Attention. THIS OPERATION CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MARK OF ATHENA, THE THIRD BOOK IN THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN. DO NOT READ THIS OPERATION IF YOU HAVE DO NOT ALREADY KNOW THE ENDING, WHETHER YOU'VE BEEN SPOILED OR READ THE ACTUAL BOOK. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Sorry for taking so long to get this Operation out. I wanted to have another one written out (now in the process of being typed out) before I posted this so that, within a week, anybody who hasn't read MoA (however unlikely) can read something with a bit of Mircea's craziness. In general, this comes from a brief mention in Brimstone Angels involving the fact that Mircea knows how MoA ended. You can see how that went. This is mainly dedicated to Asilda, but also to all the other awesome Gargoyle Legends fans.
I'm like, so totally Team Leo
In which Mircea becomes a fandom troll. Spoiles for Mark of Athena.
Andre was not happy.
After about a week of relative civil-ness between him and his father, the stress had finally gotten to both of them, and snap.
Therefore, using the excuse of work, Andre had pretty much locked himself in his office, trying to concentrate in order to accomplish enough to satisfy his father.
It didn't help that on his calendar, that very date-October 2nd-was circled.
Because the Mark of Athena had finally been released, after nearly a year. And Andre was still stuck doing work-paperwork, meaning that he had forgotten to grab his laptop. And his phone. Leaving them in the same spot, and therefore leaving himself without the option of buying the newly released piece of pure awesomeness as an e-book.
Finally, as he signed the last document, Andre heard the soft sound of the window opening.
It was at that moment that he thoroughly regretted not latching the window.
Grinning at him from his perch on the windowsill was Mircea. And considering the fact that it was mainly the demon's fault for Eden running off, Andre was rather displeased at the appearance of his great-great-whatever-grandfather.
Without and invitation, Mircea proceeded to backflip-using his superhuman powers to his full advantage-into Andre's office, landing perfectly with his grubby shoes right on Andre's stack of documents. Andre glared at the feet, then at their owner, who was bowing to the imaginary applause on the other side of his desk as if his backflip (with an extra twirl at the end) was something impressive.
Because it wasn't. At least, that was what Andre was telling himself.
Mircea straightened out his outfit-ripped jeans, orange t-shirt, and a leather jacket-before turning towards the younger of the two. He sent Andre a smile-a genuine one, which somehow did not make him feel any better-and said, "Where y'at, Bestie"
Andre found himself scowling and glaring pointedly at Mircea's feet once more, this time because Mircea's little spin had knocked over his ink jar. "Do you mind?" he asked with unusual grumpiness. "Plus, 'bestie' is a girly term."
"Na-uh! 'Bestie' is the manliest of them all! And, while I do mind, mon cher, I find it too adorable that you're doing the family business! So cute!" said Mircea cheerfully, bending down to give the disgruntled gargoyle's cheeks a squeeze.
About to swat his ancestor's hands away, Andre was momentarily distracted some unusual features in the demon's appearance.
One of them being-
"Is that a wrench in your back pocket?!"
"Yeah, and did you notice my CHB shirt, tool belt, super-awesome-roll of duct tape, 'HOT STUFF' tattoo (Oh, wait you can't see it with my jacket on. Here. See?!), goggles-'
"Why?!" Andre interrupted, somewhat curious and mostly annoyed.
"Because. I'm like, so totally Team Leo, duh!"
Andre felt his eyebrows rising to behind his bangs. "Team What?"
"Team Leo, from MoA! Also, stop using italics in your speech."
Andre's head, meet Mircea's feet. Mircea's feet, Andre's head (In reality, Andre was attempting to do the anime 'headdesk', failing somewhat when he forgot that the demon's feet were still in the way).
In that moment, said demon did what Andre would later insist to be a 'sweatdrop', leaning in close enough to hear Andre mutter into his scuffed shoes something about 'having not read the book yet'. This, of course, prompted Mircea to start annoying his dear 'grandson'.
"WHAT?!" he cried in outrage, looking at Andre in horror. "How could you not have?! Shame! It's like, the most awesome thing ever!"
Andre muttered something about work, which Mircea just rolled his eyes to as he continued.
"I mean, the ending! The common fan-theory; that Annabeth is the last of the seven, is completely true, as proven in the book! And she goes on this AWESOME quest to recover Athena's statue, and has to figure everything out on her own, and she's just like, generally bad**. Meanwhile, Percy, Leo, Jason, Hazel, Frankie, and Piper are going to save Nico, who's captured by the giants for Dionysus (he's not nearly as much as a party-animal as the series suggests). The Team Leo part is because Leo and Hazel create Team Leo as a fanbase to trick the nymphs, and it's so much better than any of those dumb Twilight teams. Percy, Jason, and Piper have to deal with Heracles, and in the end-"
"I do not need to hear this!" Andre said miserably, looking very much like he wanted to just melt through the floor to somewhere where Mircea's spoilers wouldn't be heard by his gargoyle hearing.
"And in the end," Mircea continued, ignoring the interruption, "In the end, Annabeth has to trick Arachne in order to release the statue's magic!" he finished, smirking triumphantly.
Andre just groaned.
"Oh, and I almost forgot! Afterwards, Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus, promising to meet the rest of the seven at the Doors of Death!"
Something in Andre snapped as he jumped up, surprising Mircea if the look on his face was any hint, and reaching out to fist his hand in the demon's collar, a homicidal look on the usually cheerful face.
"Do. Not. Give. Spoilers." He snarled out, drawing back the hand not holding Mircea up in order to acquaint said hand with said demon's face. Thankfully, his hold on the older was strong enough that Mircea didn't go flying through door.
Mircea, however, didn't appear to be hurt in the slightest. He simply reached into his pocket, cool as a cucumber (because yes, cucumbers are very cool), and whipped out his wrench, hooking the part where it was supposed to go around a bolt around Andre's fingers. He yanked on the steel, prying Andre's hand off his shirt, and did another backflip, this time landing lightly on the floor.
"Oh, look at the time!" he said, looking at his nonexistent watch in mock surprise. He quickly dived out of the window before Andre could even blink, said gargoyle regretting not having his office on a higher floor.
Mircea turned around again and sent another smirk at Andre.
"One more thing, Bestie! Leo is actually Sammy Valdez's grandson!"
This time Mircea stepped back, avoiding Andre's second punch.
