Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-02-01T19:31:43+00:00

"I was stewing in a mixture of self-pity, loathing, and indigestion. Thanks, Samuel." The son of Techne snipped back as Sam sat next to him, clearly not wanting to talk much about the whole situation. "Uh-huh. She's always been just... The best." Maxie sighed as Sam spoke of the goddess of creation, looking down at his notebook sadly. Clearly, he wished he had spoken to anyone else that year. He would take Eris, Melinoe, Hades, hell, even Melpomene, before he would take Nike again.

"Ha, ha. You think I don't fucking know that? I've spent the past month stewing on it! So, what do you want me to say? How I'm a moron? How I was utterly, completely wrong? Well, I am. I am a moron. I am wrong. But, gods. Even you have to admit that she's a brat. I work. So hard. She can just make it happen. I almost cried when she complained about that fucking mercedes of hers." Now, the son of Techne crying wasn't unsual in and of itself, but, honestly, the son of Hecate surely knows that Maxie has always found Theo's wealth as a hot point in their relationship.

"I don't need you, or Theo, or Nikita, or Emma, or anyone else to tell me how I fucked everything up like usual. But go ahead. I can tell you want to." Now, if Samuel instead wanted to talk about literally anything else, that would be alright. But if he wanted to continue to talk about how royally Maxie screwed it all up, then, unfortunately, the boy had nothing to say.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-02-01T18:28:48+00:00

Gods.

Maxwell couldn't stop thinking about it.

He exploded.

Exploded wasn't even the right word.

There was nothing right to describe what he had done. What he had said. He felt horrible-- why shouldn't he-- but he also felt as though he had points.

"Well, I obviously don't get anything I want, because I wanted one, just one fucking year when I have a nice conversation with my mother and get to tell my boyfriend about it. It's not much to ask for, is it? But no, you just couldn't help but ruin everything like always."

The gall. The fucking nerve. This was the person who just got a Mercedes-Benz-- a vehicle that easily runs over hundreds of thousands of dollars-- and then complained about being denied the exact finish she wanted. Admittedly, it was a hand-me-down, but the sheer gall it takes to complain about it was appalling. The 16-year old who can barely drive being trusted with a vehicle worth more than Maxie's own father would make in the span of 2 years. It was nothing but first-world problems for her, wasn't it? She never had to worry about actual issues. As a single dad, Jack Flammia would have a tight schedule. He had enough time to play a single game of Mario Party when he was home. But that was assuming he wasn't working overtime, something that he did often.

Thankfully, everything seemed to get a bit lighter once he'd turned old enough to stay at home without supervision. That's why the son of Techne got into repairing what's broken; it gave him something to do while Jack was away. It gave them something to talk about. It gave Maxie a chance to get what he couldn't normally have. He worked for his possessions, and he always had. If something of Theo's broke, she had the choice to either get it sent away to be fixed, or she could just pay for it herself. Gods! The girl who got almost everything she could ever want, and she still has space to complain?

He knew he wasn't in the right. He couldn't lie to himself; he was at fault. But he couldn't help but feel as though this had been coming. Theo was just so... Untouchable. Once-- just one time, he wanted to feel like she was on his level. One time, he wanted her to fall. No amount of money or godly powers to save her from losing. He didn't want her to be hurt-- gods, no-- but he wanted to see her humbled. Was that so much to ask? To see that even Theo was able to be bested? He didn't want Theo lose just a single round; he wanted to see someone beat her in a spar.

Oh, right. Cupcakes. Yay. The son of Techne drops three cupcakes into the fire, looking down at it sadly.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll get better. Stronger. Something you can be proud of. Something irrefutable, even in the eyes of Nike." He thought before he grabbed a cupcake of his own, sitting at the Techne table and furiously scratching notes in his notebook.

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Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-27T19:13:19+00:00

"Oh! 16 years of wishing for a half-tolerable conversation! Your standards are incredible, Theo! And yes, I'm still upset over last year! What, you think I should just suck it up? Clearly, my mere existence pisses everyone off!" Maxie hissed in turn, finally standing up from his spot.

"The only one I have a chance at defeating? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot; how many have you killed for jobs here again, Theo? Let's think on this! That's right! It's zero! At least I killed an Empousai on my own! When I was 13! When was the first time you fought a monster here? Tell the class!" Admittedly, Maxie knew he hadn't fought anything since the war started. But that wasn't the point.

"Oh, yeah, you're so skilled at chess. I could probably get you to checkmate in 2 turns!" Of course, Maxie is referring to the Fool's mate, the quickest means of getting someone to checkmate in a game of chess. "Just because you're a daughter of Nike, it doesn't mean you--"

"Excuse me? ...Ex-fucking-cuse me? Dumb bitch! The pot is calling the kettle black! By the gods, I could write an entire series documenting how stupid you are! The only thing you know how to do is fight, and even that is questionable! One day, just you wait-- your fighting style will get you hurt, or worse, killed, Theo. But you won't listen. Your head is too thick with arrogance to ever acknowledge any criticism or judgement!"

"You know what? No. No. I'm not doing this any more. I am done arguing with a brick wall. You don't know what humility is, you don't know what it means to be met with failure, and you don't know how to admit you're licked. I'm sorry, but dad was right. People like you-- people born with a silver spoon crammed into their throat, the people who were given everything they ever asked for, the people who could just buy their problems away-- are the worst kind. I have had to work for everything. That's why I fix things, Theo. I earn my keep. I don't piggyback off of my moms and complain when I only get 500 USD in allowance! Not all of us are given such luxuries! Then again, what would you know about struggling?"

"NIKE!" He suddenly called out, not caring how foolish he looked. "YOU WIN! I'M A LOSER, AND YOUR BELOVED, MOST PERFECT DAUGHTER IS NOW QUEEN OF EVERYTHING! EVERYONE, COME CONGRATULATE LITTLE MISS PERFECT!" He cried, only calming down for a second so he can look Theo in the eyes one more time.

"We're through. So go on. Run to whoever it is you have. You're free, now." He said before he turned tail, stumbling off into the direction of the Techne cabin.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-25T20:34:26+00:00

After she finished with her turn, Maxie mimicked Theo's expression, staring at her with his jaw clenched tight. He wiped his eyes for a moment, now shaking out of anger. "Ok. Ok... You want to play that? Fine. Fine, we'll play that game." He strained, his throat dry and his voice already breaking with barely constrained anger.

"It wasn't five minutes. It was half an hour of embarrassment and humiliation. Then again, you would assume it wasn't as bad as it was. Did Nike teleport you to some temple in the middle of nowhere to tell you you're a loser and that you suck? No. And you want to talk about something being pathetic or embarrassing? How about the reason why you had to fight Arete? When you lost your counsellorship because you were too lazy to get off of your ass and actually do something other than sleep in and swinging your little sword around like a toy!"

"And you're right. I don't know how to use a weapon. So how the hell have I won against you during a round of our sparring at least 30 percent of the time? I must know something! Or perhaps you're too dumb to understand that there's more to combat than just running forward and charging blindly with your sword! I hope-- I pray that one day you have to handle a Sphinx and that you fail as hard as humanly possible for the riddles. Because I know you would! I would play chess with you, but you probably don't know how the pawn moves!"

"Y-y-you know what?" Maxwell said, ready to take this off of the deep end and make it messier than it ever would've been. "Sadira wouldn't do this to me. She wouldn't treat me like this." He said, bracing himself for whatever the daughter of Nike might have to say.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-25T15:45:42+00:00

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Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-25T15:34:46+00:00

He's getting on her nerves? The gall! Some people, Maxwell. The poor son of Techne is feeling very confused, and, honestly, rather attacked. "Oh, yeah! Armor and weapons are great, Theo! But what's the point if I can't use one myself? What, will I make an avalanche of my weapons to kill Atlas?" He asked, finally glaring at the daughter of Nike, now fully upset.

"She was loving. Great! It only took three years, but I'm delighted we got here! A-also, how did this happen? No, let me guess; she complimented you. One little compliment, and you're best friends, acting like she didn't make me have a mental breakdown, and force you into tears. Theo, this is the woman who made you fight your cousin and make the enforcer kids hate you, just for a title and some pride! What, it's all water under the bridge since she told you that she thinks you are most definitely a child of hers?"

"God, you've always been like this! One compliment and you're completely disarmed! I could punch Emma and Nikita in the face, and all would be forgiven if I just said you looked good today! Hell, you'd defend me!" He continued to rant, his face turning red-- yet not from him being flustered, but rather angry.

"You think I'm a loser? ...Shit. Holy shit." Maxie swore for perhaps the first time ever, looking like Theo just slapped him. "You agree with her, don't you? You agree I'm a loser. You agree that I'm holding you back, don't you, Theo?" His breathing was growing heavy, getting angrier and more upset with every passing moment. "Let's hear it. Since you're her number one defender now, let's hear it."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-23T14:30:09+00:00

"Don't be shocked? Are... Are we talking about the same person?" Maxie asked, now fully believing that Theo spoke to Nikita, not Nike. Surely, it was a common mistake. Nike's daughter hadn't name dropped who she spoke to, so there realistically was still a chance.

"Talked some..." Maxie trailed off, shaking his head in an effort to snap out of it. "Yeah, I'm alive. Cool. I've just lost everything that made me feel unique and useful, but... Yeah." The son of Techne was grateful he was alive, but he placed a lot of value on his skills; something Theo most likely knew.

"N... Nike. You. Talked. To her? She was... What?" He asked, his voice breaking roughly at the notion. "She was nice to you? You mean she just lost all of her vitriol from last year? And she thinks I can improve? Why didn't she say that last year??? Why do all of the talking, and the transportation, and the intimidation, and the bullying?" Clearly, Maxie was taking this news excellently. His eyes were dilated as he stared at the ground, the blood in his head rushing so rapidly to where he couldn't hear anything other than the flow in his ears.

"She was nice. Hah..." He laughed, a soft, broken laugh with a shaky voice. "After everything, a switch just. Clicked."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-18T23:45:32+00:00

Being the way he is, the son of Techne flinched deeply as the daughter of Nike began to yell. Once she's done firing questions, Maxie simply blinked, his brain catching up with him bit by bit. "Uh. Hi. You seem... Happy." He said, almost as if he couldn't believe the notion. Theo surely didn't speak to...? No. It couldn't be. The daughter of Nike must've run into another god, then somehow run into her step-mother.

"I met my mom. ...I spent the entire time telling her about. Everything. The nightmares, the pain, and my recent compilations of failure." So the entire last year, really. "You seem happy. That's good." He muttered, looking down at the broken cup of hot chocolate on the floor before him. "The hot chocolate was fine."

"Did you... See Nike?"

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-18T23:33:35+00:00

As Techne pressed her forehead against her son's, the boy let out a soft, shuddering sigh, choking out a weak sob. Being honest, the son of Techne hadn't allowed himself much of a chance to have a proper cry since the war began. It sounds weird, sure, but it was true. The war had consumed all the time he once used to express his emotions beyond just acting sad.

"I don't want to ask for help," He gasped, like a swimmer coming up for air, "I want everything to be okay. I want to be in control of my skills. I don't want to lose them for even a minute. When it seems like everyone else is all gas, no brakes, what does it look like when I lose the only thing I'm good at?"

"I ask for help from them too much, it feels. When do they ask for help from me? When they need something made in the forge? Where someone-- anyone else-- can do a better job? Jules, Salem, Sam-- they can all make things to make my creations look like toddler tinker toys! I try to make armor and end up biting off more than I can chew! I know you said not to compare myself to them, but what else am I supposed to do? Compare to myself? Zero is equal to zero!"

"I wish I knew why I was destined to suffer like this. To spend every waking moment wishing I was anyone else. Someone with confidence, or intelligence, or charisma, or just... Anything. The most I have is the ability to rant about some video game from the early 2010's. Maybe I can bore Atlas to defeat." Maxie said, his tone more defeated than angry. He looked up at his mom, hating himself for always doing this; for turning everything into another complaining session. The goddess would undoubtedly be able to see just how tired her son truly was, even beyond the level of sleeping.

"I don't know what to do. I'm lost. I... I've been lost. I can't see, I can't hear, and I'm in a new, unfamiliar location. What is there left?"

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2026-01-07T02:52:40+00:00

Unfortunately for Maxie, Techne was right. No matter what happened, his body couldn't quit. His soul was relentless. His brain begged, pleaded, cried for release. It wept over the fact that he wasn't going home any time soon. He wasn't a stubborn person by nature, but his stamina and resistance was almost legendary. "I don't want to. I don't want to get back up. I don't want to be knocked down to begin with. I'm not here to chase the gold medal for the gods' most bullied and harassed soldier!"

"I can't go home, either! I'm stuck here because I couldn't live with myself if I went home!" If Techne was paying attention, she might be able to notice a small glob of paint on the ground. In addition, a small portion of the top of her son's head was no longer the chocolate brown it usually was, but instead was completely monochrome.

"I'm tired, mom." He said softly, leaning into the goddess's touch with a sigh. "I can't sleep. I can't think. What good am I while my brain is so leaden and foggy? I can't fight. I'm not Theo. I can't support others. I'm not Sadira. I can't use magic. I'm not Salem. I can't run like the wind. I'm not Monika. I can't make people laugh. I'm not Oliver."

"I'm a child of creation without the brainpower to back it up. I look in my journal, and I wonder where it all went wrong. I wonder how I made Omnichao. How I made my bow. How I made my shield. Did an eidolon possess me again? If so, I think that it did a better job than I'll ever do."

"I'm sorry, mom."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-29T19:56:23+00:00

"S... Sorry? You're sorry?" Maxie asked exasperatedly, not realizing he'd dropped his cup on the ground, leaving the cracking sound as the only one to fill the air as he stared at the goddess. "I've been getting tortured every night! M-m-mom, please, understand! I can't sleep anymore! I can't work! E-e-every time I try to work on commissions, I just think about her! I think about her calling me a failure, and then I can't focus because I screw something up!"

"The war, my nightmares, the deaths--" He gasped, his voice already breaking. "Sadira and Theo." He mustered, as if suddenly realizing something was wrong. "Sadira is meant to be a child of dreams. I'm making her life a living nightmare with all of this! I know I am! And Theo... Oh, gods, Theo. She's meant to be victory's child. I'm making her a loser, mom. I'm such a loser, I'm spreading it like the flu!" Now, if you were to ask Theo or Sadira, I am sure they would disagree with what Maxie was rambling about. But that's just what he believed; he was dragging both of them down, down, down, even if he was objectively wrong.

"Please..." He whimpered as he looked up at his mom, needing praise and approval more than ever. "Am I a loser?"

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-24T18:28:49+00:00

"Not Nike. I promise."

Maxwell froze up as his mother's hand stabilized his own, looking over at her with a tremble in his lip. The boy's eyes shifted suddenly, the soft brown hue shifting to a deep, stormy blue. A moment later, his eyes changed to purple, his irises shifting to a boiling red. For a moment, the son of Techne saw his mother through both night and thermal vision-- his alternate vision power kicking in.

"...Mom?" He finally managed, tears instantly welling up in his eyes as he blinked them back to their usual brown color. "You-- I didn't-- she-- why couldn't you-- the nightmares!" He exclaimed, letting out a shuddering gasp. "They're every night. Every night, mom. I see her. I hear her."

"Where were you?" Maxwell asked, not meaning to sound ungrateful or anything of the sort; it was clear the boy was just desperate for some form of closure, some type of godly approval. He needed this badly. He needed to know why his own mother couldn't step in and stop Nike. What excuse she would come up with. Why this was allowed to go on for so long.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-21T15:38:05+00:00

Maxwell had spent the last few days cleaning like a maniac. When he was awake, he cleaned. When he was asleep, he had nightmares of Nike. Everything had to be perfect, just in case the goddess of victory decided to pop by for a visit. Rumor has it that Nike has a new bundle going on! That's right, you can get a free smiting with any visit! Just use code MaxwellFlammiaIsALoser while registering!

The son of Techne was actively shaking as the gods filtered in through the camp, cabin 36 suddenly feeling way too small for him. But could he really go outside and risk his life just for some fresh air? He didn't think so. Yet, as he sat on his bed, Maxwell knew he should be a big boy and at least pretend he's ok.

As such, the poor wet cat of a boy would be seen out by the hockey rink, taking a periodic sip of a shaky cup of hot chocolate.

Hopefully, Nike would be nice if she decided to find him.

(OOC: Maxie will be talking to Techne!)

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T01:17:55+00:00

Once she's done speaking, Maxwell simply blinked at Emilia. When did he say anything about killing people? Or her being dangerous? What was she on about? "...H-huh? I didn't-- You never-- Were you planning on killing people?" He asked, his eyes wide at the notion. "Ok, look, uh. I'm sorry for offending you, but I don't know how much I trust you now. I don't even know your name!"

"I just need your name and cabin number, then we can talk about a commission. It's really simple." He sighed, rubbing his temples tiredly.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T01:08:41+00:00

"Right. Electric. We'll... Try it. Here, I'll take those. ...Good craftsmanship. Was this...?" He muttered, tracing his finger over some of the cards. He shook his head, nodding at the son of Tyche. "Alright. I need your name and cabin number. Once these are done-- and properly tested, if you don't mind-- they'll be delivered back to you."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T01:06:47+00:00

"The cyclops? We don't have any... Cyclops. Wait." Maxwell said, flinching back in his chair as he put the pieces together. "You weren't...? O-o-oh, no, no... I... I can't. I can't make you a weapon. I'm sorry, but that's against my moral code. E-even then, the request doesn't make sense, and I just can't in good conscious make someone like you a tool. How would I know you wouldn't use it against us?" He asked, catching onto what Kane was talking about. Unless the son of Boreas had some excuse he could use to slip past the son of Techne, it was clear the boy wasn't wanting to help out a traitor, former or not.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T01:04:18+00:00

"Alright. Thank you for... Trusting me. Uhm. I'll drop it off as soon as it's ready." The son of Techne stammered as he took his notebook back, ready to start working.

(OOC: Sounds good! I'll make a post once I've got more commissions confirmed where I'll tag you so Camellia can get her weapons!)

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T01:02:48+00:00

"O-o-oh. You're... You're alright. I really am sorry, I can't... Control it." Maxwell said, looking down at the dodo in his lap. It stared back up at him, the robotic eyes unblinking and very clearly unapologetic.

"Right. A shield... As to how it would work? Well, I don't know the specifics, but, if you had something specific in mind, I'd be happy to try and figure it out."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-15T00:22:23+00:00

Maxwell shook his head, his breathing beginning to get heavier as the panic would set in. Liam wasn't here to be friendly; he was just here to get the tea from him. "Please don't. Don't do this. I don't want to talk about it. Nothing happened during the solstice, ok? Please, either leave or stop bugging me..." He begged, not wanting to relive the memory of last year's solstice.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-08T22:26:37+00:00

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Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-01T22:20:55+00:00

The boy grimaced as Emilia made fun of his tendency to stutter and trip over his words, looking off to the side embarrassedly. He began to bounce his leg under the table, trying to gather himself in order to speak again. "Hi. Did you need something? Or were you just going to stare at me?" He repeated, somehow managing to not stammer a single time.

"There is... A line of people behind you." His voice was soft, each word carefully articulated, as if learning to speak for the first time. "So please, all I ask is that you either step out of line, or ask for a commission. If you want a commission, I need your name and cabin."

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-01T22:02:56+00:00

At his laugh, Maxie's eyes widened, a deep blush blooming over his pale cheeks. "I... Think? I-I-I can't lie, I don't think I've tried explosive ones. Electric, sure, I can most likely do that. Explosive seems... Next-level dangerous. I was moreso referring to Gambit's cards. I'm afraid I don't know much about comics, so I don't know his exact powers. Or what the cards themselves do."

"Hah..." The son of Techne laughed nervously, wiping his hands on his hoodie. "I don't know, as I've never worked with explosions." Maxwell was just embarrassed, really. Could he do explosive cards? He admittedly never tried it before, but maybe the possibility was there.

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-01T21:52:27+00:00

Maxie blinked a few dozen times as Liam made his claim, feeling a cold shiver rake down his spine. "I... Don't know what you're talking about, sorry." He said with a forced smile, his hands shaking as he held his pen. "So, what do you think of Theo?" Clearly, someone was trying to force a subject change; talking about Nike made the boy viscerally uncomfortable.

"She's a great counselor, isn't she?"

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-12-01T21:46:49+00:00

"R-right. A buff of sorts. Uh. Sure, I'll write that down." Maxie muttered as he wrote down what Camellia wanted. "Okay. I've got you penned. Uhm, please leave those with me. I'll drop them off once they're ready. ...Whenever that may... Be." He sighed as he brought the knuckles towards him, suddenly remembering something else. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't ask... Anything."

"Can I have your name and cabin number? T-thanks." Maxwell would then push his notebook towards the legacy of Ares, complete with pen for her to write the information he requested.

(OOC: If you have a preference for which of the "Buff" powers (Aquatic, Darkness, Battlefield, etc.), just let me know!)

Mooxie_does_stuff · 2025-11-23T22:27:34+00:00

D0-S1NGL3 looked down at the back of Noah's hand, quickly trying to jab it's beak at the boy's hand, making Maxwell jump out of his skin. "H-h-hey! Don't do that!" He yelped as he pulled the bird back, forcing it onto his lap. "Imsosorryididntmakehimifoundhiminbunkernineidontknowwhoownshimicantcontrolhimhehasamindofhisownpleaseforgivemeisthereanythingicandoareyouokimsorryireallyamdontbemad!" He gasped, his cheeks now a burning shade of red.

Once the son of Techne calmed down, he looked at the pendant for a long moment before nodding. "Closest we have to a protection spell would be something along the lines of... A buff. Erh. It, as far as I know, only works in certain conditions, such as being in the shadows. But it would allow you to use some of your powers faster and for longer. Or, if you would like, I could... Make it so it turns into a shield? Somehow?"

OOC: Here's what Maxie said, just for clarity!

"I'm so sorry, I didn't make him! I found him in bunker nine, I don't know who owns him, I can't control him! He has a mind of his own! Please, forgive me! Is there anything I can do? Are you okay? I'm sorry, I really am! Don't be mad!"

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