catastrophic;

CILLIAN RICE 25. demi ara. new athens. No other sufficient information.

[touokeanou-blog]

demi-arai:

Cillian can’t place it, but the girl in front of him seemed familiar. He shrugged it off since it’s not impossible to have not encountered her before. Cillian then sat down, placing his cup of coffee on his side of the table. He then took out his reading materials from his backpack, placing them in front of him. He gave out a small sigh and eventually opened the book to a page he dog-eared.

     It took her a while, since she was far too engrossed with her book and her food. Yet by the time she looked up to glance at the male figure seated opposite to her, her brows immediately furrowed. The brunette cannot seem to place where she have seen this person before, but she’s sure she have seen him before. Can’t really help herself, she blurted out to the not-quite-stranger. ❝I’m sorry for interrupting you reading but…have we met before?❞

[demi-arai]

It did not exactly surprised Cillian when the girl asked him that question. The moment he sat down, his brain had been itching to remember her name. “I actually have been meaning to ask you that question.”

[demi-arai]

amongtheenchanted:

Wally looked back for a moment and caught the demigod trying to get a better look at his reading material. Coming back and wiping his mouth to get some crumbs off, Wally sat down and smiled at the man. 

“Interested?” Wally pointed down at the page. “It’s a spell book on transfiguration and crafting potions. Pretty cool, huh?” The demigod had a big grin on his face and looked back down. “Seems kinda hellish to turn someone into a bug though, right?”

Cillia looked up from his reading material, his lips pursed. “Yes, interesting,” he agreed, not exactly sure how to play out the conversation when he could more or less be turned into a bug. As an Ara, he’s able to counter curses usually related to the curses he gives. He’s not sure if he can counter transfiguration curses and if he can when he is in bug form. The only thing he can do maybe, is play it cool, and not anger the person. “I think being a bug is a bit too much for a our kind. We have already too much on our plate.”

[cvtestinpink]

demi-arai

Cillian was bombarded with a lot of statements that he felt overwhelmed. Recently, most of the people he have spoken to are either snarky just because, or pissed off because of the Recall. Encountering Maxwell was a bit of fresh air for Cillian. Cillian then sat down, smiling a bit as he said his thanks. “Ah, yes, Rose!” Cillian has met her once or twice, they don’t exactly interact but they have each other’s contact number. Their conversation consists of asking where Max is or that one of them will be hanging out with Max for the day. It’s basically a small tug-of-war. Somewhat. “That’s nice, she’s…charming.” He tried remembering the few times hes met the girl and eventually came up with a generic adjective. “We don’t exactly talk much unless it’s about Max. Especially since I’ve been gone for quite some time. So she has Max all to herself,” he said, nodding. “Two Maxes in her life though, that’s cool.” He then stopped for a bit, “I don’t know a lot of Maxes, but I know two Maxes now.”

There was no doubt in Maxwell’s mind that Rose left more of an impression than he did on others. He was absolutely fine with that: after all, his girlfriend was about the best person in the world, and needed to be recognised as such. Enamoured as he was, the younger demigod was unable to tell Cillian’s compliment was mostly out of politeness, and went off as he always did. “She is, isn’t she? Doesn’t even need charmspeak for that. I think it’s because of how honest and open-minded she is, you know? She worked hard to be the best version of herself, so I really admire her about that too. And she’s strong-willed, like Maxine, so it’s not surprising they’re such good friends!” Although, admittedly, Maxine scared her namesake quite a bit. The fact that she was the kind of person Eden, of all people, would think the world of just didn’t sit well with the child of Hedone. “But hey, you know two Maxes too, now, and when the girls are doing their own thing we could maybe hang out? If you feel like it, of course. I’m not sure if we have a lot of common interests or what, but that’s what makes exchanges interesting, right?”

[demi-arai]

Normally, Cillian is not the type of person to be acquainted with such personality as that of Maxwell’s. Usually, his energy get drained by really chatty people, but for some reason, he didn’t mind that much the chatterbox. “I’m sure Max is lucky to have her as a good friend.” Despite the fact that he and Rose have a sort-of competition in terms of getting Max’s time and attention, he was happy that Max has a group of people she can count on, besides him.

Cillian isn’t also the type of person people invite just to hang out. More or less, people avoid him, and he had no problems with that whatsoever. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t have friends the way Maxine does. People he can count on? Maxine is the only person that comes into mind. Orlando on some good days, but not always. Annabeth, maybe, because he enjoys Annabeth’s energy especially when directed to studying. Other than that, he doesn’t exactly have a Rose, in a sense. So when Maxwell talked about it, he was surprised. “Oh, uhh, yeah, sure.”

[tthrillofthechase-blog]

demi-arai:

At the mention of Max’s application, Cillian can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Really? Well, she hasn’t exactly told me about it. But I’ve been trying to talk her to it. Did you succeed?” It was true, Maxine hasn’t exactly been keen on going to university back then when he did. She was at her own pace, and Cillian doesn’t really mind. Cillian smiled a bit at Annabeth, it seemed she was a bit of a scatterbrain at the moment. He sat down, placing his cup of coffee on his side. “No worries, a bit of catching up would be nice. Although, you look like you have a ton of work.” At the thought of it, Cillian pulled out his own reading materials from his backpack.

It always took a few moments for Annabeth to return to normal social functioning when she came out of heavy concentration patterns, though she was quickly recovering now. There was a large part of her that was wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible so she could get back to her work, but at the same time she didn’t want to come off as rude so early in the conversation. “Yeah, as far as I know she’s in. She mentioned wanting to go into interior design, which goes somewhat hand in hand with architecture.” At those words she glanced back to her attempt at sketching plans for a new building in New Athens. “I do have quite a bit to be done.” She left the sentence there, wondering if he’d let her off the hook or if it would still be time to catch. “Once we’re finished with our projects it would be easier.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian isn't exactly chatty. Especially around those who he's not close with, and he wasn't exactly sure he can be called close to the golden girl of Camp Half-Blood. Far from it probably. So when she has expressed subtly that she has to do work, Cillian nodded probably a bit too fast. He then focused on his reading materials, he had after all a hundred pages to go over.

[ecaterrina-deactivated20181022]

demi-arai:

Cillian wasn’t sure if it’s his fifth or sixth cup of coffee for the day. Being gone for a few days meant he had a lot of catching up to do in terms of school work as well as his work in the coffee shop. His shift just ended, and the coffee shop is still full of people which meant that there are no vacant tables so Cillian opted to find an empty chair. “Are you waiting for someone? Can I sit here?” It’s quite common after all to share tables around this time of the day.

One, two, three- Ecaterina watched each packet of sugar disappear into her coffee cup before adding a generous splash of milk to it as well. She didn’t need coffee for caffeine or anything, but she liked the taste of it. Well, she liked the taste of coffee if she barely could tell it was coffee. But just as she was about to take a first sip of her sugary concontion, someone bothered her. Ugh, great, a guy. “I’m not waiting on anyone. But I don’t know if I want you to sit here.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian can't help but raise an eyebrow on her statement. "Well, there's no vacant seat left in this coffee shop," he said, looking around them. "And not everyone exactly gets what he or she wants, right? Tough luck." He was pissed, he still have more or less a hundred pages to go over, and here he is, arguing over a stupid chair. "If you don't mind, I'll get the chair and move it to a different table that would be kind enough to share the table. I won't have to sit in front of you, everyone wins. Sounds good?"

[amongtheseaweed-blog]

demi-arai:

“What is in that USB even?” The article didn’t disclose much information it seemed. “It’s hard to keep track of Greeks who are in New Rome. But if we do, that would narrow down the suspect list a bit, right? Is there a roster or something?” Cillian then placed his book on the table, grabbing the highlighter to highlight a few important terms.

Having not yet seen the USB, Percy didn’t know. “I think most of us are in the same boat here,” he shrugged, “I mean, there must be records somewhere, but I don’t see how it would help. We don’t know if the mole is Greek or Roman, so looking for Greeks in New Rome wouldn’t really help. I think we should be investigating the actual leak itself, see what information we can get on that.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian placed his book down together with his highlighter. "Well, surely the mole was in New Rome when that happened. If we can get the records of the Greeks that went to New Rome around that time frame, we can narrow down the suspect list." Cillian wasn't even sure such records exists. The Labyrinth isn't exactly techy.

[antcnettes]

demi-arai

Hearing the issue about videos only proves that Cillian wasn’t really that updated with the Recall. “Right, there’s that,” he said scratching the back of his neck. Cillian noticed the grimace she made when he mentioned Orlando, but chose to ignore it. “It’s all chaotic after that Demibuzz dropped the article, huh? And in New Rome too.” At the mention of Rome, he remembered that she was Roman. “So I remembered you are Orlando’s girlfriend, and that you’re Roman. But not your name.” Cillian wasn’t bad with names, really. He just hasn’t really interacted much with the said girl much. “You’re off to see Orlando? We could go to his house together. I’m gonna pick Max up.”

Toni didn’t know up to which extent Cillian didn’t know. In fact, she felt like he wasn’t even affected by all of this. He wasn’t demigod at all so why would he involve himself into the mess the gods put them into? She was just glad that Maxine had someone to lean on because she had to admit that Orlando can sometimes be a hard headed brother towards his sister. She nodded at his statement, agreeing that after the headline released, everyone went into a frenzy. She didn’t get the fuss but maybe because everyone was angry about the whole situation that the mere mention of the Mole set everyone off. “Everyone is just stressed out.” She mentioned, shrugging at the thought. The daughter of Proserpine did not expect the other to be pushing the subject of her being Orlando’s girlfriend, she did miss the title after all. “It’s Toni. My name is Toni.” She didn’t take offense in him forgetting her name, it wasn’t their business to know each other yet since none of them are married to their respectful beaus. “Hm, well, I’m here in different business. Tell Orlando I said hi.” She told him, trying to avoid seeing the male again without making it seem like something was up between them to Cillian.

[demi-arai]

"I'd be sure to remember that the second time around. I mean I do remember meeting you before, yeah? I think." Cillian scanned his brain for the event he was introduced to her but nothing came up. "But yeah, Toni, yes. Nice to know." The Ara found it a bit weird for her to make such expression at the mention of Orlando. He, again shrugged it off. "Uhh, sure? I mean won't you be dropping by at all during your visit here?" It felt like Cillian was missing something big. "Are you guys okay?" He eventually asked.

[rcdiant]

demi-arai

Cillian chuckled at the thought. He could very well visualize Max bullying a lot of people in his absence. “Ah, what a shame. I wasn’t able to witness that,” he said, but then again he’s sure Max would easily find someone to bully around soon enough. There was something that always captivates Cillian whenever Max smiles. It was rare for others to see, especially when she’s off to annoy most people, but for Cillian, even though he sees it a lot of times–relatively compared to others– it still makes his breath hitch. Staring at her for a bit probably made her wonder, Cillian then pulled her closer to him. “Just missed you lots, and I’m glad to hear you eating properly.”

When they got home, Cillian placed the takeout on the table and proceeded to get her a glass of water. “By the way, my dad wanted to give you something. He said you might want it, it’s in my backpack,” he said as he checked their fridge for the ingredients they’d buy later. “It’s a wine, vintage he said. Forgot what it’s called.”

Maxine shrugged at that, knowing that there are other days for him to see her trying to bully people. She was glad that there was someone who loved her for her and that they had similar interests. “Totally fine. There are more other ways for me to show you. In fact, maybe I’ll tell them all about you. There were some people who managed to make it on my list of make them live like hell. You’re more than welcomed to help me achieve that.” She told him, a little smirk appearing in the corner of her lips. Cillian has changed throughout the years and she wondered why he still stuck with her despite her attitude. The fact that they had fought about her not being showy to their relationship before was a clear sign that maybe Maxine was not made for relationships but his dedication towards her was clearly appreciated so the daughter of Dionysus made it a point to reciprocate his intentions. “I apparently missed you with me being upset you were gone. My brother wasn’t the best company. His break up with Toni sincerely did not help my situation.”

Maxine proceeded to sit down at their dining room and watched Cillian as he got her some glass of water. At the mention of his dad, she had tilted her head and wondered what he had wanted to give her. “What is it? Show me when you can.” She told him, she could try and look at his backpack but Maxine wasn’t one to scour someone else’s belongings - unless she was trying to piss someone off.

[demi-arai]

Cillian can't help but widen his eyes at her statement. "They broke up? What?" Images of him encountering Toni flooded his mind. "I passed her earlier. I wasn't quite sure of her name, but I do remember her face," Cillian then bit his lip as he was reminded again of what her reaction was when he mentioned Orlando. "I apparently did not get the memo and I probably made it awkward between us by inviting her to Orlando's. I thought I'd find you there, but I found you buying food instead. She was long gone then." He then picked up his backpack, still worrying about the issue with Toni.

"Uhh, dad has this 2009 Seq-kwi something Grove Cambium? I'm not exactly sure," he said as he got the bottle out of his bag, trying to read its name. He sat down in front of her, handing her the wine. "For dinner later? Since it looks like a nice wine, should we have candle lights as well? Probably dress up? A date night?" He was gone for a long time after all, a little fancy date night at their apartment wouldn't hurt. |But first, eat up your lunch, then let's head out for grocery."

[amongtheenchanted]

demi-arai:

Cillian nodded, muttering an audible thanks. As he sat down and placed his cup of coffee on the table, he caught a glimpse of the man’s book. “Busy? Ah, yeah,” he said, looking up from the book to him. He then proceeded to pull out his reading materials from his backpack, his mind still on the guy’s book. “Students mostly, the customers I mean. Trying to save their grades for this semester.” At least that’s how it is for him.

Wally smirked and flipped the page. He lifted his eyes up at the man. “With any luck that’ll be me next semester. Though I don’t think I’ll become a coffee addict. It doesn’t really effect me.” Wally set the book down, with the pages showing off detailed instructions with graphic pictures on how to create a potion to turn someone into an insect. He wasn’t one for discretion though, so he got up with the book still open. “Watch me seat? Imma’ grab a napkin.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian was openly staring at his book, not that he minded it seemed. As he stood up, Cillian gave a small nod. Craning his neck a bit, Cillian skimmed over the page. He wasn't able to decipher the entire thing but he was quite sure, a graphic description of a man turning into an insect was something he did not want for himself. He straightened up, looking at his own reading material, immersing himself in different terms.

[demi-arai]

Cillian wasn’t sure if it’s his fifth or sixth cup of coffee for the day. Being gone for a few days meant he had a lot of catching up to do in terms of school work as well as his work in the coffee shop. His shift just ended, and the coffee shop is still full of people which meant that there are no vacant tables so Cillian opted to find an empty chair. “Are you waiting for someone? Can I sit here?” It’s quite common after all to share tables around this time of the day.

[adelfikos-blog]

   Orlando wasn’t actually going to stay within the coffee shop for that long. As the matter of fact, he only ordered his usual to-go. However, he had second thoughts when he sees a familiar person asking his permission to sit on the chair right across him. “Cillian?” he said, looking a bit shock. He has never seen a hair nor hide from this man since the Recall – a fact that is making his little sister more antsy than usual. “Is that you?”

[demi-arai]

Cillian was pretty sure he wasn’t gone that long for his face to have notable changes, so when Orlando double-checked his identity, he can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Yes, yes it’s me,” he said, nodding a bit. Cillian took a seat, knowing that Orlando would probably ask a lot of questions. “Uh, how are you?” Cillian isn’t exactly close to Orlando. They do talk from time to time, usually when he checks up on Max. They’ve hung out before but nothing much to solidify any relationship between them. “Thank you for looking out for Max these past few days. With the food, and everything.”

[jolellyfish-blog]

demi-arai:

Cillian scoffed at the remark. “Not even a please? Not my laptop, really don’t have anything to do with it.” With that, Cillian made his way to the door. No one exactly saw him fling shit at her laptop, so it wasn’t his business to clean it up. Well, that’s what he would like to think. Cillian outgrew his pranking days long ago. He shouldn’t have cursed the girl, it wasn’t a big of a deal after all. But something inside of him was triggered after hearing the curse. He looked at his hands, shaking a bit. He ought to say sorry for what he did. But he didn’t want to touch her laptop and clean the shit out of it. He hesitantly turned around, “Just get it cleaned somewhere. I’ll pay for it.”

“A please? In what fucking world would I say please when you obviously did this shit when I did literally nothing to you?” Sure she hadn’t actually seen him do something in the way of placing the feces on the laptop, but his comments he had made directly afterwards had been enough to set the blame on him in her eyes. Plus- she’d seen weirder things than someone being able to summon shit from nowhere. Already she was readying a gust of wind to fling the feces into this smug asshole’s face, but just as she was about to- he turned around and offered a method to clean the laptop. And so she hesitated, confused by this man’s sudden change of heart. “I’m not about to let you leave though. How am I supposed to know you’ll keep your promise. Plus- you haven’t even apologized for doing it in the first place.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian can't help but roll his eyes. He wasn't feeling friendly at the moment so to speak. He sighed as he handed her his university ID. "I work here, I won't exactly run away. I don't exactly have to say sorry when you haven't even in the slightest acknowledge the fact that you caused public disturbance with your over the top voice and curse." He looked around them, noticing the scene that they have caused. "And now, I did as well." He sighed, facing the few customers at the cafe. "Sorry for the scene that we made, we will clean this up right away." He then picked up her laptop, bringing it outside. He placed it on top of the trash bin. "I have a class in a few, so I'll leave that up to you, yeah?"

[demi-arai]

Cillian wasn’t sure if it’s his fifth or sixth cup of coffee for the day. Being gone for a few days meant he had a lot of catching up to do in terms of school work as well as his work in the coffee shop. His shift just ended, and the coffee shop is still full of people which meant that there are no vacant tables so Cillian opted to find an empty chair. “Are you waiting for someone? Can I sit here?” It’s quite common after all to share tables around this time of the day.

[touokeanou-blog]

     When she was still a young camper in camp half-blood, never in her right mind thought that there would be a cafe, let alone a city, would exist inside this very place. Yet here she is, eating a strawberry shortcake too sweet for her own liking when a man came up to her to ask for the vacant seat in front of her. ❝Yeah, sure. Go ahead.❞ the brunette said, not quite looking up from her book.  ❝Seat’s not taken anyways.❞

[demi-arai]

Cillian can’t place it, but the girl in front of him seemed familiar. He shrugged it off since it’s not impossible to have not encountered her before. Cillian then sat down, placing his cup of coffee on his side of the table. He then took out his reading materials from his backpack, placing them in front of him. He gave out a small sigh and eventually opened the book to a page he dog-eared. It was bothering Cillian so much that he can't help but looked up from his book to ask a question. "I'm sorry but, have we met before?"

[cvtestinpink]

demi-arai

Cillian wasn’t sure if it’s his fifth or sixth cup of coffee for the day. Being gone for a few days meant he had a lot of catching up to do in terms of school work as well as his work in the coffee shop. His shift just ended, and the coffee shop is still full of people which meant that there are no vacant tables so Cillian opted to find an empty chair. “Are you waiting for someone? Can I sit here?” It’s quite common after all to share tables around this time of the day.

Maxwell had been trying to write his ad for a little while now, but didn’t know how to word it. Everything felt too… weird. That was the risk when you decided on a profession that wasn’t exactly popular, or legitimate really. The call of a stranger’s voice snapped the child of Hedone out of the many scratched out sentences, and he was pleased to realise he had an idea who he was talking to. “Oh, yes! I mean no. I mean, no one’s coming, you can sit. Here.” He flashed a smile, trying to regain his footing after having had so much trouble formulating one coherent sentence. “You’re Maxine’s boyfriend, right? I’m sorry I don’t remember your name right now. I’m Maxwell, Rose’s partner? She and Maxine are friends!”

[demi-arai]

Cillian was bombarded with a lot of statements that he felt overwhelmed. Recently, most of the people he have spoken to are either snarky just because, or pissed off because of the Recall. Encountering Maxwell was a bit of fresh air for Cillian. Cillian then sat down, smiling a bit as he said his thanks. “Ah, yes, Rose!” Cillian has met her once or twice, they don’t exactly interact but they have each other’s contact number. Their conversation consists of asking where Max is or that one of them will be hanging out with Max for the day. It’s basically a small tug-of-war. Somewhat. “That’s nice, she’s…charming.” He tried remembering the few times hes met the girl and eventually came up with a generic adjective. “We don’t exactly talk much unless it’s about Max. Especially since I’ve been gone for quite some time. So she has Max all to herself,” he said, nodding. “Two Maxes in her life though, that’s cool.” He then stopped for a bit, "I don't know a lot of Maxes, but I know two Maxes now."

[wreckommended-archive]

demi-arai

The Rice @thestaplerice • 7m

so basically, shit’s ‘bout to go down?

Hot Stuff™ @wreckommended • 6m

idek bc like, is it enough for them to find out who it is? idgaf anymore i just want that dumb president down tbh

[demi-arai]

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idek bc like, is it enough for them to find out who it is? idgaf anymore i just want that dumb president down tbh

The Rice @thestaplerice • 32 m

probably not since some videos of demigods training arent exactly clues to who the mole is but i guess they wanted us to go into frenzy with the whole thing

[esrakcygt]

Michael Fjordbak, Arkham Knight - Be the Batman Trailer 2015

[jolellyfish-blog]

demi-arai:

Cillian was about to leave, when the girl stood up, calling him out. He checked his wristwatch, he still had a few minutes left before his class. “Would you prefer a different curse then?” He turned to look at her, his eyes glowing a bright blue. It has been a long time since he has executed intentional curses, he can feel his heartbeat thumping at the excitement. Since there wasn’t really much information about his kind, people don’t usually know what Cillian is capable of. He doesn’t even know much, to be honest.

It would take more than brightly colored eyes to shake Jolene. After all she’d been in the demigod world for going on nine years or so now. “I’d prefer— for you not to be a colossal douche.” Already she was itching to punch this kid. Who did he think he was waltzing around and ruining people’s laptops? “So fix your fucking attitude and fix my laptop, asshole.”

[demi-arai]

Cillian scoffed at the remark. “Not even a please? Not my laptop, really don’t have anything to do with it.” With that, Cillian made his way to the door. No one exactly saw him fling shit at her laptop, so it wasn’t his business to clean it up. Well, that’s what he would like to think. Cillian outgrew his pranking days long ago. He shouldn’t have cursed the girl, it wasn’t a big of a deal after all. But something inside of him was triggered after hearing the curse. He looked at his hands, shaking a bit. He ought to say sorry for what he did. But he didn’t want to touch her laptop and clean the shit out of it. He hesitantly turned around, "Just get it cleaned somewhere. I'll pay for it."

[tthrillofthechase-blog]

demi-arai:

Cillian immediately recognized the owner of the table. Annabeth Chase, Athena’s golden child. He wasn’t sure if he’d have to just sit down or ask her again. He figured he’d be a real asshole if he just dat down especially since the girl is still glorified around these parts. She might be even waiting for Percy, he thought. “Annabeth, is the seat taken?” He said, a bit louder than earlier.

Thankfully, it still seemed her name was enough to get her attention, and she looked up with a slightly startled look and a clueless, “Hmm?” But it only took a few moments to recognize Cillian. “Oh, Cillian. When did you get back? You know it’s kinda funny cause I was just talking with Maxine the other day about her enrolling the university and stuff.” It seemed she’d still failed to hear his question about sitting, but it was oblivious enough what he wanted as she looked at him hovering around her table. “Oh- you wanted to sit didn’t you? Yeah- go for it. Just as long as you don’t do anything to my coffee,” she ended with a slight tease. Cillian’s tendencies to play pranks via curse was rather common knowledge who’d been at camp when he had. 

[demi-arai]

At the mention of Max’s application, Cillian can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Really? Well, she hasn’t exactly told me about it. But I’ve been trying to talk her to it. Did you succeed?” It was true, Maxine hasn’t exactly been keen on going to university back then when he did. She was at her own pace, and Cillian doesn’t really mind. Cillian smiled a bit at Annabeth, it seemed she was a bit of a scatterbrain at the moment. He sat down, placing his cup of coffee on his side. “No worries, a bit of catching up would be nice. Although, you look like you have a ton of work.” At the thought of it, Cillian pulled out his own reading materials from his backpack.