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No not really. Thanks, I wish you the best. 

You obviously don’t know the professors well enough for that. But it’s not like I care. Like I said, nobody likes arrogance.

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I plan on winning, I want a bed. I also to see the look on the faces. I'm sure the professors won't give them food if they do a bad job.

You can think what you want. Some of these guys are too competitive and won’t stop until they crush anyone around them. They get food either way so I’m sure they don’t care.

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Fine. I'm pretty sure I'm still gonna kick ass though? Or at least keep going until I do? That is true, but I'm pretty sure they want food.

That’s a stupid question since there’s a shield to restricts everyone’s powers. And nobody likes arrogance especially when the two girls timing could easily sabotage you.

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There are no restrictions on powers this go around? I'm gonna kick ass... not that I wouldn't have anyways.

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Amphitrite’s Class Schedule 

HIS 287 - Mortal Studies - 7:30 to 8:15

WRI 300 - Mortal Literature - 8:30 to 9:15

Archery - 9:30 to 10:15

Aquatic Manipulation - 10:30 to 11:15

HIS 406 - History of the Human Race - 12:30 to 1:15

Weapon Control - 1:30 to 2:15

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Amphitrite floated on her back, hair splayed, and her fingers and toes wiggling in the water. She was concentrating, using the water underneath her fingertips to drift her in the direction that she wanted to go. It may be summer break, but if she stopped practicing, well, things could get hectic. So, she floats around in the lake devoid of fish thinking about what Morpheus said, judging. Was she judgy? She tried not to be, or at least, she thought she did, guess not. Slowly, she twirled the water more around her fingers, making small tendrils extend into the air and twist and turn above her head. It was easier in the lake, where something was holding her hand and holding her up.  It was simple. Until she heard a noise, through the water, to her right and quickly all of the water above her head, fell onto her face. Sputtering, she quickly righted herself and looked at her interrupter. "Yes?"

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Years of practice. Really truly, all I want is just a peanut butter and jelly.

"You’re such a charmer, you know that? Fine, what can a grab you, Princess?"

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I hope you are, I’ve refrained from throwing a balloon at you this entire two second conversation… On another note, I think I’m too tired to attempt it anyways.

"I actually don’t know if I’m feeling that generous."

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If you could grab the loser something, that would rock… Or not…

"I went the entire day without getting any paint on me, so excuse me while I reward myself with some form of food."

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"I guess I kind of deserved that, huh? Oh, no, this competition is for bragging rights, which I don't think the girls will be receiving, sadly" Feeling the water slowly drip down her scalp, Amphitrite shook out her hair whipping it up in a bun. Thinking that they would work even better together, Amphitrite held out a water balloon in truce. "You wanna help?"

"That’s nice to know." She smiled at her, nodding her head. "Well, does that matter? Isn’t this just for fun?" Looking next to Amphitrite, Persephone saw the bucket of balloons and reached down for one, throwing it up and catching it in her hand. "Feels kind of heavy." She took a step closer to the girl and brought balloon over her head, popping it as she smiled, and then shrugged. "At least there was no paint in it."

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"Fuck." Persephone had appeared, right in front of her and obviously wasn't messing around. "Would you believe me if I said that you weren't my intended target?" She paused. "Also, if we were going to throw down, I think I would beat you... Just some food for thought." Amphitrite realized what a horrible decision it was to gode on Persephone, but she couldn't help herself. "At least there was no paint in it?"

She’d started to pull at her shirt in vein attempts to get it to dry. A voice that sounded weirdly and dramatically like a guy’s, responded to her and she looked up again. Scanning the building, she saw no one and scowled. “I will!”. Walking in, she looked around, walking fast. Finding no one, she transported herself to the second floor. And there she was- Amphitrite. She smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed and her eyebrow raised. “You wanna go?”

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Hearing a too effeminate voice for her waterballoon to have hit it's intended target and the obvious animosity, Amphitrite elected to not look and see who her victim is. Trying to intimidate Zeus's voice she yelled back, "Deal with it!" and dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Persephone had just gotten out of the cabin and was going to get a snack. It was sunny and nice and she walked without a care in the world. That is until she was drenched. She screamed out of surprise, her hands rubbing her face to get the water off. She looked down to herself, her shirt now see-through, evidently proving that she did get ambushed. Hearing the voice, she turned to glare up at whoever it was. “You’re going to regret that!”

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Amphitrite walked over to her bucket, laying next to her feet, and grabbed the largest balloon. She tossed it from hand to hand as she walked to the window, maniacal grin on her face.  Sticking her head out the second floor window, she found her target. She quickly darted her head back in the window and launched the balloon at her target's face. "Sorry, not sorry!!"

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I'm really excited. Really, really, excited.

"By you’re expression I can’t tell whether you’re actually excited or if you just think I’m crazy."

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Hell yah!

"Water balloon wars. Now that’s more my style."

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Exactly, it's their personality? But never the less, that is surprisingly good advice. Who knows if I'll follow it, but it sounds good. 

Whatever. I’m just saying that you should consider it instead of judging them for their personalities. You get nowhere. But that’s my opinion since that’s not my problem. If I did that, I wouldn’t be friends with the guys I’m friends with and they’re all nice when you get to know them. So yeah, learn from that.

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Yes, sometimes, maybe... once. It has happened, and that isn't food for thought, that is a freaking five course meal for thought. The ones where you are left afterward wanting to puke from eating so much.

I don’t think it is. Have you ever actually held any actually conversations with them without acting like they’re the worse things around? Maybe getting to know them would be a bit better than judging based off a small conversation or what you hear or see. Their lives could be a lot more different that what you perceive it to be. It’s called not judging a book by it’s cover, learn it and do it sometime. Everyone is different than how they appear to be and they all have their problems. Food for thought.