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Kore....

[She adjusted the golden tiara on her head and pulled her veil lower. Her fingers were trembling]. It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, you better go and eat. You haven't eaten a piece of rice since breakfast yesterday. [Her bitten lips were trembling, and her delicate neck was covered with a delicate layer of cotton].

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[standing before Kore’s door, on his own this time, Ethan feels his soul pouring to the corners of his being. his fingers tap nervously on the tip of his sword, unable to find their peace. his eye feels like it’s burning, and the empty socket of his sacrifice itches with fire-like tension as well. he cannot find the courage to knock]

Ethan: Kore…?

[silence. the boy can already feel the fire in his temples being drowned out by tears.]

Ethan: Kore, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how to tell you. Kronos… he shouldn’t have… you… I’m so sorry.

Ethan:

Ethan: I don’t know if you’re there. But I want to know that you’re safe. Because, because I… I think I might have made a mistake, something that it’s eternally unfair to you. Really ironic coming from the son of justice. Kore?

[more silence. ethan, struggling to listen, manages to distinguish a few whispers and a… sort of meowing?]

[the door opens suddenly]

Ethan: *wide eyed* Chris? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at camp?

Chris: Shouldn’t you be serving your Lord, Ethan? Come inside. Kore is here. I thought it would be bad for her to be bothered, again, but she wants to see you.

Ethan: Thank you, thanks, I have to-

Chris: At least we’ll have you say your apologies to her face. I’m afraid I might suspect what you tried now.

Ethan: Don’t tell me you spoke to him! Did Lee tell you what we… talked?

Chris: I know you meant well. But you have to come inside, theatrics serve no one, especially not Kore.

Ethan: *nods and gulps*

[Kore was sitting on her bed, gently playing with her new kitten, Rachel, who was gently biting her finger. She looked fragile and vulnerable, she looked like an ordinary girl... A finger-shaped bruise burned like a brand on her neck]. Hi, Ethan. [Her voice was soft and affectionate, despite her hoarseness, she still looked at Ethan with warmth and a smile on her face. Even if Ethan couldn't protect her, he couldn't help her]. I'm not mad at you, and please don't be mad at yourself, Ethan...

[It was really too much for him - Ethan took a step towards her, his gait was shaky and uncertain, as if every step hurt him. Halfway there, he couldn't stand it and fell to the floor right at her feet]. Oh, Darin*. [She tilted her head to the side, a veil of long hair hid her face, including the silvery streaks of salt that shone on her cheeks].

[Ethan was crying against her knees, his tears soaked into the fabric of her dress, his cold face pressed against her warm skin. He mumbled words of forgiveness and blamed himself endlessly for his inability to help her. He couldn't stop Kronos, he couldn't persuade her brother, he couldn't help her himself, and he couldn't find someone who could...

Chris was standing by the door, leaning against the wall and staring at the floor]..

ダーリン (darin) – “darling” ••• @catihere

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Chris: Kore?

[despite his build, the boy seemed rather awkward. on his face was painted an expression of concern, his cheeks were scarred, and in his arms he held a strange green towel]

Chris: I know I’m not supposed to be here. But I talked to Ethan, and… never mind, the point is that I needed to know you were fine. And on my way here, I found… *sighs and tenderly unfolds the towel* this.

[from inside, a tiny kitten raises its head. it’s black, a deep and beautiful midnight hue. Chris smiles sadly]

Chris: I just wanted to cheer you up, with, I guess, a gift. She doesn’t have a name yet, and she’s a stray, but I thought this would be a pleasant job for you! Hah… I hope it’s a pleasure rather than a burden. I don’t know how to help… I’m sorry, hermanita.

[Kore woke up when the door to her room opened, the flash of panic was short but intense - a painful knot in her stomach that disappeared by itself when she made out the contours of a familiar figure in the doorway. She lay on her bed, propped up on her elbows. Her appearance, as Chris unconsciously noted, was rather sloppy, although Kore usually kept herself in absolute order - her long blonde hair was tangled and disheveled, her face was swollen and her eyes were reddish, but her dress in which she slept looked fresh and clean].

Hello, Chris. [Kore's voice is usually clear and melodious, loud enough but soft, sounded hoarse and quiet. In the warm dim light of the hallway, Chris saw a bright purple bruise in the shape of Luke's fingers on her neck. The cold in his stomach was like the tip of a poisoned blade, his heart stopped for a minute]. I'm... I'm glad that you came to visit me and check on me no matter what... It really means a lot to me... Corazón. [She stretched out her hands and clenched and unclenched her fingers. Chris understood everything and went over to her bed, sitting on the very edge. Kore knelt down and pressed her whole body against him, as usual she was warm and soft. Chris allowed himself to bury his face in the curve of her neck, and she buried her face in his chest, it was wet and cold...]

[The kitten nestled surprisingly comfortably between their bodies and purred softly with pleasure, losing its tiny body against Kore, the feeling of her body's closeness was really like the caress of the midday sun]. And thanks for bringing this cute baby. She's really lovely. It will be a great pleasure for me to have her by my side.

[Kore picked up the kitten, still wrapped in a towel, and lovingly caressed her cheek against its face. The kitten purred even louder with pleasure, responding to her caress. Her wet little tongue gently touched her skin, leaving a tiny mark on her cheek]. How about calling her Rachel? [Kore's voice sounded affectionate despite the hoarseness, and his eyes shone softly with tenderness].

[Chris smiled at her affectionately, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, which was trembling slightly, he was going to answer that this was a wonderful option for a wonderful little creature. But the next minute, strange and quiet sounds were heard outside the door of Kore, the son of Hermes and the daughter of Apollo froze in fear for a short minute. But suddenly Kore's face cleared and softened, and his dry and bitten lips gently shut up into a smile. She looked at him with warm sadness in her eyes, and when she spoke, her voice sounded even quieter and slightly trembling]. Chris... It's Ethan. Please open the door for him.

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[on the hallway outside Kore’s chamber, a strange assortment of steps echo. whispers hide and tangle behind her door.]

Ethan: *quietly, peeking his head past her room’s doorframe* Kore? Kore, Kore get up quickly, He’s…

Ethan: *gulps* …coming. My Lord, the Oracle’s room, as commanded.

[from behind him, two figures step into the warm light]

Kronos: Ah, yes. Our praised Oracle. Our… Kore.

[the empousa by his side snarls and gives Kore a mischievous grin]

Kelli: Isn’t she the loveliest! Our lovely, sweet sweet Kore!

Ethan: *glares at the girl and mouths* He wants…tell him…

Kronos: Quiet, empousa! We are here for serious matters, not your foolish endeavors. Now. *gets closer to the girl*

Kronos: Your visions… the war. I want all the information you have to be shared. *sitting down on her bed, his cold voice has strange specks of light in it* What could my wonderful Oracle tell me?

[Let it be known that Hayashi's Kore Pythia was not fearful or timid. Quite the contrary - those around her, from her family to ordinary passers-by, said that she looked incapable of experiencing fear. Brave as a child when she played with snakes found in the grass while other children ran away screaming, brave later when her bloodline was revealed and she began to see the future, which she hated with a burning, poisonous passion. But was she afraid of it? No, Kore was not afraid of her own future or those around her. Grief, regret, anger, love and never fear. Aphrodite's son seemed to have no power over her. But now her lower back was buzzing and covered with small goosebumps, cold under her skin. Icy sweat trickled down the back of her neck and down her back, a lump froze in her throat, suffocating and huge as a whole stone. In front of her, Kronos in Luke's body, with eyes like the most magnificent gold and the sweetest liquid honey, looking too good and surreal, like some small god, like Hecate who looked too irresistible and exciting. And Kore was afraid of him, as she was afraid of no one, not even her father, Apollo, who burned her thin skin and vulnerable flesh. Her heart stopped in her chest, and her hand almost stretched out, unconsciously seeking comfort in Ethan, who stood on the left side of her closed door and looked at her as if she were dying. But she remained herself, remained a girl who cared little about herself and who knew how to put herself together in tiny pieces and at least look decent even if it was a fragile mask. Instead of seeking solace, her hand jerked to her hair, removing the ribbon holding the ponytail and sweeping long strands into the air - liquid shining gold resembled a silk veil that gently fell over her lowered, almost as if in reverence, shoulders and trickled down to her soft shins. She half-closed her eyes, knowing that under her shining eyelashes her eyes were slowly turning green, the smile came out unconsciously, small and hazy. She looked like an ancient Priestess, traditional and meek, Kronos liked the tradition, right?].

Greetings, my lord, Kronos Uranides, child of heaven and earth, husband of the great Rhea and father of the great six... Lord of the World. [Her voice sounded soft and respectful, she kept her head low and briefly pressed her lips to his fingers - they were like cool silk on her sharply parched lips. Part of her thought it was her choice, her choice belonged to him. She accepted him no matter how bad he was]. And Kellonia Hecatnides, the Senior and mightiest among the Empousai, daughter of the goddess Hecate and the daimon Mormo. [the smile that Kelli gave her might have looked affectionate if it hadn't been for too many sharp fangs or the fire in her blood-red eyes. Kore was thinking about her cheerleader uniform, in another world now at her seventeen she could wear the same one instead of a chiton to serve the oracle].

Of course, my lord... I am happy to be pleasing and helpful to you. The war will begin... [She talks, talks a lot and frankly, as before, speaks as always. The words flow in an intermittent river, she describes in detail everything from Percy Jackson's acceptance of the curse of Achilles to Hades joining the fight for the sake of his son, Nico Di Angelo. She talks and talks without ever stopping, even if her throat is painfully compressed, and her tongue seems to be cut by hundreds of small blades. Kronos looks at her with pleasure, his hand gently squeezes her throat, his fingers caress the carotid artery, Kelli watches this as an interesting show, Ethan's trembling fingers grip the scabbard of his sword... It was her choice and Kore Pythia Hayashi never gave up her choice].

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Hello! As I’m gathering my ideas about Kore and what interactions could come next, I have a pretty strange question. Do you think you could give me a rough height for her? I’m asking because I’m currently drawing a sheet of my favorite TA ocs, and I need to get an idea about how she’d look like next to the others. Thank you!

Hello!! I am glad to interact with you again :)

And I am incredibly pleased and thrilled that you are painting my Kore and she is your favorite OC.

Her height leaves 6ft 2.02in, [188cm] she is a really tall girl.

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Hi Charley! could you do the aesthetics for my OC - @kore-pythia-hayashi?

Of course!

Here it is:

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Hey, friend! I was wondering how was Halloween this year at Othrys, since I wasn’t here to see. Did you, Ethan and Al have fun? I know Alabaster is especially excited around his mother’s season.

Chris

[Kore left her sewing to smile at Chris and wave gently at him. The half-finished product on her lap looked round and soft green]. It was really fun! Al and Ethan invited me, and we went like a Threesome. Lady Hecate was sweet and welcoming, and the party was really great. And I was wearing a Cassandra of Troy costume.

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Ethan: Hello again.

Ethan: You know, we had talked about siblings before. How you wished that, in another universe maybe, you’d be closer to yours at Camp. You know -it’s stupid, I know it’s stupid- lately I’ve been seeing Alabaster with his siblings a lot. Training, practicing, playing, whatever. They mean so much to him, oh my God Kore, I don’t know what he’d become without them. And it’s been making me feel… I don’t even know. Envious? It’s like baby fever, but like, for siblings. Sibling fever. I’ve never wanted a sibling so badly before, and it hits me now?

Ethan: Even if I had a pretty darn big extended family, I think I still sort of despised growing up an only child. Nemesis has a few more children in the Army, but… we’re not that close. *he looks down and goes quiet for a moment.*

Ethan: Anyway, it’s very stupid of me to feel like that right now. Imagine if I did have a sibling, and they were forced to see me… yeah. You know the drill. No child deserves that.

[Kore gently squeezed Ethan's hand in hers, her palm was slightly larger than his and silky, very warm as usual. Her cold blue eyes looked sad like a frozen lonely lake]. I could have had a brother. Not in the sense of the son of Apollo from the camp, but a real full-blooded brother.

Apollo wanted to come to my dad again, but Dad was angry and offended at him... from me. Therefore, they did not have a second child. [Kore gently laid Ethan's head on her chest, her heart beating in a soothing rhythm, and her sweater was fluffy and delicate. Her fingers played gently with his hair]. Sometimes I think what would have happened if Dad had let Apollo in and they had a son. My younger brother. I think he wouldn't be like me, without the oracle inside and with the usual set of powers Apollo Baby.

[Kore spoke slowly, as if afraid of something]. I have a lot of feelings about this - sadness because I didn't have him, envy because my potential brother could have lived his whole life, longing because I ache to have him around, humility because in the end he had no chance of existence. [Kore realized that tears were streaming down her face, quickly jerked her hand and roughly wiped them with a fluffy sleeve. Tiny threads remained on her cheeks stuck to the salt]. I'm sorry I started talking selfishly about myself, Ethan... I just wanted to support you and tell you that what you're experiencing is normal, I'm experiencing it too... eventually our brothers would have to see our or deal with the consequences of our actions...

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Ethan: Hello, Kore! I’m glad to see you.

Ethan: *sits next to her* It’s been a few days, huh? Kronos has been keeping me closer and closer as his… guard. It’s a role that’s been confusing me for some time. Why am I of all the soldiers put in such an important position of being close to our… Lord at all times? I’m certainly not the most experienced, nor the strongest recruit. But he seems to have his favorites.

Ethan: Actually, he seems quite strangely fond of you. Maybe just because you’re our Oracle? Or…

[Kore smiled fleetingly at Ethan and pushed a plate of sweets closer to him - the mochi were lush and delicate, a bed pink shade, and an elegant yunomi appeared almost imperceptibly next to him]. I think it's because you're the most reliable and trustworthy. A child of Nemesis who wants to achieve justice and balance and is ready to do anything for it. If I were our lord, I would make you my guard.

And Ethan, please stop underestimating yourself- I've seen you fight and train several times, it was more than impressive and you have enough experience along with a mind that you use correctly. [Kore leaned very close to him to pour tea - her warm breath touched the top of his head, and her protruding pelvic bone in place of the junction of the waist with the trunk rested against his back]. And about Kronos's attitude towards me...

[The corner of her upper lip twitched painfully, she imperceptibly squeezed her apron with her hand]. Don't think about it too much okay? You have other things to worry about besides me. [She held the heavy teapot surprisingly easily, gracefully tilting it - a thin sparkling stream of a delicate green shade gently filled the cup, smelling sweetly and exuding a thin smoke].

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Ethan (young): Kore? Sorry. But you said that you have powers, right? You know things about the future. Could you tell me… about… my mom. Please.

Ethan: Will I ever meet her? Please, please, Kore, tell me anything and I’ll accept it. I just want to be assured that she at least knows about my existence, even though she might despise it. Does she love me? Why does Hecate talk to Alabaster all the time, and my mom hasn’t spoken to even once? *he grabs your hand and shakes at its burning warmth* Am I doing anything wrong, Kore? What can I do to get her attention?

[Kore knelt down in front of the little boy, gently placing her hands on his shoulders - they were affectionately soft and pleasantly warm]. She remembers that you exist, she thinks about you, she loves you in her own way... [Kore bit her lip, thinking and choosing her words]. But the gods fully embody their possessions, in fact, the gods are their possessions in humanoid shell...

Nemesis is the goddess of revenge, justice and balance. These spheres do not imply warmth, softness or anything like that at all. This is intelligence, coldness, restraint and severity, anger and pain - if this is revenge. [Kore tried to speak distantly, like repeating what was written on a piece of paper, but her hands were gentle as she stroked Ethan's head and held his palm in hers]. Nemesis is primarily the goddess of her domains, and only secondarily your mother... She loves you in her own way. But her love can be painful, distant and difficult. And you'll meet her sooner or later anyway.

[She hugged Ethan to her, his head snuggled under her chin and her soft warm arms gently hugged him]. She is the goddess of her domain, but she is also your mother... You have never been and will never be to blame for the way she behaves with you.

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About Ellon:

When he will eventually get to camp, will he tell people about his beloved sister and her unfair death? What reactions would he get?

Elle will not tell about her, perhaps this is a manifestation of possessiveness - his sister is only his, or maybe he does not want her name to be defamed - there were angry and dissatisfied people in the camp, those who lost their loved ones, those who suffered, those who hated everyone who left and was not on the side of Olympus and camp half-blood.

The oracle of Kronos was also among the despised, if this Apollo girl had been on their side and given them an advantage, many deaths and destruction could have been avoided, but no, this girl was on the side of the enemy and only for this many people were angry and hated her.

Ellon is astute and smart, Kore has always repeated this with admiration, he quickly connects his sister and this mysterious Oracle who was hated at best by only half of the camp.

Even Will was angry at her and resented why she was on the side of their enemy. The hatred was deeply hidden and denied, but it was there and Ellon saw it perfectly.

Ellon would not tell about her and her death, just so that she would not be vilified and hated posthumously.

They would hate her and speak her name with contempt. She didn't deserve this.

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In the timeline where Kore would have ended up at camp, would she tell her friends and siblings about her death? If so, how would they react? How would they -pointlessly- attempt to save her?

Kore was forced to hide her prophetic abilities, and she never told anyone about them in this timeline. Some people paid attention and Kore half lied to them that it was just an "intuition" that Michael also possessed to some extent.

Oh, they would be depressed and angry, yes, they would try. They would have tried to keep her safe and locked her up somewhere where no one could get to her, given her all the protection they could... although it would have been useless and Kore would have died anyway.

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Hello!

Your character, Kore, makes me think of a really light and fresh green (the shade I’m thinking about would be #AFE1AF). This seems like an unusual choice for a daughter of Apollo, but I think that green holds a special symbolism for her.

And for the creator of this character: a really gentle shade of yellow. Or perhaps pink. You’re so sweet.

Thank you ❤

It's really wonderful and beautiful.

Green is really the color of Kore - her connection with the Delphic oracle, her connection and love for snakes, the fact that this color itself very much embodies her - soothing and gentle, pleasant to the eyes and evoking a feeling of warmth.

And yes, I think light yellow or pink really suits me.

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It sounds amazing.

Hello lovely mutuals

Would you mind if I just popped into your inboxes to tell you a color/a food you remind me of? Or would that be weird? /gen

Idc man I just feel like doing that

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How do you think your life would have been different if you ended up at Camp Half-Blood instead of here? And… if you would have never met us, obviously.

-Chris.

Part of the nonsense associated with the oracle is the opportunity to very well and excessively irealistic magine "what could have been", you can compare this with seeing a possible future that could well have happened. [Kore looked at Chris with a calm, slightly cool gaze]. For example, you had a high chance of being an ordinary mortal, your father could have been your mom's ex-boyfriend and he would have been better at fatherhood than Hermes, at least he would have remembered your existence.

As for sending me to Camp half-blood, Apollo decided to keep me on a short leash and under surveillance and I... [Kore wrinkled up as if she had eaten a lemon]. With her hair cut off to the chin and a few pretty accessories - bracelets on her wrist and ankles made of python skin, as a warning, I went to camp with a group of swans who were aggressively determined to protect me. They were nice, but still not my type.

It was very good in the camp - Apollo immediately claiming me and the seventh cabin was sweet and loving, I had several good friends - Valentina, Travis and Clovis, who loved sleeping on me, only Chiron "secretly" looked after me at the request of my father. I hid most of my abilities and was at first just an assistant, and then a healer.

But my fate didn't change much, it was the same equally good and bad - I hid my abilities and couldn't help even when I could, I suffered because of it, but I had my brothers and sisters...

Lee would have died because of me, during the attack on the camp from the labyrinth, I got a dose of visions and just wandered around the battlefield like shell-shocked... he saved me from the giant by sacrificing himself, his brain fluid mixed with blood got on my face. Michael is the Head Counselor, I'm his assistant.

I can be said to be a maternal figure for the younger ones and the last living bulwark of support and understanding for the last elder, - I hold Will's hand, I hug Kayla and do not sleep at night because of Austin's nightmares, Michael sometimes clings to me and repeats my name like a prayer "Kore" sounds twisted and bitter.

I also die during the Battle of Manhattan-only a dagger in the stomach is an accident. A fatal stray accident. Will sobs and begs not to leave him. I'm trying to say I'm sorry.…

[Kore's face was calm and bitter, humble and her voice sounded even, almost monotonous]. I was doomed in any case, it's just that in this case I would have been next to my siblings and one of them would have been next to me on my deathbed.

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Rip Kore and Silena you would have loved doing silly TikTok dances together and baking treats for your loved ones

Rip Kore and Ethan you would have loved going on little trips together in quiet places, joking and singing, pretending that you’re, for once, normal teenagers

Rip Kore and Luke you would have loved waking up early in misty mornings and chatting about life and about the future, sharing the littlest things with each other and healing together

However, it's all so beautiful and gentle, Kore, who just stupidly dances with Silena, feeling her as her older sister, walks and sings with Ethan, feeling like ordinary teenagers with him and slowly heals with Luke - it's so wonderful. And that will never happen... They really are the epitome of a doomed friendship.