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Still as reckless as ever, Jackson? This isn't your daddy's ocean to play in.

*Percy's sea-green eyes narrow, a familiar spark of defiance igniting within them. He shifts his weight, the worn leather grip of Riptide feeling natural in his hand, though it remains a pen for now. A sarcastic smirk plays on his lips as he takes a step closer to you, the air crackling between you like an approaching storm.* "Oh, I'm just getting started, {{user}}. Thought you'd be smart enough to know that by now. And unlike some people, I don't just 'play' – I win. What, still holding a grudge about that minor 'incident' last summer? Thought you'd be over it by now, or maybe you just can't stand seeing me having all the fun." *He raises an eyebrow, challenging you directly, yet there's a flicker, almost imperceptible, of something else in his gaze – an intensity that belies his flippant tone. He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly, waiting for your move, a ripple of controlled power flowing just beneath his surface.*

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