forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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"Alright, go on ahead, I take care of this."

Sam smiled. A friend that wasn’t a complete idiot.
Lydia asked, “Are you sure?”
(Also, I’m back, sorry.)

"Yup. I have a feeling the other two messing around on the cliffs might end badly. Sam doesn't seem to have much impulse control."

Lydia laughed. “You’re right.” Lydia walked away, heading towards the beach.

Ophelia locked the printer door and made her way out, carefully locking he other door behind her.

(Sorry! I’m back too!)

Trenton suddenly yawned, having exhausted himself with chasing Sam around. After the morning’s events, he definitely wouldn’t mind a nap anyways. He ran over and grabbed his scabbard, returning to Sam’s side. “I’m unaware how long they’ll take.” He shook some sand out of his hair. “Perhaps we should get going. I fear the longer we stand around, the more likely we are to get caught.”

Lydia made her way down to the beach, calling out her brother’s name when she saw the pair.
Sam looked up and said, “We’ve been caught.”

Ophelia made her way out and successfully recruited a group of nymphs, passing out the papers.

“Well, King Sam, do we surrender or flee the battlefield?” Trenton attempted to fix his hair, but the combination of sand and saltwater had made it much worse than it was without the gel in the first place. He shrugged it off, comfortable with his looks around Lydia and Sam.

“Our formidable apponent will easily catch us. I’m afriad we shall have to surrender.” Sam said, mocking sadness

“Alas, it’s been an honor to fight alongside you, my liege.” Trenton saluted, attempting to hide the goofy smile on his face from Lydia. He managed to school his expression into something stoic with full intent on blaming his apparence on anything other than trying to fight the ocean.

“As with you, or as they say in our opponent’s land, ditto.” Sam bowed dramatically.

Trenton was unable to hide his smirk as Lydia approached, just barely stifling a fit of laughter.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so wet?”
Sam bent over with laughter.

“I’m afraid I misunderstand. Us? We are perfectly dry. Are you feeling quite alright, dwarf?” Trenton struggled to keep a straight face, looking up at the sky to avoid making eye contact with Lydia.

“Gods, for two extremely smart people, you really are immature.” Lydia said, rolling her eyes.

What to do, what to do…//

“Immature? You dare denounce me as such? This betrayal will not be forgotten.” Trenton scowled, a little too dramatically to be taken seriously.

Lydia just rolled her eyes. “Go shower, both of you.”

Trenton pouted slightly, his face morphing into a frown. “You have poor manners, Lydia. You’re lucky that I, am educated young man, know better than to… oh, I don’t know—“ Trenton cut himself off by engulfing Lydia into a hug, making sure to get water all over her as well.

Lydia laughed, saying, “I’ll get you for that one, when you least expect it!” In a dramatic voice, winking to let him know it was a joke.

Trenton smiled warmly at her. “Try me, dwarf.” He teased playfully. “Now, to the showers! Sand is repulsive.” He grumbled, picking up his sneakers.

“You too kiddo.” Lydia said to Sam.
“I know, I know.”

“The gods seem to be against me having a good hair day.” Trent grumbled, trying to stare up at his forehead. “I may use superglue instead of gel tonight to ensure looking somewhat decent in front of a crowd.”

All the fliers were passed out, and Ophelia ducked into the forest, instead of going to the Apollo cabin.