smiled, pleased to hear Myrus accepting of Lennox and Luna’s assurance of the discussion they had had earlier in regards to the Prince’s safety. The Prince then turned to Amarantha and asked for a private moment with his sister. He seemed in good spirits though and Amarantha nodded, backing off just as the Prince leaned in to whisper to his sister. It must be some secret for even Amarantha couldn’t hear a thing the Prince said.
She looked at Lennox and nodded for him to return to his post. With the Prince now guarded and Luna with her guard, Amarantha left. She took to the Palace halls, nodding to servants as she passed and reminded the guards to be diligent as she passed them back onto the streets of the Castle. She maneuvered through the growing crowd with ease, listening for anything amiss as she made her way to the Tower for the wedding. Once at the tower she made her rounds to all on guard, confirming their positions and their readiness for the wedding and what distractions may befall them from having so many people in one place.

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Ahote Proudstar

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Location: Snake Slipway ---> Wizards Tower
Skills: Enhanced Condition

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The Castle opened up below them as they flew and Ahote drank everything in. He held onto the talon’s of Grim’s dragon though, a slight fear of being dropped but he didn’t let that stop him from looking around. With his enhanced sight, everything looked more brillant from up here. The adrenaline coursing through Ahote at the moment most likely helped that as well. They started to slow and Ahote realized that the dragon was about to land. He gripped tighter, worried he was about to be stood on but Grimspound released Ahote expertently onto his feet. He let out a heavy breath, feeling much better with his feet firmly planted on the ground. Grims shifted back and fixed his appearance while Arnora made comment on his holding back. Ahote had to agree with the woman as he ran a hand through his own hair, using his fingers to take some of the tangle out.
Ahote looked around them. Now how would they get down from the top of the building. He noted the sealed window as their only means of exit. Well, Ahote could help with that, hopefully there would be a near enough floor on the other side of that window. Arnora walked over to him then and inquired about his well-being. He looked over and smiled at the woman with a nod.
”As invigorating as that new form of transportation was, I feel much more comfortable being on the ground,” he said and looked over at the wizard they had just saved. ”We should get him some help.” Ahote moved away from Arnora to the window. He looked around the well enforced window, looking for a hold in which he could grab onto and pull. Rolling his shoulders back, Ahote grabbed onto the framing and pulled, the force of which caused the window to shatter.
Although Ahote was covered in glass shards and cut multiple times, it mattered little as within seconds he healed completely. As the cuts sealed over though he felt a bit, off. Not in such a bad way but the Magyk from the window seemed to tingle up his bloodstream and through his body. Not sure what to make of it, Ahote brushed some of the glass away so they wouldn’t cut themselves before he stepped back and looked at Arnora.
”Après vous,” he said, waving Arnora forward. He moved back to the Wizard in order to help him into the building.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location:Medical Tent near the Training Grounds ---> Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood

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Ezekiel was at the point of sleep when all the sounds around him grew loud before dropping off into silence as sleep would claim him. Too bad though because at that same time, Bryan came in and popped a plastic bag or some other gods awful contraption. Ezekiel’s eyes flew open and he twisted to stand, cursed and fell out of his chair. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked up at Bryan and shot a glare at his cabin counselor. He suddenly felt like an irritable child who didn’t nearly get enough sleep.
”I don’t think getting a heart attack counts as taking a break. Thanks for that.” Ezekiel pushed himself to his feet and pushed Bryan after a second’s hesitation. He was smirking though at his friend. Bryan was a hard ass when he needed to be but he was a jokester and the best kind of friend to have. He groaned at the reminder of Capture the Flag.
”I guess I could go for some food. Care to join?” Bryan ruffled Ezekiel’s hair and nodded. The pair of them waltzed out of the tent and headed down a familiar path to the dining pavilion, talking about the upcoming game as well as healing techniques and music.
Ezekiel wasn’t a huge fan of capture the flag. He often volunteered to sit on the sidelines and help with the injuries. There were always injuries and quite a few serious ones that needed attention immediately during any of the games.
Upon entering the pavilion, Ezekiel yawned and stretched before trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. That attempted nap in the chair was probably a bad idea. He was more tired now than he was before he sat down.