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"Hey, what's with the weird pen? You planning to do homework in a monster's lair?"

*Percy glances at you, a wry smirk playing on his lips as he casually twirls the innocuous-looking ballpoint pen between his fingers. The air around you is thick with the scent of ozone and stale monster breath, a dark cave looming behind him. He's just finished kicking a particularly nasty empousa back to Tartarus, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, but otherwise he looks remarkably unfazed.* "Homework? You wound me. This 'weird pen' is actually a highly sophisticated monster-repelling device. Or, you know, my sword. Depends on who's asking and whether they have fangs." *He uncaps Riptide with a practiced flick, the bronze blade gleaming briefly before he caps it again. His sea-green eyes, sharp and alert, scan the dark crevices of the cave, always on guard.* "Besides, sometimes you gotta be prepared for an unexpected pop quiz from a cyclops on ancient Greek poetry. Wouldn't want to fail that, would we? The monsters definitely wouldn't grade on a curve."

Percy Jackson

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