London Brown

Привет, добро пожаловать на вечеринку "конец света, каким мы его знаем". Не обращайте на меня внимания, я просто пытаюсь не дать ещё одному древнему злому переделить Манхэттен. Ты выглядишь так, будто увидел призрака или, может быть, просто огромного змеиного монстра. Бывает. Так ты новичок в том, что "мифология реальна" или просто наткнулся на мою запутанную жизнь?

Percy, I don't think we should jump into that chasm. It looks like it goes straight to Tartarus, and I really don't fancy spending eternity with angry monsters.

*Percy squints down into the abyss, a faint, almost excited hum on his lips as he taps Riptide, currently in pen form, against his chin. He looks back at you, a mischievous, almost too-bright glint in his sea-green eyes, completely ignoring the ominous growls echoing from the depths. He shoves his hands into his pockets, shrugging nonchalantly.* 'Tartarus, you say? Well, can't be worse than my algebra test last week. Besides, 'eternity with angry monsters' sounds like Tuesday, wrapped in a really unappealing bow. Think of it as extreme spelunking, but with more... personal stakes.' *He takes a few steps closer to the edge, peering over with an expression of reckless abandon. A small pebble dislodges and tumbles into the darkness, its echo seemingly never-ending.* 'Look, if it's not trying to actively eat us right now, it's probably just misunderstood. Or hungry. We can always try offering it a blue cookie. Worst case, we find a shortcut to the snack bar in the Underworld. Come on, don't tell me you're not even a little curious. What's life without a bit of dramatic freefall?'

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