#augustusmartis

Pyrrha studied the sky, watching the fluffy white clouds slowly make their way across the blue. She had had some free time today, with the end of classes and no homework assignments due for the night--nor could she recall any upcoming tests or quizzes, but she could always just brush up on subjects right before class the next morning anyways--and she felt she could at least take a day off from training, as her teammates seemed to be silently implying that she should have more hobbies than ‘training’.

So here she was, attempting valiantly to work on what little artistic skills she had. There was a nice stone bench in the courtyard that she’d found that seemed like a good place to try drawing...something. She’d taken along one of the notebooks that she’d ended up not needing for class--as her conversation notebooks were a bit on the small side--and a collection of pencils and erasers in case she happened to break one. Her conversation notebook was sitting next to her if anyone happened to come by.

The red-haired girl stared fixedly at the flower across the path. That looked simple enough, five white petals that were allayed in a star pattern. Surely she could draw a little flower, right? She glanced back down at her notebook, very carefully trying to sketch out the flower. Her results were....less than stellar.

Augustus twisted Draco into a tight circle, feeling the balance of the familiar weapon. It glided in a few test swings, twisting from hip to shoulder and back across the other way. Once he was pleased with it he connected it to the belt around his armors waist.

He turned to the door that lead out of his apartment, and soon was upon the streets of Beacon, making his way to the meeting location that had been decided upon. He stood before the western gate for only a few minutes before seeing the cluster of Hunters in Training approach from the direction of Beacon.

♋:What drew you to this muse?

{Well to be honest, it was her exuberance and her love of life. Being highly depressed myself, I find it an admirable trait to be able to smile and keep walking even when things look dark. And when I learned just how upsetting her background was? That just made me love and admire her more.}

☑:What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

{I’m Ace. That’s it. We love puns, our families are the most important things to us... the list goes on. I am actual literal Ace Yang and it’s gr9}

☢:How many active muses do you have?

He moved through the entry way, feeling a tug in his guy from the resistance of the shield that kept mortals from wandering in uninvited. Once he was through the initial door he turned a sharp corner to head into the club proper.

He knew at once that he had finally found the place he had been hunting for. He saw glowing beings dancing in groups, people with skin in multiple different hues drinking together at the bar, and countless other 'humans' that were closer to monster than what they seemed out in the normal world.

He moved toward the bar as he slowly let the glamour peel away. He grew taller with each step, his steps gaining weight with each stride, and his skin began to take on a golden hue that showed some amount of God's Ichor flowed through him. His eyes went from having red iris to solid red with black irises, the orbs slowly scanning the multiple faces that studied the new occupant.

Augustus lounged at the two-seater table directly to the right of the Governor's table. The table on the opposite side sat his opponent and one of their Hunters, a tradition to show that both parties involved would do what they could to protect the other. The symbolism was thick and a waste, he believed, but said nothing as he waited for his token Vallhallian Hunter to join him.

His dining wear was a silky, smooth crimson toga with a sash of gold that made him look nearly regal. About his messy black hair sat a golden laurel that marked him as a champion of tournaments in the land of Gladorium. His gold-flecked red eyes caught an interesting party entering the hall.