Yuudai of Hyrule
xxx𝔎𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔪xxx
ｅ ｌ ｄ ｅ ｓ ｔ↙ ☆ ↘ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
IN A TIME OF NEED ONLY↙ ☆ ↘FEW CAN SEE WHAT'S WRONG
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xxxxxxx↻. ♔ and we've got each others backs until
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❖xl( EVERY START'S GOT iT'S ENDiNG EVEN WHEN WE'VE LEARNED TO RiSE ABOVE iT ALL )lx❖
The silence of that morning was broken by rhythmic footfalls, crunching on the fallen leaves that littered the pavement as a young woman jogged through the neighborhood, heading back toward her home. Her breathing was still steady, taking in the crisp air that signaled the arrival of fall. White earbuds were in both ears, sending a steady stream of music into her system as she continued to run. The sun was finally breaking away from the horizon, dotted with a myriad of trees that were adorned with all shades of red, orange, yellow, and even a few greens. Their last great display before sharp winds snatched away all their leaves, leaving them bare for the winter that was sure to follow. Slowly, the woman came to a halt, her hair swaying for a few moments extra. She was dressed in a pair of black running shorts, a gray underarmour shirt as well as a green tee-shirt above that, and silver running shoes. She tilted her head backward and gazed up at the slowly brightening sky, spattered with a few clouds. She held her breath for a moment, and when she finally released it, it billowed out in a visible cloud of silver steam. A tiny smile touched her lips before she turned and trotted down the driveway leading to her home.
The first thing she did upon entry was draw a glass of cool water and quickly down it. She was eyeballing the coffee maker, contemplating the idea of brewing a cup for herself when a low, rich and melodic voice murmured from the back of her head, "Caffeine is a drug, my dear. After that work out, you have no need of what coffee provides." The young woman sighed and rolled her eyes, instead placing her glass underneath the faucet again and filling it up. 'I know that,' she shot back, 'But I was moreso considering the taste and personal merit, rather than the physiological one.' The deeper voice gave a small noise of dissent. "But you don't need it. At this point, it will do more harm than good to your body. We've discussed this many times." She let out a hiss. "I know we have. You're the one that started it. Now, settle down."
For the record, the young lady in question was not schizophrenic.
She was merely the host of a Goddess. Athena, to be precise. The Goddess of Wisdom and Stratagem.
And also of an infuriating nosyness
As it were, in order to regain power, each of the Greek Gods of myth had implanted themselves in the fetus of a human, and faced with the task of making that human become self-aware of the deity inside them. Almost all of them had managed to join with a human baby, and almost all of them had done so with a baby who lived in one town called Susurrus Valley. The one who had failed that task was none other than Athena herself, who had managed to do so with a woman who had originated from that town, but was there no longer. The child was born in England. By some careful manipulations, not to mention sheer luck, the two-but-one pair found their way back to Susurrus Valley where the other Gods lay dormant. Athena would state to the death that she hadn't gotten confused and made a mistake. Instead, she claimed that she had only done it because she liked the accents.
Athena had implanted herself into a female baby, who had grown up into the rather interesting figure she was now. Kendra Fae Ransom was not the typical sort of beauty. Set upon her heart-shaped face were large, intense gray eyes, surrounded by long, dark lashes, high cheekbones, a strong nose, and a lush pair of pale pink lips, and a reasonable dose of fading freckles. She had piles of thick, glossy, flaxen-colored hair that tumbled all the way down to her waist. She was long-limbed and slender, gifted with noticeable curves that she didn't mind at some times, and loathed at others. Her skin was a pale gold color all year round, darkening during the summer; a toned-down gift from her father. Not an unattractive girl by most standards, but by some accounts, not necessarily the best-looking one either. However, she held herself with just the right level of confidence that it turned heads, and conducted herself with such grace that it seldom went unnoticed.
After reassuring the Goddess that she was only making it for the other members of her family, Kendra began a pot of coffee. Her father would be up in time to still get it hot, and in the meantime, she went to take a shower. She turned on a spray of hot water while she stripped down and stepped in, letting out a small hum of delight. Steam soon filled the bathroom, despite how she had turned the fan on. All of the products she used were organic and natural. The conditioner was a clay and mineral based affair, scentless, though her soap left the smell of mint and rosemary very barely clinging to her skin, and her conditioner left her hair smelling gently of cherry and ginseng. She was fond of it, and both males and females told her the same. Some of the former even called it alluring. With the goal of her shower complete, Kendra shut off the water and exited, wrapping a towel around her dripping figure. Before long she was dried in everything but hair. Once in her room, she picked out a suitable outfit for the day. She would have some student council things to attend to, which included -most likely- having to be around the vice-president. He was a capable person for the job, that much was obvious, but there was something about him that just tweaked her the wrong way. The feeling was mutual.
Whether she had business to attend to or not, Kendra always tried to look nice. She didn't parade around in jean short-shorts and a low-cut top, but instead went for clothes that were tasteful. Not always modest, but without gravitating toward a bit too showy for her tastes. The other females in school could dress as they liked, but it was just not for her. First she selected a silken purple shirt. It was a halter-top with a small teardrop cut out right in the middle of her chest, exposing the tattoo on her shoulder. Her black strapless bra artfully avoided being seen. And over her underwear she shimmied into black jeans that hugged her thighs tightly. They were cut low enough over her hips where she decided to add a black belt, just in case. In her ears she placed one set of pearls, and another set of purple studs, and in her left ear there were two silver studs up in the cartilage. She kept her navel ring in - silver with a pearl. Two white socks were covered with nike tennis-shoes. To that she added a silver cuff to one wrist, and then she felt that her outfit was complete.
It took her about twenty-five minutes to do everything else she needed in preparation for school. She quickly whipped up a pan-full of fluffy scrambled eggs, adding to it ham, mushrooms, tomatoes, spinach, and cheese. By that point both her father and brother were awake and mulling about. "Good morning, Kendra," her father rumbled, pouring himself a mug of black coffee. "Morning, da," she responded, scooping heaping portions onto all three plates, turning away to butter the toast that had just popped up. Upon completing that, both of the males swooped down on their breakfast with a "thanks" from them both. She quickly shoveled down her own portion, and then went to pack everything away for school, including the preparation of her lunch. She fed all three of the dogs, spending a few extra minutes cooing over the near-bursting Elysium. Then she brushed and flossed her teeth, and took a short period of time to blow-dry her hair a little before brushing it. All that left was to touch up her makeup -a thin line of black kohl on the top lid was all she wanted that day- and leave.
"James, I'm going to take your bike into school, okay?" She blurted as she quickly walked by her brother, making a swift path toward the garage. However, James wasn't going to submit that easily.
"Wait-- wot? Kendra, stop." He instantly was standing, as he had been previously doing some last minute research at the computer. "Why don't you take yours?" The younger woman turned to face him and crossed her arms.
"Mine is still broken, in case you don't recall how tha' happened." He couldn't help it that one side of his mouth twitched upwards into a crooked smile at the memory. "I asked you to show me how to fix the problem, but you've been too 'busy.' The cold weather's coming, and I want to ride as much as I can before I have to start taking the car."
James let out a grunt. "I have been busy, but I'll have time to work with you tomorrow nigh', if you want... And wot makes you think I don't want to get out and ride as much as I can?" His frosty green eyes narrowed as he crossed his own arms over his broad chest. Kendra let out a laugh and plucked a set of keys from the key holder.
"You have another bike, James. Don't be stupid." She called over her shoulder as she turned and opened the door connecting to the garage. "Thank you, love, I'll take good care of i'!" Her accent elongated most of the vowels in her words, it was a soft, lilting thing that occasionally couldn't manage it's way around certain American 't's or other sounds.
"Tha' had be'er be for the Aprilla!" He shouted after her.
"Wouldn't you like to know~!" She yelled back, already sliding her helmet on as she straddled the silver bike. James grimaced and pressed the button to open the garage door.
"If you scratch it, I'll kill you!" He threatened over the roar of the engine. She responded by simply giving him a wave, and despite how the helmet masked her face, it was obvious she was smirking like a madman. She picked up her feet and pulled out of the garage, out into the street. She followed the speed limits and rules of the road, a true defensive driver. It didn't help that Athena was nagging her the whole way through about how a motorcycle was not only ridiculous, but incredibly unsafe and unwise. It took all of two seconds before the human blocked the Goddess out of her mind and enjoyed the wind whipping around her as she took the fifteen-minute journey to school. Parking was a breeze, since there was very little competition for motorcycles. In fact, today, there was just her brother's her's, and a cute blue scooter. Turning the bike off and dismounting, she first took a small comb-mirror from her backpack before removing her helmet. She didn't even have to look before she went to smooth down the slight mess, taking no more than a few seconds. Once properly convinced that she looked decent again, Kendra made her way into the school. Her school.
Having maths first in the day was nothing pleasant, but it was hardly something she struggled with. There were notes to take and practice questions to try, she spoke a little with her friend, Ivy, but for the most part payed attention. And pointedly ignored Alexander Korlyn, the git. How, by some cruel jest of the Gods, placed them in most of the same classes. She was intelligent, yes. But she didn't know a lot of things until they were brought up. It was like everything she knew -because there was a hell of a lot she knew- was in a big, misty cloud. She didn't know it was there until something triggered the memory, or connected to the idea. So she did have to pay attention in class, or spend some more time at home going over the material again to refresh herself of the process. She preferred not wasting her time and her father's money. After that was her English class, in which they were reading "1984," a dull and depressing book, but one required nevertheless. There was a little quiz on the vocabulary used, but it was hardly a challenge for anyone. A person could have crammed that morning and passed. General phys ed was always nice, something physical that got her body prepared for the rest of the day. They were playing tennis while the weather was still fine. Everyone paired off into single and double teams; the only two who were set up against each other was Kendra and a varsity tennis player, Tom. He was very, very good. She appreciated his talent, and how he actually gave her a fight. Hell, he even won a few sets, but in the end she won by two games. Thankfully she didn't have to play with Alexander, who had the same morning schedual as her.
Despite that workout, she looked as fresh and clean as ever when lunch came around. While others got to eat in the cafeteria with their friends, while others went out to eat, and a few more socialized in other parts of the school, Kendra got to attend a routine student council meeting. That meant it was her, the vice-president, and typically the secretary and treasurer. As luck would have it, they were both going on a field trip that day. That meant it would just be her, and her vice-president. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. By the Gods he just was so irritating! The slender young woman got to stew over her less-than-savory feelings for the man all the way to the student council's office. By the time she actually arrived, she was properly bothered, which most likely wasn't that good of a sign. Nevertheless, she made to take a seat at the small table. As the Senior class president, she actually had an office, but she didn't feel like using that. Or... a wry smile crossed her lips. Anything to put the other off. He deserved it, after all - didn't he? She crossed the room and entered her office, sitting down behind the desk and taking out all of the matters they would have to discuss. The week before homecoming was always busy. And while technically she was supposed to be dressed up in proper spirit-wear, she chose to opt out. Why make herself look silly? It was unbecoming. And today was not a day where she would look absurd.
Taking out a pencil, she began to glance over the subjects they would have to discuss and the matters that had to be sorted out. Her gray eyes flicked upward occasionally; her office was in just the right position where the moment he stepped in the door, he would see her, given how her own door was propped open. And then they could get this over with as quickly as possible.
He was late. Despite the fact that they were coming from the same class.
Figured.
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'Thought'
"Texties"
"Athena"
"Father"
"James"
LOCATION;; student council office
WITH;; nobody, waiting for her vice-president
MOOD;; impatient, irritated
ACTION;; waiting
WEAR;; this
WITH;; nobody, waiting for her vice-president
MOOD;; impatient, irritated
ACTION;; waiting
WEAR;; this
OOC
xxxLOVEmetre
Daucus ;; 9/1o | -o.o | ;; You're like my brother. I love you in a platonic way.
Alexander ;; 2/1o | -o.5 | ;; Couldn't even show up on time?
Aiden ;; 5/1o | -o.o | ;; I know very little about you, but I hear you're good at what you do.
Augustus ;; 4/1o | -o.o | ;; Your personality irritates me, because I know you have potential.
Victor ;; 8/1o | -o.o | ;; That latest piece you gave me was stunning! The sterling silver I gave you was hardly an adequate thank you.
Lucius ;; 5/1o | -o.o | ;; I know you're talented, but I don't know you very well.
Lucifer ;; 1/1o | -o.o | ;; I still want to beat your face in.
Frederich ;; 5/1o | -o.o | ;; He's crazy. I have no interest in someone that stupid.
xxxFRIENDmetre
Giovana ;; 4/1o | -o.o | ;; You're good for Daucus, but I like him more than you. I'll defend him against you on anything, even when he's wrong, and being a jerk by cheating on you. Sorry? But not really.
Kendra ;; 9/1o | -o.o | ;; I'm pretty incredible
Victoria ;; 7/1o | -o.o | ;; Word is you're a good, admirable person. I can agree with that.
Valeria ;; 4/1o | -o.o | ;; I don't really respect you. End of story.
Lucinda ;; 7/1o | -o.o | ;; You're a good person, though a touch annoying at times.
Mystearica ;; 7/1o | -o.o | ;; You do a good job at what you do. I rather like you.
Clotho ;; 4/1o | -o.o | ;; A respectable woman, but also a threat. Not literally, but she's powerful and talented. I dislike people who might overtake me. Who aren't my friends.
Areta ;; 5/1o | -o.o | ;; I don't know what happened, but she seemed fine when I first saw her when I first came to Susurrus. Now she's... distasteful.
