#Cecil Phobo

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🧶Who are you???!!!

...OHHH Cecil! He's my little nervous wrack!! Wanted to show my lil psychologist for friends casino! You wont see much of him, but he is there and is VERY helpful! ALL your secrets are safe with him!

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This is a blog for all Madness Combat Fictives who want to join and interact with others, as well as for people to ask questions

To join, dm @the-cherryblossom-system and say what fictives you have

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Members:

@the-cherryblossom-system Fictives: Fem!Auditor, Fem!Stygian, Director Phobos, Hank J Wimbleton, Doctor James Hofnarr, Tricky

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@nevadakincentral Fictives: Deimos, Hank, Subject 1v02P_6, Cecil (Arena Mode Player), Jebediah, 2BDamned

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*His eyes widened in panic and fear. He shook Miranda, trying to wake her up while panicking. Who knew Phobos and Deimos were really going out of their way today? Scared, Cecil continued to try and wake Miranda up.*

Miranda? Miranda!!

*cecil looked back behind him, the Ares Cabin wasn't too far away....*

*he glanced back at Miranda, then at the Ares Cabin. Contemplating if he should go to Ares Cabin alone by himself, or take Miranda with him to the Ares Cabin. Cecil knew he wasn't that strong but he made Miranda stand up and put his arm around her shoulder, trying to support her.*

[Suddenly, your vision went dark and you hit the ground. Your body felt cold and this numbing pain went through your head. You couldn't move, you couldn't see, you couldn't speak...]

[The only sense that hasn't left you was your hearing...]

*Panic came over Cecil as he realized what was going on. He tried to move but his attempts were in vain. Hyperventilating, he tried to shout or scream for help but nothing came out of his mouth. He didn't even know if he was moving it. Tears formed in Cecil's eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.*

*He was scared...*

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Snape Twins Family Tree

Parents

Father: Timor Mother: Maia

Siblings

Blood Siblings: Alexander Jeremy Feather Tiana Lorraine Snape Sebastion Snape Half- Siblings: Maternal: -Adopted Ray Baker -Blood Autumn Sky Warlike-Rivers, Nathan Alavastro Rivers, Oliver Baker, Isabel Newhall, Hermes, Maia Cabin Paternal: Timor Cabin, Greek form Phobos Cabin

Grandparents

Maternal: Pleione, Atlas Paternal: Ares, Aphrodite

Aunts and Uncles

Siblings of Maia

Siblings of Phobos

Children of Ares

Electra

Taygete

Alcyone

Celaeno

Asterope

Merope

Hyades

Calypso

Maera

Dione

Hesperides

Zoe

Hyas

Children of Aphrodite and Ares

Children of Aphrodite

Anteros

Deimos

Eros

Himeros

Harmonia

Beroe, with Adonis

Pothos, with Unknown

Hedylogos, with Unknown

Hermaphroditus, with Hermes

Hymenaios, with Unknown

Iakkhos, with Dionysus

Peitho, with Unknown

Priapos, with Unknown

Rhodes, with Poseidon

Herophiles, with Poseidon

Clarisse La Rue

Great Aunts and Uncles

Siblings of Aphrodite

Siblings of Ares

Siblings of Atlas

Siblings of Pleione

Eris

Athena

Hebe

Artemis

Horae

Muses

Charites

Moirai

Enyo

Thalia Grace

Eileithyia

Hephaestus

Apollo

Hermes (Son of Zeus and Maia)

Dionysus

Heracles

Perseus

Great Great Aunts and Uncles

Siblings of Zeus and Hera

Siblings of Iapetus

Siblings of Clymene

Siblings of Tethys

Siblings of Oceanus

Demeter

Hestia

Hades

Poseidon

Great Grandparents

Maternal: (Atlas) Iapetus, Clymene (Pleione) Tethys, Oceanus Paternal: (Ares) Zeus, Hera (Aphrodite) Uranus

Great Great Grandparents

Maternal: (Iapetus) (Clymene) (Tethys) (Oceanus) (Zeus) Cronus, Rhea (Hera) Cronus, Rhea (Uranus)

Nephews and Nieces

Children of Hermes

Luke Castellan

Cecil

Chris Rodriguez

Connor Stoll

Travis Stoll

Cousins

Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena

Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus

Charles Beckendorf, son of Hephaestus

Jake Mason,

Michael Yew,

Nyssa,

Castor,

Pollux,

Will Solace,

Luke Castellan, son of Hermes

Cecil, son of Hermes

Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes

Connor Stoll, son of Hermes

Travis Stoll, son of Hermes

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The treacherous tale of Cecil and Baratheon (Homage to Fruits Basket)

Note: So today is the premiere of Fruits Basket which I am so excited, as it is basically my high-school anime, which I loved, so I have been thinking of homaging to that anime, so I thought of using the Kyo/Yuki rivarly as a basis of an idea, which is pretty funny. So yes I have fun with that!

Phobos clicked his tongue slightly in bemusement as he read a rather interesting letter. For that moment they are no longer taking in any losses for the restatement of Jasper’s assets. “Well done gentlemen...” as he clapped his hands slightly “thanks to his downfall, we gain more than we chewed though, we cannot debate whenever he is alive or not...” however he took a deep breath again. “Now we have a new matter, and it seems interesting...”

Auberon, exhausted from the wedding celebrations of Tyblat and Bianca, groaned over his blabbering. Phobos raises an eyebrow “well wake up!” Auberon rubbed his head slightly, only giving a groan. “Shit Phobos give me some slack...” Meanwhile, Drago, staring into the cabinet of curiosities, including a painting of a muse in laurel myth and a strange statue of a man holding a rod and his head, of a dog glaring at him.

He too felt the heaviness of the celebrations at the distance. And his mind, to some extent is swirled by drinks served at the wedding..

“You know about the latest buildup with King Eliot.” Phobos took a stack of cards, and shuffled it back and forth,  though Drago do not believe in these things which the Carmandos got his hands on, which by the religious side, considered heretics “The king has been plagued by many illnesses, I assume Drago, you know about the balance of the humours...”

Drago was aware of that, though not in a large extent, as he was thrust to the History of the Stands which is a long one, mostly about his line of family and how they have this or that. “I know that his hungry son and daughter, are willing to take the throne, though I have another wager...”

Soon he took another small figure that is shaped like the ministers. “Power-hungry ministers... all sided with the son of the king...”

“But let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” Apollo mumbled quietly as he stopped  “that is what the ministers thought about that situation....”

Soon Apollo gave him a knock in the head “And dear Phobos, please do not influence your workers to be pawns of his demise...” and soon Arawen bowed down to them, and scooted the rather hot-headed brother. “I will speak to them in private...” Phobos pouted slightly, for he will do anything to get the attention of the ministers. Quietly he escorted them to a quiet room.

“I wish you, gentlemen, to take seriously on the brevity of the situation.” Apollo breathed in slightly, composing his thoughts before uttering the next few words “To a certain extent that my narcissistic brother Phobos is right, I must mention a rivalry is brewed two ministers, who are incidentally cousins of a certain family, which are linked to a powerful empire. That I will tell you another time.” Apollo tried to bring up a parchment map of the family tree, which Drago could glimpse at them. “That minister, what is his name, oh....” Apollo took the time to trace the name “Bathareon, yes he is hot-tempered. I heard from gossips at tarvans that he was exiled to another land where he spent many years in isolation because he has a bloody fight with a minister about a certain policy to ban child Labour. Despite that, no one took his word seriously, because he has a peculiar effect on cats.” Apollo tried his best not to laugh at his line. This is so stupid. Apollo thought pitifully, he could imagine Auberon cackling until daybreak about that fact.

Auberon seems interested in that tale as he took pains to grab one of Apollo’s fancy china cups and helped himself to his rows of tea. “In what way is that  peculiar effect on cats that Baratheon has...” Whilst, Drago took himself to pour some chocolate at the pot.

“Well, unfortunately, they followed him around, even they do not say a word... and it is rumoured in meetings that cats will continuously rub his legs on him.”

“Whereby the other minister, Cecil is taken in as a favour by the daughter of the king.” Apollo smirked slightly “no surprise, he seems to have an effect on the ladies in court, for his mysterious looks and persona.”

“So is he like the fabled myth of the Avenger of Arcona.”

“Not that much, he seems to be kind to all rats in the land. I never know why, but seems that his laws are passed, and not Baratheon which heightens the rivalry, and it is not that helped that they stayed in the same mansion, due to Cecil’s financial issues...”

Drago added slightly “so what causes that issue...”

Apollo cursed as he traced his finger to his picture “Cecil always took pity on the desolated, and hence his poor spendings on giving away to charitable causes. Apparently, that cousin, maybe older than 4 springs took him in, little he knows that Baratheon finished his exile. The one which I referred a while back.”

“So why do you mention that...”

Apollo groaned regretfully “it seems that traders could be misused to be taken advantage by Cecily in particular, given he has the daughter’s advantage whatever you do, try to stay on the middle ground so I would not suffer a heart attack.”

“That we can do!”

Of course not in a hopeful light. It is only time which Auberon and Drago will be dragged to that crazy world of politics and the rivalry of Cecil and Baratheon. Soon they dismissed them out of the door. Drago seems to ponder over Apollo’s advice, if they are entangled to the affairs, all hell will break loose.

“Hmmm...”

Auberon thought of something otherwise. “Let’s say, we could intrigue them in one way or another. I want to meet Cecil.”

“By how...”

Auberon gave a playful wink “I have some connections... and maybe I could use that rivalry to my advantage, after all, they wanted to decorate their house somehow...” as he found a small painting of a stormy landscape. A perfect tool for Cecil.

“How...” Drago could imagine in his head that a stupid plan is about to brew up. And he wishes, by any gods and saints that watch over them, will somehow, by divine intervention, will kick Auberon’s ass. He actually wished that Auberon took heart of Apollo's advice.

"That we will know much later...for a certain little bird told me that Cecil is holding a ball tonight..." And soon he took one of Apollo’s kaftans “We are going to mingle with the heart of Arcona politics.”

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