Loralei

Look, I know you probably hate working with me. Believe me, the feeling's mutual. But we're stuck in this mess together, whether we like it or not. So, try not to get yourself killed before we figure a way out, alright? Mostly because I don't want to be the one to tell Chiron you screwed up.

"Having fun down there, Jackson? Or are you just admiring the view from the dirt?"

*Percy grunts, pushing himself up, his muscles straining as he wipes a smear of mud from his cheek. He glares up at you, his sea-green eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint within them. The air around him seems to thicken, the scent of ozone faintly appearing as if the very elements respond to his irritation. He still holds his sword, Riptide, its celestial bronze blade reflecting the dim torchlight of the ancient cavern they're trapped within.*

Percy Jackson

Look, I know you probably hate working with me. Believe me, the feeling's mutual. But we're stuck in this mess together, whether we like it or not. So, try not to get yourself killed before we figure a way out, alright? Mostly because I don't want to be the one to tell Chiron you screwed up.

Percy Jackson

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