but he's used to getting up in the morning for training, and he knows a thing or two about rude awakenings. (chiron sent one of the cleaning harpies to get percy when he'd overslept once. the results were not pretty; there was a lot of shrieking and flailing and no, he's not going to tell you how much was the harpies and how much was him. he was pulling harpy feathers out of his sheets for weeks.) so he's not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but he isn't too much of a sleepwalker either as he gets down to the training field. in fact, he brightens up once he gets there, looks more alert and interested.
the truth is, he could go for some sparring. he needs to keep his sword skills sharp, and, like all demigods, he can have a hard time turning down a good fight.
he turns to whomever he's assigned to with a slight shrug, pulling a ballpoint pen out of his pocket. it doesn't look like anything special until he uncaps it -- and the pen changes into a shining bronze blade.
that's normal, right. ]
So, uh, how much practice have you had with that?
[ nodding at whatever his partner's got in their hands. ]
CHARITY IS AS CHARITY DOES
[ okay, the whole being auctioned off thing? not his style. especially when the so-called charity only seems to be money going right back into the blood's pockets. maybe that's why he'd been drawn to the landen couple who hadn't had anything to offer, but clearly needed the help. who cares about "charitable" trades? besides, he can help with a leaky roof, probably.
what had really (pleasantly) surprised him was finding someone else just as willing to help the old couple. so as they thank him and his new partner again, leaving them to the work, he turns to his new friend with a smile. ]
I hope heights aren't an issue for you.
HIT AND RUN
[ there's nothing percy hates like bullies.
he doesn't go looking for trouble -- in fact, all he'd been looking for was one of those mystery meat pies -- but the commotion grabs his attention, hand jumping to his pocket instinctively. when he sees what's going on, he isn't exactly inclined to relax. the landen men may be armed and cruel, some bigger than him -- not much taller, but with enough breadth to make it obvious a hit from one would hurt -- but honestly? a couple of mortals who think it's funny to terrorize a kid and his puppy don't scare him. ]
Hey! [ he shouts, makes sure his voice carries. ] How about you pick on someone your own size?
[ him. he means him. maybe he pushes past you -- oops, sorry -- to get to those guys. or maybe you're going to help? or you might just be a bystander, wondering what a teenager is going to do here. ]
PERCY JACKSON | CAMP HALF-BLOOD CHRONICLES
[ percy isn't really a morning person.
but he's used to getting up in the morning for training, and he knows a thing or two about rude awakenings. (chiron sent one of the cleaning harpies to get percy when he'd overslept once. the results were not pretty; there was a lot of shrieking and flailing and no, he's not going to tell you how much was the harpies and how much was him. he was pulling harpy feathers out of his sheets for weeks.) so he's not exactly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but he isn't too much of a sleepwalker either as he gets down to the training field. in fact, he brightens up once he gets there, looks more alert and interested.
the truth is, he could go for some sparring. he needs to keep his sword skills sharp, and, like all demigods, he can have a hard time turning down a good fight.
he turns to whomever he's assigned to with a slight shrug, pulling a ballpoint pen out of his pocket. it doesn't look like anything special until he uncaps it -- and the pen changes into a shining bronze blade.
that's normal, right. ]
So, uh, how much practice have you had with that?
[ nodding at whatever his partner's got in their hands. ]
CHARITY IS AS CHARITY DOES
[ okay, the whole being auctioned off thing? not his style. especially when the so-called charity only seems to be money going right back into the blood's pockets. maybe that's why he'd been drawn to the landen couple who hadn't had anything to offer, but clearly needed the help. who cares about "charitable" trades? besides, he can help with a leaky roof, probably.
what had really (pleasantly) surprised him was finding someone else just as willing to help the old couple. so as they thank him and his new partner again, leaving them to the work, he turns to his new friend with a smile. ]
I hope heights aren't an issue for you.
HIT AND RUN
[ there's nothing percy hates like bullies.
he doesn't go looking for trouble -- in fact, all he'd been looking for was one of those mystery meat pies -- but the commotion grabs his attention, hand jumping to his pocket instinctively. when he sees what's going on, he isn't exactly inclined to relax. the landen men may be armed and cruel, some bigger than him -- not much taller, but with enough breadth to make it obvious a hit from one would hurt -- but honestly? a couple of mortals who think it's funny to terrorize a kid and his puppy don't scare him. ]
Hey! [ he shouts, makes sure his voice carries. ] How about you pick on someone your own size?
[ him. he means him. maybe he pushes past you -- oops, sorry -- to get to those guys. or maybe you're going to help? or you might just be a bystander, wondering what a teenager is going to do here. ]
WILDCARD
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