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Tylar had officially arrived in Concordia a month and a half ago. If she was being honest, she had done her best to avoid the people she saw as weirdoes this entire time. But finally, it was sinking in that what they were, what she was, wasn’t weird or abnormal at all. It was simply different.

That morning, Tyler pulled herself out of bed and, like every morning, stared at her calendar for a moment, taking time into perspective and realizing how real this entire, strange situation was. If she was being completely fair, the people who had been here since the beginning of Concordia probably felt more home-sick than she did. Of course, Tylar never claimed that she was a completely fair person. In fact, her morning ritual of staring at the calendar and systematically counting the days away from home was her time of the day to be completely immersed in her selfish feelings.

As she wrote the number of days on her calendar in small, neat writing, she finally decided it was time to dispose of this ritual and accept her position amongst the Demi-Gods of Concordia. As if to christen her new found courage, Tylar entered her tiny closet with the intention of dressing to tackle Concordia.

It was nearly noon and the sun was high in the sky, beat down on the island and making the air humid and hot. To match the weather, Tylar pulled on a scoop neck tank top with pretty beading around the neckline and some short denim shorts. To finish off her outfit she slid her feet into some classic Chuck Converse and left her apartment, not bothering to lock the door because she didn’t know where her key was anyway.

Tylar’s plan was to find the most central area and immerse herself in the culture. Go big or go home, right? Well she couldn’t really go home so big was her only option. From the balcony of her little studio apartment Tylar could see the roof of the food court. The smells wafting toward her on the winds were always so wonderful it was a wonder Tylar hadn’t made it over there yet. But she follow the unfamiliar path to a large pavilion type building and took a deep breath before stepping through the door.

The food court was alive with business. There were demi-gods everywhere. Like seriously. Everywhere. And they were all laughing and talking and running around like normal, everyday people would at a mall on the mainland, which blew Tylar’s mind. How could so many of them be completely fine with the way they were force to live their lives. It was beyond ridiculous. Nevertheless, Tylar pushed through the crowd until she found a place that smelled like it must be amazing and grabbed herself some food.

As she walked through the large room with her tray, Tylar noticed that many of the demi-gods were scrapping a bit of their food into some huge fire before they sat down to eat. What. The. Heck. Why on earth would someone burn perfectly good, completely delicious food? It made absolutely no sense at all. Despite thinking they were all completely mad, Tylar followed suit, scrapping some food into the flames and whispering ‘thanks’ under her breathe like she had seen a younger girl do.

Finally, now that her food was getting cold, Tylar found herself a spot at a mostly empty long table and took a bite. She decided it would be significantly more delicious if it had still been hot but it was still really good. She took a long sip of whatever pop she had grabbed and looked around, still not sure what to do to really get herself involved with conversation without looking completely freaky.

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Being a Demi-God was the strangest thing he had ever dealt with in his entire life. He was suddenly a son of some Roman Goddess of Love and Lust? What on earth was he supposed to do with that sort of information? And they had all sorts of weird traditions! He had just learned today that he was supposed to offer the best piece of food from his plate into a fire and offer it to his 'mother'. Why would he waste perfectly good food like that!?

Still, he walked over to the earth and lifted a perfectly delicious looking cupcake off his plate. He could just grab another one, right? "Hey... erh...mom?" he started, "here is this cupcake that's all sweet and stuff... you like that kind of stuff, right?" he tossed the cupcake into the flames and winced a little as the sweet smell reached his nostrils. Magic was just too dang weird.

Now he had to find somewhere to sit. Great. He saw a girl on the other side of the flames, looking just as confused and concerned as he felt. So, he decided to just follow her to a table and sat down across from her. After a moment of the two of them picking at their food, Link finally looked up. "Hey-uh-you new here too?"

@tylar

Tylar watched the boy sitting across from her out of the corner of her eye. As if being here wasn't weird enough, the person who had sat down near her didn't even say anything. She sucked in a deep breath and did her best to not stare him down like the complete creeper she felt like she was. When he finally spoke, Tylar released the breathe she had been holding and put on a shy, sad smile, "Yeah. Not the most inviting place, is it?" She looked over her shoulder at the large, bustling room, and started to regret coming out in the world today. She would have been better of in her apartment alone. But then again, maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad?

"It's pretty... Intimidating, for sure," Link answered. Really, he hadn't even been here a day and he met another new girl, two now, and got a job as a drummer at the club. It actually wasn't half bad except for the fact that he was a Demi-God and had the power to instill lust into people... Well, there wasn't much he could do about that. "So, did you get a job or anything yet?" He asked, taking a large bite of his food.

Tylar had finished what she had decided to call macaroni and cheese, even though it was full of bacon and she figured it was made with white cheddar instead of the general American cheese. It had tasted really good, despite being somewhat cool from the screwing around with the hearth stuff, "Intimidating..." She said slowly, licking her spoon, "Yeah...that's a word for it I guess." She laughed and started in on some French fries that tasted like that had been seasoned with gold. She sighed, in bliss. She loved food.

When he asked her about work, she was actually sort of proud that she could nodded happily, "Somehow I got hired on as a Healer." She said excitedly, "But, I'm not an Apollo kid so don't even think it." She laughed and reached her hand across to table for him to shake, "Tylar Evans, Daughter of Hebe."

"I just mean that there are so many people who already knew they were half God," he explained "So I just feel pretty stupid walking around here having just found out last night," he shrugged. He took a bite of food from his own plate, relishing in the fact that it tasted amazing. He made an audible sound of pleasure and closed his eyes for a short moment.

A healer? That was a pretty important profession. He nodded, impressed as she explained it. And she explained the Apollo kid thing... "Well, I don't know the stereotypes anyway," he smiled and laughed a little too, reaching his hand over to shake hers. "Link Gates!" he said happily. Then he added, "Oh, erh, son of Venus."

Tylar smiled, "Venus?" She looked to the ceiling for a moment in thought, trying to remember what she was all about, "Love and all that?" Ty asked innocently, tilting her head to the side and popping a French fry in her mouth. She wondered what that must be like. For her, her power stressed her out. It made her second guess everyone's motive for getting to know her. That's why she intended to keep it to herself as much as possible.

"Love, Lust and whatnot," Link said, trying not to dwell on it too much. He wasn't exactly proud of his abilities... but he didn't hate the love part of it all. Love was an important thing, right? Even if Fin never planned on making it a major part of his life. At least, not right now! Yikes. "Imma be honest though, my abilities are way more than I can handle," he put an L shape onto his forehead with his thumb and index finger. Then he laughed and lowered his hand, taking a bite from his burger.

She couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped her lips. She shook her head, "You have no idea." She said dramatically. Tylar leaned across the table so that only he could hear, "I can't even tell people my power because everyone will want me to use it on them." She whispered, rolling her eyes, "Like immortality is even that great a thing."

Link leaned forward as she did and chuckled a little at her mention of immortality. "I'll be honest. Immortality is only a good concept if you're immortal through something. Like an accomplishment. Like, I'd like to be 'immortal'," he made the little quote marks with his fingers, "because people love my music forever, you know? But I don't want to live forever personally. Your secret is safe with me," he said with a big, goofy smile. It was an interesting thought though, immortality. "So, will you never get old? I mean, you've had to age at least to how old you are now, right?"

Tylar relaxing, nodding, "Yeah, I agree." She bit her lip and sent a death glare to an overly attentive boy down the table from them. He averted his eyes, suddenly very interested in his pudding, "I can turn it on and off." She explained, "At least for myself. For others it has to be renewed every year, like a weird library book or something." She rolled her eyes, "And it only works if you're within, maybe, thirty miles? If you leave my direct vicinity you're screwed. It seemed like a very unhappy contract to me, but you'd be surprised how many people want it."

So, she could turn it on and off. That was... super weird. "So, for yourself, if you wanted to be seventeen for a few years you could and then just grow normally for another year when you decided you wanted to be eighteen?" this was giving him a headache. "After a while you wouldn't actually know how old you are! Crazy," he shook his head. "Hmm... that is strange. You'd have people hanging around you. Honestly, if I were you I'd probably just use it with like... a lover or something," he felt weird saying 'lover' for that wasn't really his style... "Like if you got married some day. In however many years you let yourself grow old enough to get married!" He smiled and chuckled, but there was that headache again. Woo, what fun!

Tylar tilted her head to the side, "Yeah, I guess. I always thought I would never use it for anyone." She sighed, "How can I knwo people want to be around me for me or if they just want to be immortal?" Glaring at her food, she took another bite and shook her head, "It's so unfair."

He could understand why she didn't want to use it for anyone... especially with the strong possibility that people would only be around her for that reason only. "Hmm... good point," he stated, spacing out into thoughts of his own ability for a moment. He could never really know if a girl liked him for him, or if they just wanted him because of his powers. He felt like HE was the one manipulating people, and that was the last thing he wanted. Better to avoid girls all together. "Maybe you can come up with some kind of test... for one, don't tell people about the power until you've known them for a while. That's an idea... but there's got to be something easier than that." He tried to brainstorm.

((gaah Pan is a jerrrkk and now i'm thinking about that XD))

Tylar nodded, agreeing that she wished there was something easier, "I don't think that there is an easier way. I just have to lie about who I am until I know someone..." She bit her lip sadly, "Or just don't actually get to know anyone at all..." Leaning her face on her palm she looked up at Link, "AT least there's you, right?"

It was as if someone hit her with a ton of bricks, "What if, before I tell anyone, I ask what they would do if they were immortal? Lie playing 20 questions or something."