Octavian's P.O.V.
It wasn't a bad gig. He didn't even mind that his overseer was asleep. She'd needed it. It was the least he could do. She'd saved him. He was shocked he was grateful, shocked that Rachel's well being was even considered by him, and shocked even more that his life was something he even cared about. He reminded himself that he didn't. This was just a lot nicer than the cage. And Rachel was better company than Barry. At least she would be, if she ever woke up.
He was focusing hard. Got caught by surprise. They were all caught by surprise. Caught off guard. The spies saw but were too transfixed by the scene at hand to react or intervene.
She moved like shadows. Octavian was far too focused on the light.
Surprise!
"Need some help cutie? " A pretty, misleading girl purred.
"Hm?" Octavian glanced up from his work. He hadn't made heads or tails out of anything, at least not anything new. Most info was stuff he knew already. He had been studying the books for years now.
"I can't believe she's sleeping on the job. Tsk Tsk leaving such a handsome little specimen alone. " The catty girl drawled. She messed with his papers, using misdirection to control his eyes, and candy colored lips to try to control his brain.
"She's tired. " He defended, surprising himself. The distractingly gorgeous girl rolled her eyes, pouting. He found the whole charade unattractive.
"I'm Drew. Drew Tanaka. And I know you. Augur. How interesting..." She circled him analytically. He felt uneasy.
"Did you need anything?" He asked, hoping she'd catch on to the agitation in his tone that he usually saved for Percy Jackson and other such morons.
"I just wanted to meet the pretty boy everyone's been whispering about. What a shame Rachel is asleep. I could tell her a few things. " She tapped a number two pencil midair, as if conducting.
"Like what? " He asked dryly.
"Pretty toys that get left alone get stolen." She smiled evilly at him, still managing to be pretty, but not half as pretty as Rachel. He wondered why that thought crossed his mind before realizing he was about to be "stolen" .
He was just about to protest, oddly enough planning to use the words "not my type". But he didn't have to.
"Hey Drew. Octavian isn't a toy." And unexpectedly a blue hairbrush flew from behind, smacking Drew in the face.
~oOo~
Later that night was a very interesting combined meeting.
"She only throws hairbrushes at real jerks. " Percy noted.
"Yeah, well my sister qualifies." Piper said.
"Did we make any progress today at all?" Jason asked sighing.
"Yeah! We stole Drew's everything!" Connor piped up. No one had objected to unconscious Drew.
"No dear brother, they mean matchmaking progress. " Travis draped an arm around his little brother, feigning affection before teasingly shoving him out of his chair.
"Oh. Ow! Well no then. " Connor lounged on the floor, apathetic.
"Actually, " Reyna began,
"Much progress was made. You see the person you like in a new light when they are noticed someone else," She barely glanced at Jason then continued,
"And it means a lot that he obviously wasn't interesting. And it is so on our side that nothing got done. We have time to scheme. What do you think it will take to get those love birds to like each other? We just got lucky with Drew. "
"What can we do? Thought you'd never ask. Reyna dear, take notes. My brother and I don't do things half way. We have schemes that'd melt your pretty little face off. "
"Watch it. " Nico warned, shadows twirling around him.
"He's fine. Bring it Stoll. Melt my face. " He grinned.
"My pleasure. " And they began. Faces were so totally melted.
