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Post by Quinn Tempest on Sept 30, 2012 15:45:38 GMT -5
"Stand down, Giotto," her voice was cool, crisp, and firmly authoritative. The body guard stepped back reluctantly, lowering his gun- a weapon ineffective to this monster before them. Quinn calmly wrapped her fingers around her wrist delicately, covering the tattoo of storm clouds around her wrist. A blue and gray bow shimmered to life, strung on her shoulder. She slipped it free, holding it out before her as the hellhound sprang forward.
The daughter of Poseidon immediately flipped to the side, springing off of one hand and landing upright in a kneeling position. She slid to a stop on the grass, aiming her bow at the snarling beast. All around her, the grass wilted, turning an ugly brown. Water droplets connected, forming the shape of a razor-tipped arrow in her already drawn bowstring. The tug in her gut lessened as the shape froze into a crystalline clear arrow, and she set it free.
The hellhound was dust, and Quinn Tempest stood, her bow disappearing into the air by evaporation. "Go now, Giotto, before more arrive," she told her guard calmly, eyeing the black car, "I do not want Donatello worrying because of your slow return." With a salute, the man in the suit had gone back into the car and driven away. The blonde girl pulled up her suitcase and a duffel bag, and headed towards the bridge, or supposed entrance. This border that the monsters could not cross only seemed to make them eager. They were pretty much waiting for Quinn when she had arrived. She hadn't expected such a warm welcome.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 30, 2012 18:24:51 GMT -5
Pyre had been on a walk - a habit which seemed to increase with the death of Max - when he saw a new face. He had neared the Black Bridge that crossed Silver Creek - the Academy's namesake - when he noticed her.
The girl seemed average in every way: height; physique; gait. She carried a duffel bag and pulled behind her a suitcase, meaning she had probably been brought here by a car. He heard the soft purr of an engine as it drove into the distance, catching sight of a black chrome shine as it turned around the bend. He had missed the skirmish between her and the hellhound, instead knowing nothing of her capabilities or lineage.
He figured as she was obviously new, he might as well give her a warm welcome. She could prove to be a friend or even a daughter of a minor god. Detouring away from his usual route, he made his way out toward the bridge, hands in his jacket pockets, hood down letting the autumn breeze ruffle his hair, slightly.
"Hello," he smiled, kindly, though he felt no real joy in meeting a new person. He hadn't felt much happiness since that night about a week before when he encountered the son of Hades. "Welcome to Silver Creek!"
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Sept 30, 2012 19:20:54 GMT -5
The girl stopped halfway across the bridge. A sound made her hold up her arm in preparation for another attack. The pattern of stormy waves and clouds in a ring across her wrist showed plainly. Seeing that it was just a regular boy- as regular as a demigod could be- she tucked her hand away to avoid his suspicion of her tattoo. The mark of the Camorra wasn't too recognizable. Not many people understood that they existed everywhere.
"So now they send someone," Quinn huffed, raising a brow and pulling her suitcase forward again. She stopped two feet in front of the Minor Gods Dorm leader. Her gray-blue eyes scanned up and then down, like she was sizing him up in terms of how skilled he was. Anyone would be uncomfortable by her obvious confidence in herself, like everyone was inferior to her. "I am enrolling today. My name is Quinn Tempest, and I am to report to the Poseidon Dorm. There won't be any monsters there, yes? It's better to get attacked on the border than in campus. I don't think Giotto enjoyed the run-in." Her voice was icy, yet formal. An Italian accent could be picked out easily from her words.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 30, 2012 20:45:14 GMT -5
Pyre grinned, sheepishly. "Well, we usually don't need to send anyone out. There's never any trouble in the few steps between the road and the border," he said, laughing. "I was just out walking when I saw you," the son of Zephyrus admitted. "People usually just stroll in and let the headmaster know they've arrived - a bit unorganized but specific dates of arrival are tough to keep if monsters are following you. And if they aren't and you arrive on time, what are the chances of them attacking for the first time right at the border? Pretty small, in my opinion."
Feeling as if he's rambled on enough, he stopped himself. "Need any help? I can show you around," he offered, introducing himself. "My name's Pyralis Demos, though most people just call me Pyre. I'm the Minor Gods Dorm Leader. I can show you right to your dorm - I'm friends with your Dorm Leader, Garret."
While Pyre was keeping a happy expression throughout the conversation, he had been wondering about Garret since the moment she mentioned belonging to the Poseidon Dorm. Would he be able to handle a roommate? He'd always been alone, before - the Poseidon Dorm was where Pyre, Garret, and Max always met to hang out since no one would bother them, there. Now, Garret would have to deal with a sister to look after as well as his emotional problems.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Sept 30, 2012 23:31:25 GMT -5
She raised a brow at his words. Once he started, he didn't seem to stop. Quinn resisted the urge to hold up her watch and count the seconds before him as he went on and on about the campus. Donatello, her mafia general and adoptive father, hadn't trusted the school. He had gone through some hacking and research to understand if it was suitable for her. She didn't want to start off the day making a new enemy, so she made the decision not to do everything in her power to irritate this guy.
Turned out "this guy" was a Dorm Leader. She quickly learned his name and ethereal parent. At his offer for assistance, she nodded, "Yes, I would appreciate your help." Her expression was stoic to the point where some would have thought otherwise. She wasn't that great with being nice, though being polite was a whole different matter. Anyone could be stiffly polite. At the mention of her Dorm Leader, the daughter of Poseidon seemed to take sudden interest, whether that was a good or a bad thing, only time could tell. "I have a brother?" she asked with a raised brow in inquiry. She was a loner, hardly ever conversing with another. She hoped her half-sibling would not be the chatty kind. She wouldn't be able to hold off her temper today if that was the case. She tended to snap out at those who spoke excessively. Today was not an exception, especially since the day wasn't going so hot for her at the moment.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 1, 2012 19:15:24 GMT -5
Pyre grinned, motioning with his hand for the girl to follow. "I suppose I'll show you straight to your dorm, then, since the headmaster was supposed to know you were coming," he decided, aloud, beginning to walk toward the Dormitories. "It'd be a lot easier than carrying your luggage around, everywhere." Realizing a flaw in his usual I'm-so-happy guise, he turned, smiling. "Speaking of luggage, you need help carrying your's?" He wasn't sure just how heavy the bags were, thus he figured he might as well offer his help, though the girl to this point seemed rather self-dependent and possibly a bit prideful.
At Quinn's question, Pyre grinned. Always the best part of showing a new student around - letting them know they weren't alone. "Yep," he replied, "Garret Williams - Son of Poseidon and Dorm Leader. He's pretty easy to get along with, no need to worry." Of course, Pyre was worrying... for Garret's sake. The pressure of a sibling would be tough on him, no doubt.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 2, 2012 13:21:37 GMT -5
She raised a brow, eyeing as Pyre seemed to remember something, and turn to offer her help with her bags. She slipped the duffel to him and continued to study his expression. He seemed like an optimist, yet there was a sign that something was bothering him.
The daughter of Poseidon tightened her grip on her luggage. She wasn't worried about getting along with him. She was worried about him getting along with her. She had been described before as impossible to work with, and she was too prideful to change herself. No, Quinn was the Tempest. She blew around where she wanted. She could be quite unpredictable.
And right now, Quinn was bothered by Pyre. His smile was just a mask to hide his true feelings. She knew masks too well because she had put many on herself to pretend, and she had seen through many trained men that lied to her. "Did something happen?" Quinn asked the Dorm Leader without any particular subtlety. She never really took feelings into consideration. She was simply curious and often just pointed something out when she felt it was for the person's own good. "If you don't feel cheerful, then stop smiling. It's taxing when you try your best to pretend, you know."
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 2, 2012 18:48:36 GMT -5
Pyre took the duffel bag, grinning, though he wasn't too thrilled about carrying around some random girl's bag of clothes. He continued walking without a word when the question came. It seemed innocent enough; blunt, but innocent. 'Did something happen?' Well, what didn't happen, here?
"A friend died a little while ago," he explained, all happiness leaving his face. His eyes were cold with hatred toward the son of Hades that attacked. Because the Fates ordered it. That's what he had claimed to be his excuse. The murderer claimed the Fates had intervened and ordered an execution, sending a demigod to carry out the dirty work.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 2, 2012 20:22:38 GMT -5
There we go. That was more like it. At her words, his smile vanished quickly in the mood's sudden heaviness. "Ah," she whispered, understanding the feeling, "I'm sorry." As a demigod, she attracted plenty of monsters. She had some guards of hers die n her arms before, but her most loyal one, Niccolo, whom had watched her grown up since her adoption in Italy and had done her training, was the first of the many to go. It was with her first encounter with monsters. Those monsters were gone now.
Quinn had never had many friends, so a Niccolo was like a form of an older brother to her. He did most of her training and education. She doubted she understood what the death of a friend around the same age as her that she could "hang out" with would be like, but she understood the death of someone important. Even now, she believed his passing to be her fault. After all, she was the one who had attracted the monsters.
"So this place actually isn't that safe, is it?"
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 2, 2012 21:59:27 GMT -5
Pyre nodded, solemnly, at Quinn's sympathy. He did not need it - it would be better given to her older brother who was suffering much more than he - but it was very much appreciated. Max had been his friend for years. In fact, when one pictured Pyre with a group of friends, Max and Garret would always be right by his side, laughing along with every joke. The three were inseparable... until now.
Safe. Was the Academy truly safe? If a demigod like Shade existed, how many others were there who sought to kill? Surely, he wasn't the only one. There were other traitors, weren't there? "Monsters can't get passed the Black Bridge - the one you crossed, earlier," he replied, coldly. "Traitorous sons of Hades, though... well, apparently, they have full range." Pyre was bitter toward Shade and would be sure to kill him if he ever crossed his path, again. He would have just let Garret get it over with, but murder, even as retribution, isn't exactly a great way to get to Elysium and he would never damn his friend to an eternity of torture in the Fields of Punishment.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 3, 2012 17:13:59 GMT -5
Quinn was thrown into whirling revelations as she listened to Pyre. A demigod traitor? How had they not caught him? Were they simply caught off-guard? Had they known him? She didn't want to dwell too much on the subject. She would just be rubbing salt over open wounds. If she crossed paths with this son of Hades, she would show no mercy. Demigods weren't supposed to kill each other. The fact that there were others like her gave her a sense of security. She thought the demigods would help each other out because they knew what every single one of them went through. To kill another demigod...was quite literally slaying your family.
"Was this the first time for you?" First time for someone to die, that is. If it was, then the experience must have been horrible. The first times were the times you remembered the best. No one could escape death, but it was indeed horrible to watch. And then, the most inevitable question, "Do you think he will be back?" Instinctively, she wrapped her hand around her wrist, the outline of her bow appearing on her shoulder, though she did not will it to appear fully. She stopped, tucking her hand away again and resumed pulling her luggage behind Pyre.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 3, 2012 23:16:46 GMT -5
A traitor - that's how Pyre viewed the son of Hades. While he only knew of Shade from what he'd seen, he was a traitor, nonetheless. He betrayed the entire demigod population in killing Max and he sought to avenge her death.
He did not notice the bow as it began to materialize and glanced backward with cold eyes only after it had disappeared, again. 'Was it the first time for you?' Pyre didn't answer this question. Not only was it not the first, but he was responsible for the first. Was he about to explain this to a new student? Of course not - it's not a great way to earn trust, exactly. His expression revealed, however, that it was, indeed, not the first for him. Every now and then, a student would die. Maybe they'd wander off school grounds or maybe they'd be targeted during break when they were visiting family. He was friends with some of them but none struck him harder than the first and most recent deaths of his friends.
"He won't be back," he replied after a while. "And if he does, the entire school will be waiting for him - everyone loved Max, he killed a friend to us all and he'll pay for it."
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 4, 2012 20:49:25 GMT -5
Quinn decided not to press any further with her question after it went unanswered. Instead, she just thought about the training facility- where she would go right after she settled in and had the time. School had never been too important in her mind, other than education on physical training and whatnot.
"So if he's not from this Academy...are there others like him?" Rogue demigods that barged in to kill other demigods. She couldn't imagine it. It was a thought that made her blood run hot line melted iron. She would be ready to fight those people.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 7, 2012 20:31:19 GMT -5
Pyre glanced back, slowing his pace to match Quinn's. "I'm not sure," he replied with a shrug. "I would assume he isn't unique but he was the only demigod I'd ever heard of to kill another since ancient times when demigods didn't have loyalties to anyone but their kings." He really didn't want to talk about Shade, anymore, but the boy honestly didn't have any other subject to change to. "So, where are you from?" he asked, desperately, though it showed only slightly in his tone.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 10, 2012 18:10:24 GMT -5
Quinn nodded at Pyre's observation of the Hades child. "And I as well. I have never heard of a rogue demigod slaying another- other than in wars, but that doesn't count, does it?" she asked with the wisp of a smile, "No one is spared in a war." But for some reason, that put a terrible thought in her mind that she didn't want to put out for Pyre to answer. Was a war coming? Had there ever been wars? Maybe his sudden appearance and murdering had something like a foreshadowing.
She pushed the thought away, not wanting to dwell on the subject and foul their conversation any further. She knew that Pyre was trying to better the topic as well when he asked for her origin. "Naples, Italy. I moved into Massachusetts before I discovered...what I was and came here."
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