Percy but Not Percy 11
A/N: so I so far got 4 OCs. Which is fine, I could always use more though. Might add em' in next chapter
Disclaimer: If I owned PJO I would make some big bucks. I do not have big bucks.
The campers looked around them fearfully. True, they didn't know the other group of campers, but they figured that ten demigods was better than five fighting each other and getting crushed by a greater foe.
"Please, there is no need for that. We mean you no harm." They guessed it was the leader said. Which would make the leader the black haired seventeen year old sitting on a crate. The crate shook, as if something was in it. Though the leader didn't seem to notice.
The room they were in had several catwalks bridging the space above. An elevator was stationed by a bathroom. Sets of door ways that branched off into different directions. The base was random, like the Seekers.
"How are we supposed to trust you?" Thalia asked.
"I have no reason, does trust require one?" The person replied. He cocked his head to one side.
"Uh DUH!" Connor interrupted. "Stuff like who you are! What you're going to do with us!" Connor threw his arms in the air. The look on his face was his well-known "DUH" look. He used that look mostly on new campers.
"My name is Perceuse Jackson, Son of Poseidon, leader of the Seekers and defeater of Python. Though you can call me Percy." He smiled brightly and stuck out his hand. Thalia's, Jason's and everyone else except for other Seekers looked surprised. The Seekers, including Percy, were mildly confused.
"Impossible!" Everyone yelled. Percy gave them a quizzical look. The other seekers looks varied, one woman who looked about forty was grimacing, a girl who was wearing hunters garb glared. The nine year old girl rolled her eyes. The funniest reaction was a boy who looked like a son of Athena falling backwards. But that's not important.
"How so? Poseidon has many children, aren't there a lot of them at either of your camps?" He looked at them curiously, like they were a new species of rodent.
"The great prophecy!" Dakota protested. "Don't you know it?"
"What prophecy?" The teenager sitting next to Percy said.
"The prophecy about the child of the big three, one of them was obviously the answer Silas. and I'm surprised Percy doesn't know it either!" Another seeker said. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt and jeans, he wore them like they were covering something. Percy looked at him.
"Oh yes! Thank you Katashi." He said. Then he turned back to the campers. "Now with that matter put to rest, let's negotiate!"
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Dakota knew throughout the whole thing that Percy was a liar. All of his lies about being on their side meant nothing to her. All she wanted was to get Gwen back. Before falling asleep, she went back over the final terms.
They would stay here as guests.
They could not leave.
They could leave when Olympus agreed to leave the Primordials alone.
Everyone should be friends here.
They would be able to contact camp whenever they wanted.
They would stay in the unused rooms.
They could get their friends from lockdown, if they were still alive.
All facilities were open to their use.
She frowned momentarily, she felt like something she was doing was wrong. She pushed the thought away, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Linda didn't trust the campers one bit. The problem was that Percy trusts them completely. They would probably launch an attack, and then Ophion would attempt to take over once again. Linda, daughter of Khione would keep an eye on them.
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Connor Stoll was thinking about something else.
The girls.
Man! There were some smokin' hot babes that worked with the Percy dude. He would have to work some Stoll charm on them. They would be in looove with him. After all, who could resist Connor Stoll?
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The next morning the campers woke up first. They soon got lost trying to find the Lockdown, or the kitchen. The two groups began an uneasy conversation with the other. Hazel was the first one to find the Kitchen. They looked a little more for the Lockdown, but eventually caved into their growing hunger. They walked back to the kitchens.
The kitchen itself was small, as a large round table took up most of the space. The table had about twenty seats. There was another table that had about forty.
So it was actually a big kitchen. It was just the cooking space that was small.
There was one other person in the kitchen. It was a girl, about nineteen years old.
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Bobby felt his jaw drop, the kid Connor's did too. She was so, goddess like, with long, straight brown hair that the light reflected off. She was hot, slim waist, (and things that most guys look for in a girl, not me though, but most, it gets annoying) and just drop dead sexy.
Except for her clothes, she was wearing a white long sleeve shirt that covered her upperbody, long track pants, and sneakers. She also wore a hat. In her hand was a cup of what looked like coffee. He felt he finally found someone in his league.
So naturally, he swaggered over and put a hand on the girls shoulder. He then said.
"Hey baby, you single?"
The scene that followed involved many swear words, violence, and many other things.
It ended with Bobby, and Connor, on the floor. They had bruises all over their body, and they were out cold. The girl, who Annabeth asked her name, it turned out to be Karen, was sitting down, drinking coffee.
After some ambrosia magic, they sat down at a different table. They found some food in the freezer, pantry, and fridge and quickly made it. It was silent while they were eating. One by one, their hosts filed in, some stared at the food, others glared at the campers, while a few more looked half asleep. Then he came in.
He was short; he loped with his back bent, body low. He had wild, crazy black hair that went all over his body. His dark, Middle Eastern skin seemed to reflect the light. His eyes were wild, darting back and forth, never focusing. Hid skin looked more like a shell. His hands and feet more like claws, Katie swore he had fangs. In fact, he also had what looked like knife launchers on each wrist.
His eyes, well, since he had an eye patch, eye flicked at them. He turned himself to fully face them. He grinned, showing off two rows of razor sharp teeth, he growled.
Yes, he growled.
A/N: Ok, I'm pretty sure that broke 1k words. Remember, I could always use more OCs, but anyways.
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