Wild Hunt

“Clueless?” A quirked brow. “It’s just a word.” An apparently offensive word? “Okay, why the fuck are you so amused? What am I missing?”

“Hey, I’m not arguing with you at all, I know it’s just a word.” And neither had she sought to cringe nor giggle over such for what felt like a lifetime, but she knew not everyone was blessed with that sense of maturity. “You’ll figure it out one day, in the meantime, I dare you to slip it into every conversation you have today.”

       “ i’m sure we can reschedule. maybe aim for a place not owned by my boyfriend’s pseudo-father. try to get a bit political. ” leaning into a wall, there’s a lift of her brows. “ don’t. there were no winners or prizes, fyi. just headaches. ”

“Now you’re just taking all the fun out of it, but fine. Somewhere not owned by your boyfriends pseudo father, s’not like I give a shit where it is.” Truthfully, she never did -- it was likely half the trouble with her; utter carelessness. “you mean a headache to go along with the mind fuck this city is already? Oh goody. Clearly I missed something.”

“I don’t think my plan is a headache,” Hephaestus whined in response. He shook his head once more. “I believe piss means to fart but I promise I have a strong stomach.” He remarked. Hephaestus opened the binder. “Tell me what is your experience with human emotion.” 

“Oh? I can feel one coming on already, right here,” she pressed tauntingly a forefinger into the soft indent of his temple, despite the tight lipped smirk that appeared and morphed into a hefty laugh. “--- Human emotion?” Distaste creased in her nose and she shook her head, “Nothing. Nada. Dead heart, I don’t feel shit.” Or rather, she wished she didn’t.

“If she thinks I won’t rip her hair from her scalp if she doesn’t piss off in the next three seconds...” Despite the humor in her tone and the cunning twinkle in her eye, Cassidy did in fact mean it. The spitfire renowned for the listless amount of fights she’d find herself in the middle of. The girl cooing after Fletcher’s attention had barely done anything, but it was still just enough for envy to heat within her fingertips. “Maybe you should let her know I’m not kidding, Fletch.”

“i’ve gone from being a single man to realizing that I’m a father and I have no clue what to do. What do teenage girls normally like?” he asked, eyes widened as his mind raced with many thoughts. She was over 500 years old, there was no way she’d be interested in the same things as a normal teenager would. “Oh my god I’m clueless”

“Body piercings and pissing off their parents.” At least, that’d been the most innocent of her intentions when she was younger. Everything else she ever did while a teenager was miles more chaotic than simply that, though, perhaps he’d learn eventually. “All dads are clueless, you fit right in, don’t sweat it.”

             “i really don’t get whats wrong with that word-” should he just say it? will HOPED harlow was exaggerating. “moist?”

“You’re gonna upset a whole lot of people being that clueless, keep it up though. You’re making my whole damn day, Will.”

@cfthrnes

        “ did you end up vandalizing the magic school’s sign, after all? or were you somehow involved in the smoke cluedo? ”

“You see, when you’re vandalizing sans your favorite little witch, you become ten times more likely to pick up the sharpie that’s dead and dry... The sign remains untouched, but I also somehow skipped out on the cluedo, which I kind of hate.’

“I figured it out!” Hephaestus said as he ran out of the shop holding up the binder full of papers. “I have solved the universes biggest mystery!” He went up to the nearest stranger. “You want to know what it is?” 

“Sounds like a fucking headache waiting to happen.” Cassidy groaned as she pivoted on her foot until she faced Heph, a look of ire distaste evident. “You know, I’m not really all that interested in any universal mysteries.. come to think of it, I kind of prefer not knowing, but you look like you might actually piss yourself if you don’t tell someone, so shoot.”

“You’re gonna do another shot with me, right?” She handed the other person the glass whether they wanted it or not.

‘I’ve never said no to shots. and I sure as hell am not gonna’ start now.” If anything, she was usually the one encouraging them. The friend closer to completely writing herself off bottle by bottle, just for the sake of it. “Bottoms up, bitch.”

“Nothing.” He shook his head again but he couldn’t shake off the fact that he could feel his twin so strongly within her, their connection, the moon to his sun. “If you say so.” Apollo wasn’t going to force her into dancing. 

“Do I..--” There were a great many people that she’d seen and never met, Cassidy always choosing to keep people at arms length for the better part of her life; at least until she’d found herself trapped here. Then.. then it became a little harder. “Have we met before?” 

“Artemis?” No, it wasn’t her, her, but her powers. Apollo shook his head slightly but there was no doubt about it, his sisters powers were in.. this. He sort of frowned at the girl in front of him, what was so special about her? “No, I’m not kidding.”

“Excuse me?” She’d certainly been called by another name a time or two before, but something about this seemed to bother her more. Something shifted in the concave of her chest and wedged itself between uncertainty and the annoyance she felt. “I uh..--- I don’t dance,” or rather, she didn’t want to, not with the alarming bloom of striking familiarity that she couldn’t place.

It was safe to say large events such as these had never been Chris’ idea of a good time, hell he’d take returning to the mess that was the future any day. Yet here he was, making his way into the extravagantly decorated school and despite his custom suit, the male couldn’t help but feel somewhat out of place even as he did recognize the face of another. “Don’t even think about saying what you’re about to say — I know I said this wasn’t my scene, but in the name of keeping up appearances it would wrong of me to not.” He explained as his attention shifted to the other. “Even if just for a short while; or maybe it was the the offer of free booze, color me curious…”

“I doubt anyone put anything like that-these cupcakes are too moist.” Gen sighed. “Well between the drinks and the guys who can’t dance to save their lives. What is there to look forward to, Cass?” 

“Are you really complaining about there being cupcakes right now? Just forget the food and switch to an all liquid diet for the night, you might actually enjoy yourself.” She noted with a hearty laugh. “Unbelievable, you ever.. you know, thought to try and make the best out of a situation you think is shitty? The roof isn’t caving in and the floor isn’t opening up to swallow us all whole, so would it kill you to just...--- relax?”

        “ nothing says what a magical night it is like a bit of vandalism, ” she scoffs, head shaking lightly. “ pass. i’d rather stick to latching onto people with annoying faces and complaining until they leave. ” or, rather, she has too much respect for wyatt to go out of her way to be a nuisance.

“Don’t need to be blessed with this magic shit to make things just... disappear.” Never mind the fact that she did have some sort of --- power, even if she didn’t know quite what it was yet. “If that’s what we’re sticking to, I’m gonna’ need another fucking drink, or six. Everyone around here seems too ... into this shit.”

“You know it’s socially unacceptable to let someone take shots on their own.” Even if she’d fully intended to do just that, the figure that sidled up alongside her at the bar encroached a little too closely for Cassidy to simply ignore. The alcohol already setting in her system enough of a pressing factor in her lacking bite as per usual, “You’re gonna’ have to go shot for shot or find someone else for company, ‘cause I don’t do sober.”