<strong>JOINT POST</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://snusercontent.global.ssl.fastly.net/member-profile-full/64/2175164_9159282.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Carter A. Byrd</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Athena<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Athena House<br/><strong>Company::</strong>None<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20th<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Annoyed, Regretful<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1mpr8lRmWBuNkSndVq6AsApXaH/Men-s-Formal-Suit-Waistcoat-Blue-Black-Dark-Green-Business-Banquet-Wedding-Men-Tops-Vest-Fashion.jpg_q50.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>After the group at the elder's home dissipated, Carter thought about what he had done and the reaction of Akira as she left. He started to feel bad about what he had done and how upset she had felt. Yet, at the same time, he still felt annoyed about not being told what was going on. There were plenty of capable fighters here, and he didn't understand why this wasn't told to them. He wanted to do his part in protecting the village, especially Liliana.<br/><br/>But maybe how he and Seth approached the issue wasn't necessarily the right way to do it. He mulled this over as he returned to the Athena house and resumed sitting on the porch steps, like he had done earlier. Ross came out a few minutes earlier and sat down with him, and upon noticing that Carter didn't seem to happy, asked what was wrong. The redhead spoke about what had happened, and made up his mind to apologize later to Akira for the way he had acted. It wouldn't change what he had done, but it would at least be a step in the right directions.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/3872795/751full-casey-taylor.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Oliver Green</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Poseidon<br/><strong>Location::</strong>In front of the Temple<br/><strong>Company::</strong>None<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20th<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Fine<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Muddy steel-toed boots, dark jeans, a grey t-shirt.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>After about a week away from the Village, Oliver was finally returning. He'd spent a week down south a bit, wandering through swampland with a group of his students as they learned how to capture, and identify species of turtles, as well as how to properly mark them, handle snapping turtles, and run away from angry Alligators. By the time the end of the week came, Ollie was glad to return to the village, where he now resided and also worked. Today was supposed to be the day he was able to enter the Temple to speak with his deity, and he was worried he was going to run a tad late. Luckily, everything ran smoothly for once, and he was home before noon.<br/><br/>His backpack, which held a bunch of his supplies, was dropped off in his room, then the man made his way over to the temple. It seemed like a lot of the kids had finished speaking with their Deity already, which was fine by him. Even though he was surrounded by people all the time as a professor at the local college, he still enjoyed being alone over with people.<br/><br/>Easily enough, he made his way down into Poseidon's chamber and positioned himself on the ground in front of the Statue of the old God. "I still don't know why you chose me, considering I fucking hate your Goddamn seas," he said firstly, clear distaste for the large water bodies in his voice. "But you have your reasons. This year, I'm an elder, as I'm sure you know. Anyway, I don't know shit about being an elder. I suppose it's somewhat similar to being a professor, you know? Though, I'm new at that, too." Oliver never truly knew what he was supposed to say as he sat at this statue every year. This year, however, he was a new professor and a new elder, and he asked his God to give him his support in succeeding at both.<br/><br/>Ollie would sit there for a few moments in silence, just letting the calm atmosphere through his body, which became wracked with nerves whenever he thought about his jobs. There was a lot he was responsible for now, but he wasn't going to let any of it show. He would be confident in his abilities, and he would show that to Akira, the held elder, to make her not regret giving him the title of Elder. He was worthy, dammit!<br/><br/>Eventually, the man would stand and bow his head lightly to the statue in front of him. It felt like yesterday he had been crumbling up the paper he received in the mail and scoffed at the God of the Seas, and here he was now, bowing his head in respect to the old God. What a strange world this was. Upon leaving the Temple, Oliver would just go around the side and sit in the grass, leaning his back against the building, and let the sun warm his face. He wasn't much older than most of these kids, and he felt extremely nervous. More and more seemed to pour in, and he was worried that they would not respect his authority or find his teachings worthless because of his age. Age had nothing to do with anything, really. He was just ready to teach them, was all. He'd completed the classes and proved his worth, and now he wanted to share that with them.