Library

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Funny how something so normal on the outside is considered a novelty here," allowed the redheaded priestess before looking sharply down at the shards of mirror-silver in Devon's eyes.

"On the contrary. It's a wonderful thing to be half divine. Although," she continued, exhaling softly, "I do understand how it could be such a burden. Controlling unwanted powers must be a horrible thing."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Divine? In my nightmares... Devon thought begrudgingly. He thought carefully about his words before he made them a reality. He brushed the dark locks out of his eyes, nodding slightly. "It's more of a guilt. A guilt of leading oblivious people into a trap. I don't want to hurt them." He tried to explain with difficulty, sighing.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"But..."

This was confusing for Petra and she looked at him. Confusion was the epitome of the feeling in her eyes. "But no one's forcing you, Devon," she told him gently. How could he not understand that? "No one's telling you to hurt them. You haven't hurt me, and gods know I've probably annoyed you what with my endless poetry spiels," here she grinned at him like they shared a special inside joke, "it can't be that hard. You're learning to control yourself."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon let out a small breath of irritation at himself, for not being able to explain it to her. Why can't I have a simple life? He wondered, but knew the answer. "I like the poetry." He protested, smiling also to mask his thoughts.

Because I don't have a simple mind.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Good," came the response, and for once Petra's expression was clouded and unreadable. But a smile broke through the clouds like a sun and though she didn't look at Devon for fear of stammering again, she pointed to Poe's poetry translated to ancient Greek.

"So your dyslexia doesn't interrupt the flow of the words."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon followed her finger to the Greek, watching the words rearrange themselves. "Like, on the paper?" He asked, slightly confused. "Usually I just can't tell the difference..." He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the words. "I've been told, B, P, D, and Q all look the same to me. Also some letters flip themselves." He explained.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Really?"

Petra looked in interest at Devon and resisted the urge to brush his hair from his eyes-- a move she'd do unthinkingly around Spencer. But Devon wasn't Spencer, she reminded herself, her gaze falling back to the bookshelf.

"It's because your mind's wired for ancient Greek. Try reading it; you shouldn't have a problem with the... B, P, D, or Q's." She twinkled up one of her naive smiles.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon blushed slightly again, realizing his excuse was lame and a lie. He was simply distant today, or maybe every day. "Sorry, lame excuse." He apologized, trying to cover up his blush with a smile. He turned back to the bookshelf, wondering to himself why he felt so weird. That's not reading, dipwad. Scolding himself, he scanned the titles. He didn't expect the words to make sense to him, but strangely enough they did/.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I'll leave you alone to browse, then," Petra said after a length of watching Devon browse. She gestured to Spencer, still bowed over his work and scribbling furiously, brow puckered, spectacles perched on his nose. "I'm helping a friend with his essay. Unless you need my help...?"

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon nodded. "Nah, I'm good. Just gotta-" Here he pointed to the spines. "Focus." He finished. Blubbering idiot I am. Devon irritatedly thought about himself.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Oh, okay," came Petra's quiet voice, and she gave Devon a last smile before retreating to Spencer's work table, leaning over him to read what he'd written and wordlessly changing some of the sentences with a pencil of her own.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon nodded, turning towards to the words. Focus. He repeated in his head. He lightly dragged his finger across the spines, looking for an interesting title not really sure what he was expecting. Something caught his eyes.

The Tell-Tale Heart

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[YES.]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((You likey?))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[I love the Telltale Heart.]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((I'm trying to get it from the library.))

Devon carefully pulled it from the shelf, turning it over in his hands. He decisively walked slowly to a chair, flipping through the pages. He sank into the furniture, the fabric inviting as he flipped to the first page.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[I have all his works in one huge book. ;)]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Awesomeness))

[Jo]

Arion had come into the library as quiet as a mouse, sigilous and almost invisible to the people who were deeply buried in their books.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Classical music played softly from Sappho's headphones, hidden by the newly short cut of her hair. Amber eyes perused the pages laid open in front of her as she made notes on syntax and verse patterns, scrawls covering a few sheets of paper torn from her journal.

[Jo]

"'Scuse me" Arion peeped beside her, "is there any books on Herman Hesse's life here?" he asked quietly.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Eyes torn from Shakespeare's paper by a quiet little voice, Sappho turned her head, the dark cut of her hair sweeping against her jawline as she surveyed the boy.

"Yes, we do. His biography is in English, Greek, and German in the biography section in the back. Are you a fan?"

She muttered out a quote from Hesse's poetry almost absentmindedly in her rich and fluid tone.

"To gaze on the future of blessed men,
Love, overcoming the law, love from people to people.
I find them all again, nobly transformed:
Farmer, king, tradesman, busy sailors,
Shepherd and gardener, all of them
Gratefully celebrate the festival of the future world."

[Jo]

"Yes" he truthfully said. "Some people thing it's odd for a ten-year-old. My last name is Hesse, too, but I'm not descended from him."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

“On the contrary,” Sappho said with a toothy smile, one that warmed the line of her mouth and the amber of her eyes, “I, too, was an avid poetry fan at age ten. Still am—I have been all my life. I like writing it as well. And I share a poet’s name also—you have probably heard of Sappho of Lesbos?”

[[deleted user]]

Alice walked in, looking for a book that would be good to read. She walked by some people (someone please answer), and just to see if she was right or not, she asked "Do you know what my name is?" Watch. They'll probably ask who I am. She thought to herself.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Capitalization--> Do you know.

If you want us to answer you're going to have to go to a chat topic and ask for a new roleplay. As I've mentioned before it's rude to barge in without asking.]

[[deleted user]]

((Sorry,for both. I am kinda bad at switching styles, so if you can forgive, I promise that I will do better.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Thank you.]

[Jo]

Whimsicality wrote: "“On the contrary,” Sappho said with a toothy smile, one that warmed the line of her mouth and the amber of her eyes, “I, too, was an avid poetry fan at age ten. Still am—I have been all my life. I ..."

"The tenth muse?" Arion asked, his eyes wide. "I myself am also named after the poet Arion."

[Jo]

"Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
The colorful shadows of the wandering clouds
Move like dreams over the open countryside.
Neither house nor farmland,
Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me,
What is mine belongs to no one,
The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,
The frightening sea..." he recited.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

“Yes,” the girl named after the ancient poetess replied, a strange light coming into her amber eyes, “the tenth muse. Sappho of Lesbos. Only fragments of her poetry survive, and yet they are even more beautiful for their destructed nature.

On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow
but come--if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's
golden home you came
in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air...

”
Tilting her head at the young boy Sappho Harding smiled one of her enigmatic smiles. She listened to the ripple of the lyrical poetry and enjoyed it thoroughly. When Arion was done, she nodded her head at him. A bit of teasing came into her tone.
“Do you but memorize the poetry of your namesake or do you have some of your own?”

[Jo]

"I...have tried, but the results have been ridicoulous, not sounding a bit like Coleridge or Wordsworth or Keats. I do have Emily Dickinson by heart...
It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields--
And all the meadows wide--
Be sure to count--should I forget--
Some one the sum could tell--
This, and my heart, and all the Bees--
In which the Clover dwell."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[*ridiculous]

"You mustn't sound like a great poet to be one, Arion," Sappho said with a reprimanding look at the boy. "That's what makes them great. They all bring something new into the delightful mix we call poetry."

[Jo]

((brb, dinnah))

[Amanda]

All of the sudden the new girl walked Mina in. With her long curly dark hair tumbling over her shoulders.

She was vey young, only twelve, and seemed to be
trying to look at everything at the same time. She was said to have come 2 days before.

[Jo]

He sighed and recited:
"And the bay, for now, was stock-still
The waves, turquoise blue, elegant-
ly merge, and gleaming, in to fill
the landscape, merry but poignant."

[Amanda]

"Hey," Mina said.

"Does anyone know what cabin a child of Pistis would sleep in. I've been staying at the Hermes cabin but would like to know where I should really stay."

She talked so quietly people could barely hear her.

[Jo]

((*sigh*

Darling new member, did you read the rules?
Ivi would kill you.

Use correct punctuation, like question marks.

And (although this is not arule, it's simple manners) DO NOT barge into people's RP. Please let the person know you want to RP, and arrange where they are to meet.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Hi, Amanda, please disregard Jo's rudeness, though she may be right,

Welcome to the group. Please do use correct punctuation and grammar.

If you're trying to roleplay a very very stupid person (and she's dim on purpose), then disregard the following: A child of Pistis sleeps in the PISTIS cabin. Duh.]

[Amanda]

(Sorry I'm new here and I didn't see the Pistis cabin on there so I just wondered where I would stay. Please excuse my faux pas)

[Jo]

((Don't worry *grumble grumble*
Sorry, I'm kind of touchy.))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

A slightly damp planner hit a desk with a soft thud. A girl sat down in the chair, rubbing her temples as her dark hair cascaded down past her shoulder. Cassidy let out an annoyed grunt as she stared down at the wrinkled pages.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Will post in a minute. Dinner.))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((Kk))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((I be back!!!))

An equally disgruntled figure leaned over a bookcase not far off. He didn't wear much but an old gray tank top that he'd cut down so that it showed his whole side through the holes. His hands we in large fists, leaned against the bookcase. His blonde hair was no longer in the usual buzz military cut, but had grown out into a soft down. His ice blue eyes that usually held a small spark were dull as they wandered over the spined books.

Thoughts that matched his mood were swimming through his head. How could sone Demeter chick with cactus balls defeat him? He'd practiced with his Russian blade all the time. And he'd been beaten by plants. Sighing, he pulled his green blowpop from his mouth, grimacing as the loud pop rang through the library. Were suckers allowed in the library? He didn't care if they weren't. Spur apple was his favorite flavor.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy let out a faint sigh of annoyance as she glared over at the boy through the books. She pulled a pen from her pocket where she began scribbling down a few near-illegible words onto the palm of her right hand, one of which involved finding her dagger. She'd checked the strawberry fields, but of course, it was no where to be found.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Joe scowled deeper when his eyes sought nothing of what he was looking for. Where was a freaking Harpy when you needed one? Sticking the sucker back in his mouth, his gaze and thoughts wandered.

His ears caught the sound of a sigh that shounded like how he felt. Immediatly, his eyes sought out the culprit. A golden eyebrow was raised as he inspected a girl about Andy's age. The more he looked, the more he believed that this could be his half-sister's long lost faternal twin.

The two looked nothing alike, of course. This girl had dark hair while Andy's was light blonde for one thing. No they looked nothing alike, but Joe thought that they acted alike. They had the same bitter look to their eyes, and clenched jaw. Definately Andy's sister from another mister.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((Herpy? O>O))

"Ye-es?"

Cassidy raised her eyebrows as her gaze met his. She had her lips formed in a slight frown. His searching gaze caused her defenses to rise up. Her thoughts left her lost dagger.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Not the word I was looking for, was it?))

Joe met her gaze, mentally shrugging as he found them an astonishing dark brown. Wasn't such a big deal to him. Her eyes seemed like a normal, ordinary brown. Now Michelle's toffee brown eyes, those were something to look at.

"Sorry. Your sighing distracted me." He shrugged, starting to use his molar as he crunched through the sour shell. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crack.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((Do you mean harpy?))
((dark brown))

"Says the person staring, and eating in a non-eating area."

Cassidy rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly and resumed her note-taking on her hand. So GTFO, she added silently.