Mictlan93

Refuge of the Forgotten

Meditation is an practice of relaxation used across many religions, said to train the mind against many things. To steel the mind against much stronger forces. Adrian made use of this technique to mull over the happenings (and eventual happenings) of the day, regulate his heartbeat, find a temporary moment of peace and quiet, and to keep his urges at bay. Said urges usually stayed silent during the day, but loved coming out to play during meditation, where Adrian was most vulnerable. Sometimes, they had a tendency to rise to the surface in attempts to entice their host.

"Tell me a story, runt." The urges growled. "The one about boy who reduced the world to cinders. I've always love that one." Adrian was usually sure to not humor it. For the moment, he kept quiet, and focused on his meditation. It was all part of the process. The rumbling voice of his urges never took too kindly to being ignored. "I must say, I am quite surprised we haven't burned this place to the ground yet. How long has it been? Three years? Four? I'm surprised we haven't killed them all and moved on already. Cuz that's what you do, right? You move on." The urges let out a low, rolling chuckle. It wasn't anything new, nothing he hasn't heard before.

"You sound like a broken record." Adrian thought back. "Find some new material." His urges laughed back, much harder than before. "Fair enough. Tell me, why haven't you taken any of these arrogant kids down a peg? Or rather, taken any of them down permanently? These children could never take us. Could never take me." Adrian scoffed. "I'm sure they can, actually." He replied, aloud. "It's why i'm here in the first place. They keep me from turning into you. Well...some of them...at least." His urges would smirk if they had a physical face.

"Y'know what? You're right. Don't let any of these kids get under your skin, Adrian. I can come out for more than just a forest fire~" They warned. "And then, we can show them the true power of fire." Adrian decided to end his meditation on that note. He rose to his feet, smiling along the way. "Welp, i'll just be sure to never have that happen, then." He began on his way, pondering on what to do with the rest of his day. "Wonder when sparring'll start. Doubt Ephraim only had target practice planned for the day. Wonder who'll be leading the class today..." He thought, proceeding out of the grove.

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"Alright Sy, see ya around." Adrian smirked as the demigod took his leave. After a beat, the child of Agni rose to his feet. "And I think that's my cue to mosey on out. I'm getting behind on my meditating schedule. And no offense to you Mike, but I wasn't expecting to show up just now. And having too much people around me makes it hard to concentrate when i'm trying to reflect." He made for the exit, discarding what waste resulted from the offering. "I'm gonna go find a nice shady tree to sit under, here in the grove. Thanks again for the breakfast, Johnny! See you guys later!" He said, exiting.

Wonderful. He made his way through the grove, distancing himself as far as he could from the shrine. Once the sounds of the camp grew faint, he slowed his gait to a halt. He stopped at a plum tree and sat at its trunk. The tranquility of the area accented the warmth of the season amazingly. With only the natural ambiance of the grove to accompany him, Adrian took off his flip flops, crossed his legs, and began his mantra.

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"Yeah! He tried to play it off, y'know, how he always does. Put the foot in a cast made of ice, and hobbled off." Adrian replied with a chuckle. "And Vicki's just like "what a bitch!", right? Classic Vicki, no filter, doesn't give a fuck." He sighed and shook his head. "He really wants us to take him seriously, but it's so hard, y'know? Like, he does his whispery grim voice, and tries to be imposing, but with the dyed hair and the noodle-y arms, sometimes he just makes me wonder if he's ever being serious or not." Adrian added, reaching for an apple of his own.

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"Heyy Sy, morning!" Adrian greeted alongside Michael, showing a grin as he joined the three at the table. "Ey, didja hear? Vicki got into some shit with Riley on the target range. She shot 'im in the foot!" He recapped to the finnish god's child, with no lack of enthusiasm. "Granted, in her defense, the dude dropped lil' Rayon from like, a hundred feet out of the air and called it "training". Talk about your normal Monday morning, eh?" He added, discarding his orange peels before helping himself to more fruit. Adrian usually wasn't the one to gossip, but with these sort of shenanigans occurring almost daily, sometimes he couldn't help but chat somebody up about it.

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@Athoriel Simon confirmed for best smelling demigod.

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@Athoriel I can only wonder if Simon inherited his mother's signature scent...

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Adrian nodded in thanks as he received his own cup of tea. It was milder than he anticipated, but it was appreciated nonetheless. He looked on and listened as Michael explained his particular ordeal. "Righteous fury, huh? Like a Templar? I guess explains the weird digs. The rules must be a bit more flexible for him." As he took another long sip, Michael did his some of his own rambling, a spiel that gave a bit of insight on the kind of regard he held his heavenly father in. "He's devoted, at least." It made him take a brief thought about his own father. But he was quick to wave the thought away. The least he thought about Agni, the better.

"I like a good tea, do either of you like coffee?" Michael brought Adrian back to the present with a fairly trivial question. "Yeah, I'm down for either, really. Just depends on the time of day, for me..." As his reply trailed off, he helped himself to an orange, peeling it down slowly, as if in some form of introspection. "So uh...just wondering, but how fast does your uh, ghostly form travel? Like, from one place to another. Is it immediate, like teleportation? Or does it actually have to like, travel to its destination?" Adrian asked.

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@Blaze96

I'll wait for @Weird Tales post before I go again since I had some things for him to reply to.

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Adrian had expected Victoria to enter the room, and prepared to greet her in kind. Instead, the child of God Michael entered instead. As he apologized and helped himself to the fruit, Adrian could only shrug and join the two on the floor. He was gonna cross his legs for meditation anyway, he had no need for a chair. He wasn't planning on immediately starting his mantra, though. "I'm still kinda surprised you threw the first punch, Mike." Adrian addressed the boy, helping himself to a few of the figs on offer.

"I figured you'd be more pacifist than anything. Y'know, "he without sin cast the first stone" or something. Or maybe you can hit first because you're sinless...? Because you're a child of the holy trinity?" He was trying to figure out just how Michael worked as a both a person and a child of the "uppercase G" god.

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...And the situation heated back up again, just as it had managed to cool down. "Nope, I ain't getting involved with this one." Adrian groaned, keeping up with Johnny. "I'll let the child of God sort that out himself." He was kind of surprised Michael would instigate a fight like that. Adrian figured the boy would be almost entirely peaceful, given his usual disposition and...peculiar attire.

"If you are going to fight, please keep it out of the grove." Johnny mentioned, with Adrian agreeing. "Please, just keep it here on the range..." He sighed, and rubbed his temples. He continued to grumble as he followed Johnny into the massive gardens. "I knew I should've mediated before I left my room. This is what I get for trying to switch up my morning ritual." He sighed again.

As the two travelled to the center of the grove, Adrian could only look on as he watched Johnny admire the shrine of his father's. "Is this where you usually come to pray?" He lowered his voice, to pay some respect to the area. "It's peaceful enough, I could definitely reflect here. Lord knows I could use the peace and quiet."