A satyr, a half-blood, and a Cyclops walk into Canada...
Who: Perseus Jackson, and Baron Byron Balaz
What: A discussion about... monsters, most likely
Where: We'll stay at the University Quadrangle.
When: Backdated to evening, August 18, 2011
Status: Closed, incomplete
Percy wasn't very good at feeling sorry for himself. Well, he was; he hadn't exactly been handed the best luck in the universe, so he knew how it felt to be kicked when you were down, literally and figuratively. But he had sort of gotten used to it, and he didn't dwell on it too much, these days. Okay, so he was in Canada. Being sought out by monsters, some of whom didn't care a lick that he was virtually indestructible and managed to claw him up anyway. Some of whom weren't affected by his sword, which was specifically meant for slaying monsters. He wasn't allowed to stay in the hotel, for fear it would be razed to the ground... but he wasn't allowed to stay in jail, either, so that was a small silver lining. He had no contact with his home, his mom, his girlfriend, his half-brother, his dad, the Iris network... even the empathic link he'd shared with Grover since he was 13 had fallen silent. But he hadn't complained, not really. It was life as usual.
Except, this was his birthday, and all he kept thinking about was how much he really was hating being here. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his friends. He didn't even care if Ares showed up and was all stupid, or that Aphrodite was rooting for his relationship with Annabeth to be the next great tragic love story... or that Annabeth's own mother didn't approve of her daughter spending time with the son of Poseidon. He wanted to hear Grover play really bad songs on his pan pipes, and eat enchiladas with him. He wanted to hang with Tyson, and find out how things were going at the underwater forges. He wanted Annabeth...
Gods, he just wanted to be home.
Dropping dejectedly onto a bench, he looked up into the night sky. The constellations were the same here as they were back home in New York. He could see the Huntress, the constellation Artemis had created for Zoe Nightshade. Fingering the pen in his pocket, he figured, hey. Last year, I sort of saved the world on my birthday. I turned down immortality, and I got my first real girlfriend. This year, if I'm lucky... maybe I won't get attacked by monsters?
What: A discussion about... monsters, most likely
Where: We'll stay at the University Quadrangle.
When: Backdated to evening, August 18, 2011
Status: Closed, incomplete
Percy wasn't very good at feeling sorry for himself. Well, he was; he hadn't exactly been handed the best luck in the universe, so he knew how it felt to be kicked when you were down, literally and figuratively. But he had sort of gotten used to it, and he didn't dwell on it too much, these days. Okay, so he was in Canada. Being sought out by monsters, some of whom didn't care a lick that he was virtually indestructible and managed to claw him up anyway. Some of whom weren't affected by his sword, which was specifically meant for slaying monsters. He wasn't allowed to stay in the hotel, for fear it would be razed to the ground... but he wasn't allowed to stay in jail, either, so that was a small silver lining. He had no contact with his home, his mom, his girlfriend, his half-brother, his dad, the Iris network... even the empathic link he'd shared with Grover since he was 13 had fallen silent. But he hadn't complained, not really. It was life as usual.
Except, this was his birthday, and all he kept thinking about was how much he really was hating being here. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his friends. He didn't even care if Ares showed up and was all stupid, or that Aphrodite was rooting for his relationship with Annabeth to be the next great tragic love story... or that Annabeth's own mother didn't approve of her daughter spending time with the son of Poseidon. He wanted to hear Grover play really bad songs on his pan pipes, and eat enchiladas with him. He wanted to hang with Tyson, and find out how things were going at the underwater forges. He wanted Annabeth...
Gods, he just wanted to be home.
Dropping dejectedly onto a bench, he looked up into the night sky. The constellations were the same here as they were back home in New York. He could see the Huntress, the constellation Artemis had created for Zoe Nightshade. Fingering the pen in his pocket, he figured, hey. Last year, I sort of saved the world on my birthday. I turned down immortality, and I got my first real girlfriend. This year, if I'm lucky... maybe I won't get attacked by monsters?