[Apollo is soaked. SOAKED. One can hear the Gatekeeper yelling somewhere in the distance. Apollo himself is standing in front of the doors, looking up at the golem who is taking refuge under the small overhang.]

The door's locked. Would someone let me in?

[He doesn't look terribly pleased, either. In fact, he looks downright angry.  When a certain ( Read more... )

[Apollo is seated at a desk, his back to the golem. He's leaning over some papers and books, occasionally marking them as he reads. If you notice the clock next to him, you'll see it's pretty late. He mumbles something as he writes another note, not noticing the golem on him.]

((So! This is where he's been the past two weeks; holed up at a desk,  ( Read more... )

[Ten-year-old Apollo is seated cross-legged on the elevator,staring up at the ceiling. He's not doing anything other than that. He's rather tempted to press the buttons, and one can see him glance over occasionally. Of course, he has no idea how to work it and it'll probably end up being a mess if he does try. Finally, he stands up and walks over ( Read more... )

[It's late. Almost time for the guests at the Order to be in bed. It's just about time for curfew, actually. Apollo is seated on the floor, leaning against the wall of the lounge. His face is rather red, and his hair is a complete mess. He chuckles, raising a hand to brush the bangs out of his eyes. The skin looks pretty burnt in spots, but he's ( Read more... )

[Apollo is seated safely on his bed, staring blankly at his golem and it pitters around the blankets. He looks a bit pale, almost shaken as he starts talking.]

There is a gigantic, hairy monster in the cafeteria...a scaly...thing in the canal and a dinosaur outside. A dinosaur.  A D-DINOSAUR.
I don't know what's going on, but I'm not the only one to ( Read more... )