#eu:plotdrop1

[eupark]

     choosing to stay in his dorm in favor of intensely long hours spent gaming was one thing, but being asked to stay in his dorm was another. part of him felt as if the entire thing had been an elaborate joke --- some seniors trying to kick off the semester with some sick and twisted excitement. but another part of him --- the rational part, knew it wasn’t a joke. not that he’d say it aloud, though. drakon who?

     jonas was sitting in his bed mindlessly listening to music when his phone started ringing. first instinct told him it was an update from the school, second told him it was his mom. well, his instincts were often wrong.

    “seungah,” he greeted, throwing up his fingers in a peace sign soon after. “how are you holding up?” @euxseungah​

[euxjoonwoo]

OPEN STARTER:

Surfboard cradled under one arm, Joon Woo padded across the beach barefoot towards the campus. The adrenaline rush he had experienced from riding the waves off the coast had quickly fled his body when he realized that his phone had been in his pocket. Unfortunately, it was not a waterproof model and so the device was dead.

The silence was comforting, the early morning--late night?-- sky filled with stars and a silver moon to guide him along the path. Joon Woo looked ahead to the campus only to notice that the campus seemed…dimmer than usual. Why were the academic buildings’ lights off? Was there a power outage?

As he reached campus, it became apparent that something was very wrong. There was no one—Eonia was a ghost town. Joon Woo could feel the air crackle with his nervousness, humidity increasing in intensity. An inhuman shriek sounded in the night sky and suddenly Joon Woo was frozen in place.

What in Hade’s Hell was that?

As he thought that, the sound of someone—something?—approached him. Joon Woo braced themself.

“Who’s there?”

[eusooah]

                                     〈 caught red handed 〉

♡ :「 @euxjoonwoo​​ 」 | grief clouds her mind and this fog is difficult to dispel. her life was normal a mere days ago, or as normal as one could have as a demigod, but in a minute span of time, her world has suddenly shifted, thrown around, tilted on its axis until it’s something she barely recognizes. now it’s time to live with a new normal. 

to keep some semblance of her old normalcy, sooah’s crept out of her cabin in search of an empty practice room so that she can practice her magic. she can’t help but think about the what ifs. what if she was there too? would that make a difference? would it have prevented the loss of her sister? what if it had been her alone with the drakon? would she be able to take on the monster herself? 

though lost and plagued with these thoughts, the only thing she can focus on, the only thought that breaks through the cloud of grief is the need to get stronger. 

fortunately for her, with the lock down going on, it’s much easier to find a room to herself. unfortunately, she knows that she has to be much quieter than normal. she’s not about to get caught by patrol and sent back. she’s going crazy in her grief if she has to return to her cabin. she mumbles a quiet barrier spell to keep out anything dangerous: read: the drakon, before she focuses on a pile of hay that she pretends is the actual drakon. she can vent out her anger on this hay-drakon figure. 

she swears her heart drops the moment the doors to the training room opens, eyes widening as she turns and stares at the looming figure illuminated by a small flame. and her body is plunged deeper into fear and shock when the next thing she knows, the room is suddenly flooded in water. 

hades, this was not how the night was supposed to go. 

[eufreddie]

open !

        many demigods are, for known reasons, eternally restless. a message obviously meant to settle them does nothing at best, and could only spur the rest of the students, many of whom are used to quests and battles, into action. that is, there are probably some kids dumb enough to try taking on the drakon, eonia advisory be damned. she’s pretty sure half of them are going to be from her cabin, and the other half might end up just going solo. all of them stupid as fuck, but so is she, so.

[ text → broadcast ] meet inside weaponry if ur gonna fight the drakon

        she considers a second, i’ll feed u to the drakon if u snitch warning, but decides against it. better not be an asshole to people who might need help and vice versa. freddie hasn’t done this in a while, just messing around in battle classes with the handful of skills she’d picked up as a child. she’d definitely rather not do this, avoid accomplishing acts that would make ares proud, but it’s safer if she manages to gather all the would-be heroes ( victims ) of the drakon. strength in numbers, after all.

        opening the doors to the weaponry, she heads straight to her long unused broadswords. they’re still well-balanced and familiar to the touch; whoever’s in charge of the upkeep of the weapons has maintained them in excellent condition. despite her absolute lack of practice, her dual broadswords return to her hands like old friends; freddie tosses the one in her left hand and catches it easily.

        the door opens, and she tilts her head up in greeting. “’sup,” she calls, “you sure you wanna be drakon feed?”

[euxjoonwoo]

@isangeu​

It was only a half our into their watch and nothing alarming had happened, but Joon Woo couldn’t help the anxiety that swirled inside him. The humidity was starting to form a thin mist, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he had no right to complain—he’d volunteered to help patrol Eonia’s borders after all, but that didn’t mean he was particularly excited at the prospect of running into a drakon or whatever else had been attracted to the university while the barrier had been down. At least he had good, if not quiet, company beside him to wait out the long shift.

“Hey, Isang? Did you know the girl who…,” Joon Woo couldn’t bring himself to say it. The news had been hard to process when he’d first heard. He hadn’t known Paige, but it still saddened him that the whole reason they were doing patrols was because of a young girl’s death. “Um, well, I just can’t help thinking that could’ve been any of us. And now here we are, playing guards in the middle of the night hoping a drakon doesn’t pop out of the bushes.”

Joon Woo paused, a thought suddenly occurring to him. He looked over at Isang curiously. “Wait, why are you patrolling, anyway? I thought you didn’t like fighting?”

[eupark]

     three hours wasn’t a long stretch of time by any means, but by the time 8:45 rolled around, jonas had grown both bored and restless. his stationed lookout group had a total of zero exciting things happen over the past two hours and forty-five minutes; no non-threatening monsters, and certainly no drakon sightings. not that he was all too sure he wanted to face any threat on campus, but it would’ve been and exciting change from sitting around with the three other students in his group.

     he had spent most of the time off his guard and scrolling through his cellphone. it was likely more than half the reason he had been so bored, but he didn’t have half a mind to consider such. a heavy sigh escaped his lips as his attention shifted from the blue screen to the student closest to him. maybe he could have at least a little fun before their shift was over. “hey,” jonas started, jabbing an elbow into the other’s side. “do you think you could distract staff so i can get closer to the breach?” he rose a brow in question. “or you could, like, just run with me.” @euxjoonwoo​

[eupark]

     the apollo house wasn’t exactly the quietest house to be living in on a normal day; the presence of a threat on eonia’s campus made it even worse.. between operating the infirmary and housing some of the loudest children who actively sought out to soothe themselves with music --- well, it  had began to resemble a disaster. not far off from their father’s image, one might suppose.

     since he had volunteered for one of the patrolling shifts near the breach, jonas had missed the initial onslaught in the music room. the room had been left to near ruins, with instruments taken from their rightful place in favor of an apollo child’s room, or the infirmary, to help soothe both the tending and the injured.

     save for one guitar, and the grand piano that always remained situated in the same space. instinct, obviously, drove jonas to the guitar. then, footsteps sounded from behind them, signaling another one of his siblings entrance into the room. “i already called dibs,” he hadn’t; but that didn’t stop him from caressing the guitar like a child might’ve. “good luck carrying the piano.” @eubeck​

[euyifan]

ft. @eupark​

as much as yifan wants to offer his help to improve the situation in any way possible, he knows fully well that he was incapable of that. it’s a jab at his ego, having been capable of most things throughout his life but if there’s one thing he does as well as acknowledging his own strengths, it is facing the reality of its limits and in this case — drakon. yifan’s only combat skill is archery and even that, he does as a sport and not to hunt down a whole ass monster, whom he doubts would even flinch at an arrow shot at him. as much as he hates the idea of being useless at a time like this, he came to terms with it and decided to channel his energy in another output, to work on his vitakinesis abilities. if he finally masters this skill then he could offer aid in the healing process, to whomever paid no heed to the rules and broke out to hunt the creature, retuning scathed from the battle field. that was the least he could do in this situation and he hopes to do it well, if actually doing it was even a possibility at this point. 

what better time than now, that he is stuck in the apollo house, to work on his vitakinesis abilities? he is already a hard worker on an average day but now, faced with more free time and a catastrophe that had befallen the campus, he feels even more pressure to do better and finally master this skill. the thing about yifan is, he works even better with pressure so it isn’t astonishing to see him buried nose deep in his vitakinesis notes all day, everyday. while he’s usually too sucked into his books to take note of his surroundings, a presence looming by the door didn’t go unnoticed by him this time as he looks up to grab the cup of coffee on his table. he jumps a little in his seat, sighing when he realises who it was staring at him from the doorway. “yes, jonas?” he swirls his chair around to face the other with a raised brow, “what do you want?”