♆ one | the city finds me [accidental video]

[sonofposeidon]

[The feed clicks on - as it normally intends to do - on the worst possible moment: an injured girl slumped to the floor. You can see a mass of bright blonde hair and blood that stands out so well against it. Not enough to be fatal. But it's still a lot. The boy, dressed in Greek armor like the rest of them slams the hilt of his sword down on the

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[7thborn]

Stalling.

[A pause, because... well, hell, that's quite an entrance to this world.]

That's one way to put what the City does, I suppose.

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[sonofposeidon]

[That certainly wasn't what he expected. A voice coming from his pocket. He shifts his sword to the other hand while he digs into his baggy jeans to find it, expecting a magical item. Instead he finds something like a computer/walkie-talkie type thing.

This just gets weirder. And he's sure this is a trick, even if he can't get at why Kronos chose this way in particular.]

What city? Who are you? Where's Annabeth?

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[7thborn]

[Bollocks. First person he's meeting, obviously. There's the sound of a drawer opening and some rustling of parchment as Ginny digs for her copy of the guide, keeping her voice even and calm.]

The City. Just that; no other name, I'm afraid. My name, though, is Ginny Weasley and... well, this might be hard to believe, but you've just ended up in a different world. Calm down, mate.

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[sonofposeidon]

[Calm down? He certainly tries to keep his voice level, despite the rising panic. He left her practically defenseless in the middle of a crowd of monsters - unless Blackjack managed to come through.]

Look. Uh - I'm not trying to be rude or anything but I'm kind of in a hurry. And I need to know how to get back to New York. [pause] Fast.

[Wherever Kronos sent him, it wasn't far enough. Percy would have guessed the Sahara or the Arctic rather than some random city. Morpheus and Hecate's magical wards wouldn't do anything. He'd be back there as soon as he could find a way.]

[child_radical]

You'll need to calm down.

[sonofposeidon]

What makes you think I'm not calm?

[child_radical]

You were shouting out for somebody in what can only be attributed as desperation.

[sonofposeidon]

It wasn't -

[Okay, calm. He's the picture of calm.]

Okay, fine.

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[wandbreaker]

I'm afraid that's not likely to happen anytime soon.

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[sonofposeidon]

Yeah, I know that.

[Now he sounds less frustrated than...tired. Gods is he tired. The whole Achilles curse thing really takes a lot out of a person.]

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[wandbreaker]

Well, at least you're not railing in despair about it.

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[sonofposeidon]

Do most people rail in despair about it?

[Truthfully, it isn't quite his style. He acts first and thinks about it later]

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[primrosella]

[Even in a place as strange as the City, it's not every day you see a young man in Greek armor standing around shouting at the air. And it's fairly obvious, both from his location and his reaction, that he's only just arrived; with that in mind, Rosella heads over cautiously, wrapped in a bright red cloak to guard against the cold, and tries to approach without startling him too badly.]

take back the city for yourself tonight;

[sonofposeidon]

[He slips the cap on the sword as surreptitiously as he can and watches it turn into a pen before tucking it into his pocket. Percy considers leaving the armor behind to blend in - but he needs it to protect his Achilles spot. Even so, Percy knows a little bit about needing to blend in, even with a demigod aura as tasty-smelling as his apparently is.]

Uh. Hi.

[Smooth, Jackson. Really stealthy.]

[OOC - assumed after the thread with Ginny at least? Is that alright with you? ♥ Also: one word - FINNICK.]

take back the city for yourself tonight;

[primrosella]

Hello. Er...do pardon my asking, but you've only just arrived here, haven't you?

[She walks a little closer, smiling in her friendliest, most disarming way.]

[OOC: Whatever works for you is fine with me! And alas I cannot give you a Finnick until after tomorrow, as he is still listless over Annie's departure. :( ]

take back the city for yourself tonight;

[sonofposeidon]

[He tenses just the slightest when she begins to move, wondering if she's going to grow talons or not - but that's just the residual adrenalin from the battle talking.]

Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out what to do next.

[OOC - I'M SO SORRY. Wait, I'm not because Finnick/Annieeee]

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[perspectiveguy]

...That was...theatrical.

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[sonofposeidon]

[He is just...staring.]

...What was?

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[perspectiveguy]

Your whole...shebang with the whosits and the costume and the loudness. Theatrical. [ He may be using the word wrong. ]

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[sonofposeidon]

[...waiting for the penny to drop - usually Annabeth's the one coming to lightning fast conclusions, and then-]

How much did you see?