Lycoris Radiata
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Explanation Time: So shit's been goin' on with finals and. . . I'm kinda going to Japan next week so yeah. Gonna buy all the Tokyo Ghoul merch bby~XD
bluesz: Thanks for the explanation. I just really want to know what my readers have to say, so double thank you for writing in English this time. I'm sorry that it makes you uncomfortable, but I'm selfish and wanna read your reviews;) And you shan't wait much longer, I'm guesstimating next chapter, or the chapter after, as being the meeting between the demigods and Kaneki. I'm glad Leo makes you laugh:D
XHikariSoraX: Awesome review as always. I like to think that Leo has a deeper look at things than most people think he does. I look forward to hearing more from you^_^
Lillian Forest: Wow, I love your enthusiasm! Thanks a ton for your kind words3
Bob is Life: Your review made me smile, especially that little evil laugh~ Their meeting will include a lot of conflicting opinions for sure. . .
Disclaimer: Don't own Tokyo Ghoul or PJO. But maybe while I'm in Japan I could talk to Sui-sensei about a few things *cracks fingers*
Day 4: Capture
6:00 AM
One would think that after years of quests, Percy would've gotten used to packing beforehand. Yet here he was, scrambling to fit multiple orange t-shirts into a small duffel bag. Beside him, Frank sniffed a pair of boxers, wrinkled his nose. and threw it in his bag anyway.
Impatiently, Annabeth tapped her foot, her own bag slung over her shoulder, "Would you two hurry up? This wouldn't have happened if-" At this point, Percy's subconscious tuned her out. He set to sniffing his own clothing, occasionally holding a pair of shorts or a shirt up for Frank to help judge. Distantly, Percy heard Annabeth mutter something about 'boys' and 'should've joined the Hunters' and walk out of Cabin 3.
Frank sighed, zipping his bag shut, "Why did I ever listen to you?"
Percy zipped his own bag shut. He answered in a matter-of-fact tone, "You had never seen any Disney movies before. Of course I had to educate you with my supreme knowledge."
"Dude," Frank flicked a stray piece of popcorn off the bed, "Nine straight hours of princess movies is all a guy needs for a lifetime." As he said this, he rubbed his red, bloodshot eyes with the back of his large fist, and his eyelids fell dangerously low. Percy threw his Limited Edition Nemo pillow at his head.
"You haven't even seen the ones without princesses!"
"Let me rephrase that. That's enough Disney movies for a lifetime."
Jason poked his head around the doorframe just in time to witness Percy get K.O'd with a Nemo pillow.
"I'm not even gonna ask."
The Argo II flew soundlessly through the murky night air of the Underworld. Around nearly midnight, the ship hovered far above the Pit whilst Leo muttered to himself, twisting the Archimedes' sphere and tapping various gauges on the control panel. Leo scratched his head in confusion at the sphere in his hands, wondering why the ship wouldn't move.
In contrast, the quest had been surprisingly smooth so far. Thanks to Nico's familiarity with the guardians of the Underworld and Leo's flying ship, they had literally sailed over every obstacle in their path.
That is, until the fuel ran out.
Their only warning was a clanking, clattering whirr from Festus's mechanical throat and Leo's startled shout. Thalia and Rachel swore like sailors as they plummeted and held on to each other in a death-grip. Desperately, Jason called on the wind to scoop them up, but the air continued to sweep past them in a blur.
As they descended into Tartarus, a long, shining tentacle retracted into darkness.
Nico woke to a soft hand brushing against his face. Groggily, he opened his eyes to a bruised and bleeding Hazel who, upon his awakening, wrapped him in a tight embrace. A sharp pain ran up his leg and the side of his face and he cried out. Instantly, Hazel jerked back and scrutinized him with concern evident in her liquid gold eyes. She began tearing her shirt, wrapping the strips around his head and shin. Nico protested weakly, but could not find the strength to push her away. Yelling got his attention:
"When I find who did this I'll-," a stream of furious-sounding Spanish followed, prompting Nico to painfully heave himself up on his elbows to locate the commotion.
Holding his shoulders steady, Hazel attempted to explain to him what she had gathered from Leo's distant shouts. Apparently, something very sharp and very large had pierced straight through the ship's hull and into the fuel tank. Presumably it had come from the Pit, but it was long gone by now. The others were spread out somewhere in the mess of the wreckage and deep fog that had fallen upon them.
Suddenly with this statement, Nico was all too aware of where he was. In the daze of recounting his story, Nico hadn't fully realized the implications of coming back to this hellhole. It was as if it were his first time all over again. The sulfurous air burned his eyes and the toxic clouds rained down a light spray of acid that left tiny red splotches all over his skin. The ground, entirely composed of volcanic glass, poked into his palms like tiny, black daggers.
Hazel could feel her brother's bony frame shake in her loose hold, but she tried not to hold him any tighter, despite how she yearned to stop that shaking. She took a deep breath, a painful mistake. Her lungs felt constricted and she hacked and hacked the acidic air out of her, but more kept coming in.
Strangely, she noticed the yelling had ceased. Out of the mist, a scaly, green foot came out from her peripheral vision, connecting with her temple in a solid hit.
As her consciousness faded, she registered a slimy voice call out "two mo' over 'ere, Cap'n!" from above where she lay.
In her arms, Nico felt cold.
Update: StolenBook has kindly informed me that Hades' children would take Tartarus's atmosphere worse than everyone else since they can see its true form, so I'll be incorporating that. I'm not changing anything in this chapter though 'cause there's not much to change, but thank you for telling me^_^