forum Greek Mythology Roleplay, y'all

Started December 05, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Avery was walking the streets of Cobh, Ireland. The was always so much life and the colored house made the area unique. She had three more months until college started and her she was, miles from home just wondering around Ireland. It wasn't like she lost or anything, no she had a knack for catching onto languages. She just didn't want want to get tied down just yet. She knew what major she was going into and her top three colleges accepted her. Now all Avery had to do is choose one and continued down the path she had planned.

Sighing she was brought of her thoughts by a group of locals she met the day before. "Dia dhuit!" They said to her and she smiled while waving. She greeted them back in their native tongue before they pulled her into a conversation. Avery liked the locals here, they were always so nice to her.

April slowly blinked her eyes open and the world came into focus around her. She was lying on her back in a rotunda of white marble, gold sparkling at the edges of her vision. Springing to her feet, April grabbed her flute and extended it to its full size. “Where am I?” she demanded furiously, prepared for a fight. But her voice only echoed around the huge chamber. She was alone. At least, for now…

(I’mma just—)

After Weylar got away, he sighed in relief. It was hard being on the streets alone at night especially in a place where people should already be following laws.
He just kinda shrugged it off. That was not the best move as the moment he was distracted, a figure had tased him and made him faint.
He would soon wake up again on some sort of… roof. It looked like a dome. He sat up straight and fell down, hitting the marbled floors of what was beneath him.
He saw a pair of doors to which his instincts opened immediately. He looked inside to see a female holding… is that a giant flute?! He got out his pocket watch, just in case.
”Oi—“ he called out to the female figurine.

Frances wandered down the paved and empty alleyway, weaving through parked scooters and admiring the architecture of the buildings surrounding. Colourful, with their bright, yet faded shades of reds, blues, yellows and greens. It reminded her of an old love, a mere two months ago. Étienne, tired eyes, a hopeless smile, and brilliant colours covering his paint-stained clothes. But that was a lifetime ago, and he had moved on, thankfully.
Frances squinted her eyes at something moving atop of a building, not looking where she walked as she neared it, her heels against the pavement the only sound for miles. Out of sight- a figure grabbed sudden hold of her, covering her mouth with a cloth and dragging her out of the open. She struggled frantically against it- but the assailant's strength was too shocking to fight. Soon, her breath had slowed, and Frances was motionless.
A great ceiling of white and gold greeted her as she awoke, sitting up and jumping to her feet, the echo of her heels meeting the marble floor, returning to her in the endless room of grandness.

April turned around at the sound of a voice, holding her weapon out in front of her. “Did you bring me here? What is this place?” she called angrily, uncomfortably aware that every tremor of her voice could be heard by the other figure. They were too far away to make out any details, but she saw the glint of a weapon in their hand. Behind her, she heard the click of heels snapping against the floor.

Avery laughed and chatted with the locals. This was nice, being treated normal like nothing in her heritage could define her. Sometimes she wondered what people would say if she told the truth. If she told she was just not a normal grad student. That she could have so much more in life if she was willing to take it. They probably laugh at her or call her crazy. All things mystical was dubbed as a fairytale in this time. So she just laughs and pretends hoping that she will find a way to fight in physically and mentally.

Although soon a feeling of warning filled her. As if something was going to go wrong or an unpleasant situation was going to arise. Avery quickly excused herself as she walked in the direction of out of town. If she was going to be attacked it would be better to be away from the townsfolk. But then suddenly her vision was filled with white and the girl felt as if she was falling. This was not how she expected her day to go and dread the next few moments.

She felt the solid landing of ground against her back and opened her eyes. The first thing to great her was blinding gold on the roof and then the shouting of a few female voice. She quickly got to her feet and Avery scanned the area. She soon aught sight of other figures not to far from her but didn't make her presence known. The screaming girl was wielding a sword and Avery did not want to be on the other side of it.

There was a lot of screaming coming from the direction of his sister's house. Vic pursed his lips, wondering if he should go check it out or not. His sister didn't usually need help, but… he sighed. Better to be safe then sorry. And anyway, he was bored, and needed company.

He slung his jacket over his shoulder and went to investigate. As he neared, the air shimmered, as if hot. Thinking nothing of it, he moved through the mirage. He instantly regreted it. A splintering headache made him groan and clutch his head, clenching his eyes shut.

When he opened them, he was in a completely different place.

April held her flute-staff level and spun around slowly as more figures began to appear around her. “What’s going on?” she shouted. “Who are you people?” She felt a slight hum in the air, and call it intuition or whatever else you want, but she knew that this was a room filled with godly blood. And usually, rooms like that got very chaotic very quickly. Having at least a slight bit of experience with gods, she knew that this was a dangerous place to be.

Avery put her hands up defense as the girl began spin. She really did not want to go into combat with her as she seemed to know what she was doing with that staff. If worse came to worse, Avery would have to cast a stunning spell and she really did not want for it to come to worse. So talking it is. "Excuse me ma'am. I think we are all as confused as you. Or at least I am. So would you please put the staff down?"

Weylar nodded rapidly when the other girl started talking to calm the one with the staff down.
”I agree with what that girl’s saying. And uh… yeah, please put that staff down” he said, slipping his own weapon into his pocket. It helped that the ‘weapon’ was only the size of his palm.

“Alright. Ok, alright.” April shrank her staff back into its mortal form and tucked it into her backpack, still on high alert. “Do any of you know what this place even is?”

After Avery finished her statement, she kept the wary smile on her and her hands at shoulder fight. There were a few moments when spells crossed her mind but she was going to keep that until there was an actual attack. When another person spoke, she nodded in agreement with his words. Thankfully the girl put down the staff causing Avery to breath out in relief. Then the girl asked a question. “No. I don’t. I was just walking the streets of Ireland before being transported or whatever here.”