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PAPER FACES ON PARADE; MASQUERADE BALL ALL WELCOME
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SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC
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A note was posted to the walls on all major bulletin boards as well as the founders went over it with their houses. A dance, a get together in better terms so that the school can better know each other and begin forming the unity it needed. Of course such ideas were coming from the Lapin founder. While Sam was all for unity his first priority was his own house after everything else would follow. However, as for his job he was charged with the inner and outer workings of the school. Sam was suppose to make sure everything was running smoothly. He was the liaison to the outside world with organizations, boards, law, and any state residences. Sam used his wealth and connections to established lines that were easily accessible now. On top of this, his math classes for all students, and of course his house and their teachings that would come with their powers. Now a dance? Great.<p>

An email followed the notes and announcements. Each student was allowed a favorable fund to buy a costume and accessories for the upcoming dance online. Of course Argos students tapped out their fund while most Ilium students barely spent any. It was to be in celebration of Halloween and set be a masquerade ball. Eadric Industries sprung the bill for all the decorations as well as Sam hired a team to set up the dinning hall to fit such an event. Rising stages, elaborate chandlers, and curtains to be placed. An orchestra was posted for the event as well as a separate DJ. Sam was informed the children may not like the masquerade quite so life like. He agreed. Tables and chairs were sent to the edge of the dinning hall and a buffet would be present for food. Now it was the moment to strike up the band, get dressed, and find a mask. It was time for the ball:<p>

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Samael stood up on the stage his fellow founders behind him each more elegant then the last. Of course the last being the Argos founder, Sam couldn’t see anyone out doing her for such an event. Though, that was a slightly bias opinion. <p>

“Welcome students, this is the first time we’ve all been gathered in one room. Each of you have met and by now worked with your founder. Now, we’d like you to meet and know each other if you haven’t already had the chance to do so outside your house. Please enjoy yourself, have fun…but not too much. We’ll be walking around ourselves. This is a night of celebration, welcome to Delphi and Happy Halloween.” With that Sam stepped off and moved back with the founders.

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Custom dictated that she must show up to the dance in question. She had no one to go with. That didn’t bother her. She was also missing an opportune chance to solve and prove number 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, and 23 of Hilbert’s 23 unsolvable problems. This did bother her. She was wasting valuable time on a masquerade ball, which wasn’t even being held at the right season, she might add, considering they were festivals to celebrate Carnival in the 15th century, which, as most people knew, was the time before Lent when people were allowed to engage in all manner of debacle and orgiastic activities before they were to pledge themselves to God. Seeing as how Sofia was not Catholic, despite her mother’s lamenting, or keen on engaging in orgiastic rites to usher in the eventual advent of fertility, she had no idea why she was here and why she was going in the first place.

<p>It wasn’t until one of her roommates told her it was a social custom that was to be observed by the populace that she reluctantly agreed to go. It also gave her a chance to study nonlinear delay differential equations involving population growth, at the very least. Or just how other teenagers rubbed up against each other in mock mating rituals disguised as “good old fashioned fun.” Despite cultural norms, Sofia was not intent on having some male, or female, rub on her waist and groin areas while making idly chit chat about how the party was, how she was a good dancer, etc.

<p>Yes, she knew she was a good dancer. She had a Quinceañera. She had to learn various waltzes designed to prepare her for entering society as a marriageable woman in Spanish colonial Mexico. Wee.

<p>Nevertheless, the part she didn’t have to worry about and thus didn’t lament was having to use her ability to quickly give her a few stacks of money. One of the headmasters, CEO Samael Eadric, had doled out a sizable amount to each student in order to buy a suitable masquerade ball gown. Normally her mother bought all her gowns for her but, considering she was not here, Sofia was left on her lonesome to pick something out. Eventually, she settled on the steampunk genre of clothing. She quite liked it. The whimsy of such a subculture was satisfying enough to impersonate for one night, even thought the corset felt like it was destroying her rib cage. Indeed, that was one of the side effects of such outfits. Rib and organ crushing. Again, only one night. She supposed it wasn’t too much to ask.

<p>Sofia was somewhere near the back while CEO Samael Eadric made a speech designed to get everyone in the mood for whimsy and magic and all that hullabaloo. Sofia was glad she’d cut the tips off of her gloves. It gave her the chance to run through Hilbert’s unsolvable equations.

<p>The festivities, as she suspected, didn’t really go off with a bang. For one, this was a group of new teenagers being thrown together and told to dance. Social norms made this awkward for most. The person who immediately started dancing ran the risk of looking too enthusiastic. Most people wanted the cool and collected veneer found on shows like Gossip Girl, to peruse the area and search out a reasonably attractive mate that was of like attractiveness. People of like attractiveness do flock together after all. Since Sofia rarely hung out with everyone, she was left to assume that she was just of an above intelligence or attractive level than most. After all, even people with abnormal symmetry in their face or body time stayed away from her, or, rather, people who one would consider unattractive. Since she was neither in their group nor any other, she was possibly above them, based on relevant data.

<p>This was all pointless, really. She was quite above it intellectually and honestly had no need to hunt down a mate to dance with. Quietly, in the corner, the inky residue issued from her fingers as she worked on Hilbert’s 8th problem. The problem as stated asked for more work on the distribution of primes and generalizations of Riemann hypothesis to other rings where prime ideals take the place of primes. Easy-peasy.

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Jane had damn near no time to prepare for this. Normally, she would have taken the whole month to decide what to wear but here? Short notice? A bit, yes.

<p>Jane didn’t have a date, but she didn’t really mind that a whole hell of a lot. Why get tied down to one person the whole time? Jane wasn’t a real romantic in that sense. Parties were a chance to have fun, not just stare one person in the face the whole time fawning over each other. That was for after the parties, obviously. Before, you could dance with whoever you wanted without fear of your date getting all possessive and shit.

<p>The problem with Jane’s ability was that the slightest touch without her knowing about it could send a person into an emotional frenzy. That meant no sleeveless dresses or bare back dresses. That also meant gloves or long sleeves. She was thankful it was a masquerade costume party. There were too many dresses that were lovely evening gowns but were too ‘revealing’ for her ability. She couldn’t take the chance that someone would brush up against her on the way to the punch bowl and suddenly because all horny and retard strong, grab her and try to mount her right there next to the cheese and crackers. There was a time and a place for something like that.

<p>Farren had been useless in finding a costume, of course. The girl had no idea what she wanted and after awhile Jane had no choice but to wash her hands of her and figure out something for herself. There were tons of costumes out there, most slutty and tacky, so finding one that suited her and didn’t look like she was a slutty pirate took days to find. She would have found something much better, but she only had like a week’s notice she had to settle.

<p>She liked Geisha, Courtesans, everything about that culture. She respected working girls a great deal and didn’t take kindly to people who put them down. She had a saying. ‘Call a shovel a shovel and a spade a spade but always call a prostitute a lady.’ Their lives were hard enough without people putting them down and treating them like shit. Jane ended up leaving the store with a geisha outfit. Someone had mentioned that it was actually a pajama type outfit, but she just muttered a ‘yeah, yeah’ over her shoulder and zipped out the door.

<p>At the dance itself, she shifted her weight several times, immediately regretting these shoes. She’d get used to it, she always did. Once the gorgeous Mr. Eadric finished his speech, everyone was left to their own devices. Mostly, people were milling around doing whatever it is people do before they decide to nut-up and go ask someone to dance or make-out or whatever. It varied from person to person.

<p>Jane spun around looking for someone she knew, didn’t find many and decided it would be best to just mill about until something interesting happened. If something did, she’d want to be at the center of it.

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When Farren saw that a dance was being held for the school, she couldn’t help but groan. She hated dances. All of them. She’d been forced to them since she was old enough to wear a heel of some sort and now here she was, going to another. Technically, she didn’t have to go. She could just stay in the garden and bask, as was her usual thing. Yet, she knew she’d have to make an appearance. It was a small school and she’d need to babysit Jane in order to protect her from herself. Jane was bound to get out of control. It was a dance, lots of hormones, lots of people all together… the Red was going to be heavy in that room and that’s where Jane thrived.

<p>Farren had quickly thrown together something for a masquerade. Lot’s of green. Leaves and flowers. She wasn’t one for dressing up, but, again, it was a dance and she needed to go. She wasn’t even sure if her brother was going and therefore Farren needed to show up. One of their number had to be there. Farren sort of hated her brother right now. The jerk was a guy. Men never had any issues with dressing for these sorts of things. Tuxedo and a mask. Big whoop. Aaron was probably already dressed, if he was going. It was nighttime. Aaron made it a habit of hiding out during the night.

<p>Farren had arrived in time to see her Rot tutor finish his speech and come down from the stage. Farren had no idea what was said, something about unity probably, and was secretly thankful she was late. She really didn’t like these sorts of things. She’d been to way too many. Lots of galas and balls, all thrown to make her father seem like a wonderful guy. Sure, he donated to causes like protecting the snowy owl and that was definitely good but otherwise? He was gutting the earth and using the blood of his works to lube his way down. They were all shams, these things, and all ways to show off that he had an eligible daughter old enough for marriage. She wasn’t sure how many ‘coming out’ balls she had had in her life.

<p>Farren eventually found Jane. In a very skimpy outfit that Jane need only hop in in order to show her butt. Was that technically a dress? Farren sighed and made her way towards her cousin, smiling and taking her arm. She didn’t fear Jane’s ability. It never worked on her. Neither of them was really sure why, but it just didn’t work. Farren said, “Janey… isn’t that a night robe?”

<p>It wasn’t that Jane didn’t look pretty. She was always ravishing. It was that Farren knew how she could get others worked up. One careless move and her cousin would be in for more than she bargained for.

<p>Farren adjusted her own dress. She wasn’t adverse to wearing them, they just weren’t very comfortable. Farren could feel herself starting to sweat. This place was already getting hot and there was very little of the Green to be found, save for the flower in Jane’s hair. Farren cursed herself that she didn’t bring some sort of flower with her. Now she’d have to stay around Jane. The Red was heavy in the room, all that pumping blood and bodies. It was the same feeling she got on a safari once, with all those animals. Didn’t help her dad was there to shoot them. Luckily, that wasn’t the case here.

<p>Farren was way out of her element. Hanging on to Jane’s arm, she let herself be led wherever Jane decided to go.
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In all honestly Quintin didn’t mind going to a dance. It was a nice gathering and a way to meet those he hadn’t already had a chance too. His looming founder wasn’t exactly ideal but he’d be in a crowd and it wasn’t like Sergeant Kincaid would single him out at this thing…right? He saw the email and the allotted funds he was allowed to spend. Quin thought this was far too much and opted to merely by a mask online and pull out his black suit he had and instead of dress shoes he wore his black chuck taylor all stars as they were more comfortable and he already had a pair.<p>

He had sent Ana a message about going together. She hadn’t gotten back to him so he assumed she was busy but either way he was most likely going to see her there. If not he’d go looking afterwards. AJ was his best friend, he was close with her before coming and since Delphi the two have tried to remain as close as they can being in separate houses. Quin had finally grown comfortable on the idea of being here and was even starting to flow into his two in the morning fire guard duty. He wasn’t sure if the last part was a good thing just yet. Early morning PT and self defense were still giving him a royal ass beating. But you had to take the good with the bad.<p>

Quin listened as AJ’s founder made his speech about the masquerade and the school and junk. Everyone seemed to be moving about and dancing now that it had officially kicked off. Quintin scanned the room but wasn’t able to see Ana, he figured even in a mask he should theoretically be able to recognize her. If nothing else he should be able to feel her presence thanks to the pact they made before coming to the school. He did see someone he knew, covered in green and different plants. Only one person that could be. <p>

“Hey Farren.” Quin said cheerfully lifting his mask up for a second in case she couldn’t see who he was. He quickly put it back on when he saw her friend. She was quite stunning and he really liked her dress…this made him feel awkward and his face slightly grew warm.
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Aaron really didn’t know why he was going. He was feeling weak, tired. He hadn’t chased the sun in several weeks, instead enduring whatever punishments the night dealt out to him. There were visible dark circles around his eyes, even though the shiner Jade had given him had healed up several days ago. Aaron’s hair was a little less golden, his skin a little more sallow. He didn’t look like the walking dead, but he did look like he’d gone without sleep for at least three days. His fingertips were numb and his hands shook ever so slightly. Only the most keen observer would have noticed.

<p>Aaron didn’t really have anything in the way of a masquerade outfit. He wore the standard tuxedo with a Nightwing mask he kept for special occasions and in no way used when just fiddle-farting around his room. To be honest, once Aaron got over his lack-of-sun hangover, he was still incredibly hard to kill even without his abilities. The guy was in shape and it wasn’t an exaggeration. His skills with the bow were all his own, non-enhanced by his abilities.

<p>Aaron was leaning against a wall while Eadric was doing his commencement speech. He hadn’t seen either his sister or his aunt enter and had figured he’d see them eventually. Aaron was too tired to go and seek them out himself. Although, it didn’t take a genius to figure out, at least, which one was Jane and which was Farren. Jane was the one in the Victoria’s Secret bathrobe. Farren was the one decked out in green and fake leafery. Easy.

<p>Finding them, he straightened out his clothes and took a few steps forwards, in time to see a boy stroll up to Farren. He didn’t know much about her male friends, but he knew she wouldn’t appreciate her brother hovering over her. So, he instead make a beeline towards a girl… writing on the air? That was weird. She was decked out in steampunk regalia and he had to give her props for authenticity.

<p>“You working on homework while at a dance?”

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Jacob usually made it a point not to go to these things. Ever. Dances were lame and were just obstacles delaying the inevitable. Might as well skip to the chase. Plus, Jacob hated dressing up. It was a pain in the ass and cost money for something he’d only wear once a year, if that. Everyone else was of course dressed up in fancy attired but Jacob? Not really. He rented a tux, no tie, and picked up mask at a nearby Halloween outlet. It looked cool, he guessed. The only reason he came to these things was for the slutty Halloween outfits but, seeing as how this was a high end masquerade or some shit, he wasn’t about to hold his breath.

<p>Until he saw the girl in the geisha outfit. That changed his mind pretty damn quick. A lovely blonde with a hemline that was causing several of the boys to do a double take, including Quin who looked slightly out of his element all of the sudden. Jacob couldn’t help but chuckle. Poor kid. He seemed like one of those romantic types. That girl? Too much woman for the poor guy.

<p>Jacob watched her with his eyes, leaning against the way, looking as cavalier as humanly possible. Really, he was feeling as cavalier as humanly possible. He kept eyeing nearby timepieces. How much longer did he have here?

<p>Eventually, Quin’s discomfort was too much for Jacob to bear. He strolled forward, slipped between some people, and wrapped an arm around Quin’s shoulder, “Hey man, whatcha up to?” Jacob had, of course, already tested the waters with Quin but it was equally painful to watch and had eventually given up. Since then, Quin reminded him of the little shaky Chihuahua that occasionally needed rescuing. He could do that.

<p>“Ladies, how are you guys tonight?”

<p>Both girls wore masks. He had no idea who was who, but he kept eying the geisha blonde. Of course, he hadn’t seen the Argos head of household yet. For now, the geisha had his eye.

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She waltzed across the yard having been dropped off into the near forest. Such funny things these god souls were. Forming a pact and making sure all of them could just sit right in front of them for the taking. This would be all to easy but she was instructed to merely cause a scene there was to be no causalities. A shame, but something that Cassandra was quite good at none the less. Cassandra Marshall, that was the name she was given and what she was instructed to go by. She appeared as she wished, taking the form of a young, thin, tall, girl, high school years in age. Beautiful blonde hair with a long pink strip down the side.

She sucked on a red lollipop as she opened the door into the main entry of the institute. Apparently the fabulous four had not done that well in guarding their sacred ground this evening. She had been warned each of them possessed great skill and were hailed as the most powerful of their pantheon currently. These four: Ares, Hera, Hades, and Morpheus they were the problem together they had done something that had set the entire world into motion. Something, from what she was told, the fates had intended but it happened early. Now, they had to move their plans up. If fate was moving forward so would they. The war would begin and they would claim victory.

She looked like any other student and gave off such energies. Cassandra made note to calm her mind and drive off into other such things as her closes and idea of watching some hopefully gorgeous bodies dance around. She was well aware of Morpheus’…well his handler’s power over the mind. Hades’ handler also had some similar powers of control. They were breeching into their god souls. Taking the power for themselves. This would have to stop. What would happen if all souls did the same? What would happen to Cassandra? Finally making her way into the hall she found music, masks, dancing, mingling, and at the front of the hall stood the four she had heard so many things about.

A haunting tone came into the room. It started slow before it completely silenced the hall everyone was looking at the girl that had entered the room. Her face still covered by shadow and hair, a smile plagued her face. “What a festive evening!” She said brightly. “It seems you four have had a much needed break, perhaps you’d like an old friend.” The young girl touched a pendant she was wearing hanging from her neck. A portal opened at the front end of the hall and a huge monster stepped through. It had the body of a lion, the tail was a snake, and the head was a goat. Something the founders had already seen once before as it was sent then too.

Cassandra looked up to meet eyes with the famous four attention now shifted between her and the monster she summoned. “We’re here to break up your happy little gathering. Real training starts now kiddos!” She bellowed with a smile. Another portal opening directly behind the founders which gathered them up into it. Just as quickly as it came the portal disappeared taking the founders with it. The young girl laughed with her lollipop in hand just as a flash happened and a man tumbled out. It appeared one of the founders did make it out of the trap they had set.The chimera roared and charged into a group of students.
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So far things were going quite well, the students seemed to be enjoying themselves. The Asphodel founder took some time to sit back and talk with the other founders and friends. Everyone seemed in pleasant spirits this evening. Even the Ilium founder and himself seemed to be on a different pattern then usual. They were laughing and all having a splendid time. It seemed like the final aspects of the school was finally complete and the houses were each filling up quite nicely. Things seemed to be looking up for all of them, though many changes and grieves had taken their lives they still had the school and students that they had done together.<p>

Sam looked up when he noticed a melody, he couldn’t quite hear it. At first he thought it was perhaps the orchestra until he glanced over and saw the orchestra had stopped playing. Sam looked forward to find a girl standing there, she had a lollipop and was talking about the four of them? As they handled each and every student inquiry into the institute they all knew the kids…this girl was not one of them. There was a sound and rush of air to his left he looked to see the monster that attacked during Grace’s funeral. A chimera. When their powers all went crazy he was separated from himself and his astral projection was trapped. Which was why he was able to slightly fight off the beast since he could shift into the astral plane and appear to teleport everywhere to confuse it.<p>

He felt another rush of air and fell back into out of his chair. The founders were sucked into a vortex. Sam saw the hall as he fell back into a blue mist. There was a bright light and the Asphodel founder tumbled back into the room. What the hell happened? Shaking himself he stood back up. He looked back up not seeing the other founders he had to protect the students. He lifted his hands a gathered the nether around weighing the monster down stopping it from charging the students. It would not hold it. A blue light radiated from Sam several wisps flowed out and formed into soldiers. His own personal dead army.<p>

“Find the girl and stop that beast.” Sam’s commands were quick the dead moved some corporeal others mere wisps. His power was expanding into the hall he had to find that girl but she was no where in sight. The monster was breaking free, “Students, your help is required. You all have had knowledge of your powers use them!” He bellowed the chimera started down the hall.<p>

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And take our sweet little time about it.
Let's have a ball, girl.
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Tell everyone in the place just to get out.
We'll get clean together,
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Wiley gave a sharp yelp as he was jolted awake by an intense pain. It was several minutes before the coughing fit brought on by ash inhalation subsided.
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<b>I have got to stop dozing off with a lit cigarette in my mouth...</b>
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Brushing the scattered ash from his bare (and now ash-streaked) torso, Wiley glanced around his room in the Argos dormitory, catching sight of the disturbingly ornate clock across the room. <b>8:30.</b> Didn't he have somewhere to be?
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<b>I seriously need a personal assistant for this shit.</b>
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The cogs in Wiley's mind churned out a slow answer, still shaking off his afternoon slumber. The young man could see the setting sun between the parted curtains, once a stately teal, but having been graffitized several times since, couldn't really be said to have one single pattern.
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<b>The dance!</b>
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Wiley jumped out of bed, leaping for his closet. While he was sure that this "ball" would be totally lame and all, Wiley hadn't had the best of luck making friends during his short time at Delphi, and while it most likely wasn't going to be the social event of the season or anything, it was <b>something</b>.
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He squeezed himself into a pair of skintight leather pants before pulling on a plain white v-neck and a dark denim jacket. Wiley was nearly out the door before he realized that he was wildly underdressed. The function was a masquerade ball.
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The Founders had, of course, given each student a stipend with which to purchase a suitable costume, which Wiley had pocketed and spent on several cartons of cigarettes, an anthology of great Greek tragedies and an assortment of party favors for the dance in question.
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Casting about the room, Wiley set his sights on the plastic lamp affixed to the wall. The lights in the room flickered a bit as he pulled the fixture roughly from the wall, liberating a small piece of white plastic from the object before tossing it over his shoulder.
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Reaching into his bag, Wiley pulled out a knife several tubes (and cans) of paint. A few minutes work plus the elastic waistband from some old underwear and a few rhinestones pulled from various pieces of decor around the Argos common areas yielded a perfectly serviceable mask. Pulling a rather magnificent feather from his pillow, Wiley addeda bit of color and affixed it securely to the mask before putting it on and rushing out the door.
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Wiley arrived rather fashionably late, as far as he was concerned. The anemic student body was present in full underwhelming force, and he strode quickly to the refreshment table. Taking one of the plastic cups from the table, Wiley filled it with several shots of highly concentrated vodka before gulping it down.
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Only then did Wiley truly survey the crowd of students. He laid eyes on Farren, one of the very few other students he had met thusfar, and after filling a glass with a crisp white wine he made his way over.
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All of Wiley's senses were buzzing from the alcohol, even as he felt his motor skills slowly deteriorating. He took in the vibrant colors of the festive costumes wantonly, catching stray bits of conversation from around the room. He only made it halfway to Farren before a strange tingle burrowed its way into the back of his mind, buzzing uncomfortably. Wiley turned, instinctively pointing his gaze toward a beautiful blonde who had just entered the hall.
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Wiley's stomach dropped through the floor as the room fell silent. The strange girl began to speak, but Wiley had already turned back toward Farren, tripping slightly over his own feet. He fell hard to the ground, addressing his friend urgently.
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<b>"Farren! Run!"</b>
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The Founders disappeared into a strange portal that the nagging in his mind assured him was created by the strange girl. Simultaneously, another portal opened spewing out a monstrous creature, which let out a roar before barrelling toward a group of students.
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Regaining his composure, Wiley stood, and unable to think of a better idea, ran toward the monster, unsure of what he could do, but positive that he had to do something.
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Jacob was still grinning at the two girls like a madman when the room became silent and some little midget with a lollipop said something that really only super villains say. He briefly wondered if this was some sort of staged thing the founders had set up like in that Astonishing X-Men issue he’d read a long time ago. Jacob watched as she vanished.

<p>When what seemed like a bomb went off, Jacob instinctively stood in front of the two girls. He couldn’t help it. Growing up with a younger sister made him instinctively protective of women and younger men. To his surprise, another young man jumped in front of the girl in green… Farren? Ah crap.

<p>His instinct to run from the young woman in green suddenly became fairly intense. So intense that he plunged headlong into what looked like a dragon that’d wandered through a nuclear processing plant and then rolled around in a petting zoo pen. Last thing he needed was to suddenly face her and this was the more gentle of the two options.

<p>What he didn’t notice was his hand brushing against the other blonde girl’s collarbone in order to push her back. He suddenly felt a rush course through his veins. He wanted to bed her there and then. Of course, he couldn’t if either she or he was dead. His urge to protect her grew exponentially.

<p>Jacob ripped his mask off and felt his feet pounding on the floor. The energy he was building up caused his hands to spark and crackle across his arms and up the back of his neck. The air circled him and he felt himself lifting. Not wanting to electrocute the crowd, he waited on outright zapping the thing. He did the next thing he could think of. He started to coax any oxygen out of it’s body. The creature was made from materials of the universe. All things were. That meant, somewhere in it’s chemical make-up, it had oxygen. He became pulling, straining, and yanking any oxygen out of the thing, careful to keep it isolated to the monster.

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Aaron watched in horror as he suddenly became ineffectual and useless right before his very eyes. A monster had appeared and he was depowered. He knew this was a bad fucking idea to come out now, of all times, and be powerless to stop it. Why weren’t things every simple?

<p>His eyes immediately raced to his sister and his aunt. They had yet to move though at least two guys had immediately raced headlong to protect them. Aaron would have been among them except he couldn’t fly, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t do anything but stare and hope for the best.

<p>“FUCK!” he yelled.

<p>He quickly looked around for something to throw or maybe hit it with. There was nothing unless he wanted to take a cue from those fake wrestling matches and throw a chair at it. He had nothing. And he was starting to feel sick. The lack of sun and the sudden rush of adrenaline was a bit much for him. The urge to vomit was heavy.

<p>No, he couldn’t do that right now. Not with his family’s lives at stake. Had it been any other family member, he would have hesitated but no, it was the two women he cared about more than anything in the world.

<p>“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

<p>He needed his bow at the least. Then he could do something. He’d trained enough for that, enough to duck and dodge when he needed to, but he had nothing. That wouldn’t do. He began casting around looking for something, anything, he could heave at the monster.

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Sofia had inwardly groaned when the young blonde man strolled up to her and attempted to begin conversation. She’d been attempting to avoid this. It was part of why she was sitting at the back of the room waiting for this mating ritual to be done. Now she had to engage in conversation with someone she barely knew. She wasn’t relishing it, not at all. Sofia sighed audibly though it wasn’t heard over the din of the festivities and said, “No. I’m keeping my mind finely attuned. Homework is trivial in nature.”

<p>She was suddenly distracted by a hushed quiet. Someone had appeared but she couldn’t see over the crowd. The someone was also saying something but, again, she couldn’t hear it. She stood, waving the equation she was working on away. That person, a girl it looked like, vanished and in her place was a chimera. Of course. Since she had the soul of a goddess inside her, if one went for such things, it made sense that magical beasts would be created. Judging by the expressions of the heads of household before some of them were sucked into a vortex, this wasn’t a drill.

<p>Sofia turned to the young man beside her.

<p>Fear. Several parts of his brain were reacting. The thalamus - decides where to send incoming sensory data (from eyes, ears, mouth, skin). The sensory cortex - interprets sensory data. The hippocampus - stores and retrieves conscious memories; processes sets of stimuli to establish context. The amygdala - decodes emotions; determines possible threat; stores fear memories. And the hypothalamus - activates "fight or flight" response. His fight or flight response was having a difficult time processing it’s next move. Sofia glanced back at the dragon, then back at the blonde. Why wasn’t he doing anything? All the other boys were rushing in guns cocked and ready.

<p>Sofia set to work. It was dark inside. No one could see anything.

<p>She quickly wrote out, 4 H --> He + 2 e+ + 5 g + 2 n. It was followed by, d + t --> He + n. Then, to contain it all and not kill everyone within the room, she then began to work even more furiously. If she didn’t finish the following equation before the previous two set in, she’s burn them all alive with the sheer power of the sun. Sofia wrote out everything she needed for the electromagnetic wave equation. The would contain the fusion. They essentially had a small sun to work off of and light up the room. And it did, illuminating everything.

<p>After that, she set to work on another equation. The most simplest that everyone knew even if they were lesser beings that didn’t understand computational physics. Matter converted to energy. E = mc squared. The monster had matter, all things did, and she needed to lessen it, slowly pick away at it. The equation would burn off the matter and turn it to energy. The energy would be released harmlessly into the air, but she needed to add a few equations in order to do so. First, E=mc squared.

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Reyna hated parties. She hated dances. And she hated balls. So, all in all, being forced to go to this stupid Masquerade Ball was Reyna's idea of a super duper fun night. In fact, it was probably one of the worst ways Reyna could imagine spending any night. It's probably why she refused to even bother wearing a dress, or anything girly like that. Reyna never cared about appearance, or beauty, so wearing a dress, or anything that was long and frilly wasn't Reyna's style. Hell, her wardrobe consisted of basically the same thing; seven pairs of pants, denim to slacks to black to camo, and random types of t-shirts, none of them v-necks or bikini-strapped. Reyna covered up in all ways. So, it only made sense that her attire for the ball tonight would be a pair of skinny khaki jeans, her hunting jacket, boots, the only formal shirt she owned (a gift from her aunt for her fifteenth birthday), and her little messenger bag that she used for virtually everything. She carried the bag around with her practically everywhere, and a stupid ball wasn't going to be any different.<p>

She'd been given an amount of money to buy whatever she required for the dance, which was honestly pointless for her, considering money had never been important to her in the first place. The only thing she ended up buying was a 5$ black mask, which would go along with the Masquerade theme the ball had. She still thought this whole thing was stupid, and if it wasn't a requirement to go, she wouldn't. She had half a mind not to go despite that anyway, but she figured getting on the bad side of any of the other students here, or the other founders, probably wasn't a good idea. Reyna was confident, but she wasn't confident in her ability to fend off an army of super-powerful teenagers. Especially teenage girls.<p>

As she arrived at the ball, something felt off. Maybe it was because everything seemed virtually quiet, or maybe it was just that the place was foreign to Reyna. Either way, the place gave off bad vibes to Reyna, and she almost turned tail, and headed back to her room. But, even she knew she couldn't do that. The bad vibes she was getting made her curious as to whether she was right, or just delusional. She had to know.<p>

The minute she walked in, she seriously wished she would've ran back the other way. The scene before her was utter chaos. There was this giant... monster, that had different body parts of different animals on it, and Reyna had never seen anything like it before. Sure, Hypogriff's were something mythological she'd heard of before, but she'd never seen anything or heard of anything like what was in front of her. Everyone in the room was pretty much freaking out, save for the guy that ran up to the monster half-cocked. Honestly, she wondered why God even bothered creating the male species. They were reckless, acting irrationally. But, even Reyna had to admit action needed to happen. This monster would not be stopped by one person and one person alone. Everyone needed to come together. Reyna hated group work.<p>

The moment her arm extended back to her back, feeling nothing, she wanted to punch herself in the face. Seriously? The one time she leaves her bow, and it happens to be a time when she needs it desperately. She didn't have much of choice but to make a bow out of the materials surrounding her, which weren't the greatest ones. She ran to the closest table to her, pushing it over, stomping on the leg farthest from the ground. With that, she pulled out the pocket knife from her bag, doing probably the worst carving she'd ever done in her life - all she needed was an arch in the wood, though. Once that was done, she ran for a table cloth, tearing off a part of it, tying the ends to the ends of the wood bow, testing out it's buoyancy. Now, arrows. She grabbed remnants of tables torn apart on the ground, carved a couple of them, stuck them in her shirt, and stood firm. She extended her elbow back, getting into the right position, keeping her eye on the target. She had to make sure not to hit the idiot on the monster, even though she was tempted to do it. She found a spot, hoping it would be a weak point - it's back left foot. She pursed her lips together, took a breath, and let the wooden arrow go, hoping it would hit, and do some sort of damage. Something of that sort, anyway.



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Too many things happened all at once for Jane. One minute she was talking with a bunch of boys and her cousin, then some little bitch showed up to ruin the night and now there was a giant monster thing in the middle of the masquerade. Damn. She had wanted to just have fun and cut loose this evening.

<p>What was she supposed to do to a chimera? She was an emotion manipulator. She made people happy and loving. That wasn’t exactly useful at the moment. The most she could do was spurn others to action. She looked around the crowded students. That was when the blonde young man, Jacob, pushed her to safety. His hand brushed against her collar bone and for a moment she froze, a deer in the headlights. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now, not in this place. She didn’t want that. Her heart began pounded as she expected him to turn around and force himself on her. Instead, it looked like he was going to fight harder.

<p>Jane had an idea. Not many would like it, but she needed to wake some students out of their funk. Jane cast a quick glance at Farren before she began touching each and every able bodied person she could and thought only one thing. You desire only to fight for me and for this school It was simple. She wasn’t asking for their love, only their loyalty, their protection. This place was her home, it was there home. Time to act like it.

<p>Jane started jogging back and forth along the sidelines, her fingers brushing along several people’s necks. She was careful. She only touched them with the tips of her fingers, light as a feather. They had no time to recognize it at her since she was already jogging to the next. When she had reached one end, she ran back towards the other side. The creature’s roars didn’t deter her, not from here.

<p>It was then that she saw her nephew. “Aaron?” There was a bright light following. Was that a miniature sun?

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