#wisdomispwr

[rldlnghood]

( for @wisdomispwr​ & @unchevalnoir​ [separately] )

the way he hacked at the dummy wasn’t any sort of formal stance.

one could easily see a mailbox, a car -- or a body -- in the dummy’s place, entirely uncautious blows raining down on the broken-down thing, like a punishment. an exhalation, a physical venting of frustration and stress. 

destruction, for destruction’s sake. maybe it’ll work in combat, maybe it won’t. either way, it’s what he knew, and what he attempted to replicate with the massive blade. after one last huff, ivan shouldered the sword and twisted around, catching another on the grounds. “--no clue if I’m doing this ‘right,’ but.” his shoulders rolled. “fuck me if it doesn’t feel good to let it out.”

[btchcrft]

[ pair up and intimidate some unsavory folks that are harassing the nymphs and faeries with @wisdomispwr​ ] 

ambrosia has been flowing through their veins, heightened by the aroma of whatever magical flora has sprung from the earth. for the most part, kian’s night has been good—fun—even. he feels like, maybe, he belongs among them, even if he’s newer than most. he finds xavier at the edge of the crowd, credence nowhere in sight, and makes his way toward him with a smile. 

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, turning his head toward the crowd. 

it’s then that he hears it, the faint sound of rude remarks and the gentle chatter of faeries and nymphs asking to be left alone. he looks around and finds them, only a few feet away. some satyrs, probably drunk off their asses, seem to be crowding around a small group of faeries. 

“hey!” kian calls out, looking back toward xavier for a moment before he gestures for him to follow. “leave them alone.” his tone takes on a darker velvet, his face marbled into a stern glower. 

[scaledmedic]

History had its share of plagues, illnesses, and deaths, but also its cures and medicinal breakthroughs. While Poland ended on a sour, obscure note, Julian had the items responsible for it. Aleksander was a fucker for messing with the people, trying to play hero when he couldn’t muster the courage to face him without the magical items at hand.

How did the man even stumble across the artifacts?

After the morning spent in Warsaw, Julian entered the banquet hall with a somber weight to his bones. If Aleksander could cause a plague with such little work, what did their future hold? He found a familiar face in the hall, one of many he’s called friends. Julian grabbed a platter of salad and walked over to Xavier, bag, weapons, and armor still on his person. He did just come from Poland, after all.

“Xavier, mind if I sit with you? I have a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

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[godspeednpcs]

@wisdomispwr​ asked: xavier had a giant grin on his face, standing on the outside of the forge. he had his trusty glaive in one hand, a giant, very warm tooth in the other, and a bag of 300 drachmae in between his teeth. he waddled forward, only bumping into one rack of weapons, before dropping the really heavy bag on the counter, 'hey! ash! this is for you, do you think you can use this tooth with my weapon? is that a thing? i read about it...."

when she was in the forge, which was almost all of the time now, ash had like a sixth sense or connection with the way things worked. that was why she could feel a rack of items being bumped into and immediately put what she was working with down. as she rushed forward, ready to yell at a satyr, she softened when she saw xavier.

the money always helped soften her up a bit. “hey, short commander. how’s it going?” since he man didn’t seem to want to buy anything, she took the bag of drachmae and set it off to the side. after weighing it in her hand, she tilted her head a bit almost as if she was mentally calculating something. 

then ash leaned forward and cupped xavier’s ear to whisper something. “don’t tell anyone, but with this i think i’m going to get just the right amount of resources that i need to be able to help you with that! how about you come to me tomorrow and we can plan it out?” 

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐇

[necroheir]

a day or two after his explosive “break-up” with yves, viktor was emotionally recovering. he was drinking a lot less alcohol and trying to fill his time with whatever and whoever he could as to maintain some level of productivity. he was out in the dining hall for once, nursing a cup of apple juice which was very uncharacteristic of him. maybe he just needed a bit more sweetness in his life after yves was gone. “good job, at sparring,” he croaked at xavier, his first active attempt at socializing after what---twelve days? “xavier, yes?”  

@wisdomispwr​

[knightmaring]

@wisdomispwr​

“Xav!” Hudson bulldozed through the other demigods. Sure, he could tell everybody in one  big announcement what he and Maslo found, but what if there were bugs? Spies? “Xav! Xav-- Oh fuck, you look like shit,” he says as he catches sight of Credence. Fortunately, he didn’t look like he was knocking on death’s door, so he was entirely find with stealing his man. “Hate to do this while you look like you’re about to keel over and cough up a bear paw BUT, I need to borrow your boyfriend for a few! I’m Sorry!” Not in the mood to let protests get in the way, Hudson starts tugging the son of Athena away from the mauled up son of Zeus until they were far enough from the group that he was fairly certain nobody else could hear them. “We are in... fuckin’---“ lips purse as the name of the film escapes him, sitting just on the tip of his tongue. “You remember that 90′s move with Jim Carrey? Where he’s raised in this town that turns out to be fake, and he finds out his entire life and the town is all fake and a TV show?!” He holds up a finger. “Except there aren’t any actors, instead there’s robots and we’re all Jim-fuckin-Carrey.”

[bindfaith]

@wisdomispwr​ 

"i was told that you had some theories you wanted to talk about?” at least it didn’t seem like someone was going to question a priest why he was in a camp full of demigods. where his loyalties were and all of that. loreto wasn’t as high up on defense as he should be, arguments were mainly harmless in his eyes.

then he remembered how he used to be in college. “you know, i majored in history back in college. along with gender studies.” he didn’t know why he felt like it was important, but he had seen how crucial history was to xavier. maybe that would set him off on the right foot.

[swordofvengeance]

gideon walks into the banquet hall and his eyes land on one person who he’s not the most keen on seeing. the last time he spoke with xavier, the man was berating him for wanting to walk away and take some time. to think about the situation at hand. for a moment, his fist clenches and he grinds his teeth, but he pushes it aside. he can’t harbor ill will toward him for voicing his opinion. he doesn’t pick anything up from the table but instead goes and walks over to where xavier is sitting. “mind if i sit and we chat?” gideon asks, calmly looking at the other with a half-cocked, serrated smile.

@wisdomispwr​

[scarrfacezik]

@wisdomispwr​

Xavier is in his room for once when Yves stops by unannounced. “Hey,” he says, getting on the bed to wrap himself around the corkscrew of a man, sighing deeply. “Why are you bruised up and beaten again?”

[wxldhxrt]

@wisdomispwr​

Greyson was still trying to get used to this new life he’d found himself in. It was pretty weird but also pretty exciting. He was glad he’d happened to bring his sketchbook with him where he could make little doodles of the cool things he saw or write down pieces of music whenever they came to mind. He’d found a nice spot at the lake and was trying to fix a melody, humming the notes as he wrote them but it never seemed to fit quite how the son of Apollo wanted. He didn’t even realise he had company until the snap of a twig made Greyson jump. “Sorry, um hi. I’m not in your spot am I?”

[unchevalnoir]

“I know it might be risky” He’d made preparations. All of the charred goods and equipment were tucked away safe within the abandoned house. Even after escaping, having a chance to revel in the feeling of life, survival, this place was so bleak. Hell. His mind and body couldn’t relax. This wasn’t over.

Falling to his knees at the back of the shabby old property, Jude managed to drop the chain mail off of his arms. Pooling before him. “but this--I can’t breathe right with it on.” There would be no adjusting here. The ash poisoned air made certain of that.

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[yourfirstsnow-archive]

“Alright... I’m here. So what’s this all about?” Snow announced his approach in a skeptical but jolly manner. The note meant for him was discovered the night before. Since reading about Xavier’s proposed plans, a want to spend time with him outside of battle arrangements, Snow honestly had felt a bit on edge. Anxious to get to it already.

Seeing Xavier, each and every time, put the younger man in a different light for the tank. He seemed quite mature for his age, and had proven to be worth Snow’s upmost respect, but there was a hope to discover more sides of Athena’s beloved son today. Have some fun. Dust off the adrenaline of the other day. “‘got something to tell me?”

@wisdomispwr​

[scaledmedic]

👀 FMK Aphrodite, Athena, or Apollo?

eyes + q will grant you a truth!

Another question, another answer. He feels too old for the plain ol’ “Fuck, Marry, Kill” game that either riles kids up or gives a chilling realization as to which part of the group they’ll land on. Julian glances at the options, humming in interest. “Yves, Xavier, and Grey? You’re giving me quite the variety, there,” he admits and runs his hand along his face. Dios mio, what to do? 

“Give Greyson a little fun under the covers; the boy’s cute, nice, but I think there’s more to it than his sunny smile lets on. Marry Xavier, since he and I have books and learning in common. Not to mention his pursuit for history’s a commendable feat.” That leaves Yves, though. Admittedly, it’s either Grey or Yves to have sex with, but the son of Aphrodite’s an enigma he can’t pinpoint yet. “I’m not going to kill him; does kissing work? He’s hard to figure out, but I think he’d be a great kisser.”

@svnxrxse , @yvesderosesexy , @wisdomispwr

[godspeednpcs]

xavier walks into the forge, with one large sack of golden drachmae in his hands. "hey, ash! can you suit me up with a breastplate? i think i have enough finally." he grins, all goof and confidence. he carefully lugs the bag onto the counter and waits like a puppy wagging its tail.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄

[necroheir]

“oi, skinny, curly-hair boy!” viktor hollered, loud enough for xavier and everyone around him to hear. there weren’t many around, which was precisely why viktor had plucked him out of the few he could work with. he was at a stump, top-bare with a flannel tied around his waist, prison tattoos on full display and several dog tags jangling from his neck. in his hands was an old axe that he was using to split firewood. every few seconds, a chunk of a log would be quartered, then tossed into a steadily growing pile beside him. 

a satyr was helping---or at least trying to---by bundling the firewood into manageable stacks, but the speed was hardly efficient. “spare a hand, yes?” viktor requested, gesturing to a spare axe that was cleaved through a dead log. “would take all day if goat-people made firewood, we can do it in halftime,” he said as he spat into his hands. “maybe half of that.” 

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[knightmaring]

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“--And then they eat your eyes out!” A small squeaky voice gushed from the infirmry floor, just beneath Xavier's bed. There's a gasp. “Yeah! They're really vicious.”

“Wow, holy...” Hudson struggles finding an explicitive that won't earn him the ire of some very disgruntled centaur and satyr parents. “--fudge muffins!” A handful of snickers echo across the room, even one right beside Xavier's ear. “That sounds terrifying!” The demigod of fear glances back at Xavier, or rather, the young, ginger haired child he left in charge of watching the unconscious demigod. He seemed all too content to keep watch, it probably had something to do with Hudson promising to expand their playfort. His attention returns to the kids doodling in chalk around him. “So, what do you guys do to y'know, keep them away?”

“Guys!” The ginger haired child suddenly squeaked out in excitement, his little satyr hooves clicking against the floor. “He’s waking up! Hiiii! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”