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Allison didn't know how someone could not understand Tori. The language of Spirit was perfectly clear for her. Whatever the case, Tori was some sort of hybrid and afraid of venti, and so Allison sheathed Night Owl and grabbed Jasmine and Saya's wrists, running into the nearest building: the back door of a fancy-looking arena. They burst in and heard a wave of loud music that sounded familiar.
"What the flip?" Saya said over the music.
Allison looked around at the high ceiling and the walls and floor painted black and realized they were backstage to something. "We're not supposed to be here."
Jasmine smiled evilly. "That's my favorite way to be somewhere."
Saya's eyes widened. "Holy schist. This is Panic? at the Disco music."
"And I'm not a techie, but I assume that that is definitely a soundcheck, so…" Jasmine prompted.
"Australia." Dam. Allison instinctively understood what Tori meant.
The wind started howling outside the thick metal door. "How about we yeet out of here and find someplace safer inside the building, just like a tornado drill?" Jasmine suggested.
"We never had Brendon drills at school!" Saya fangirled (as usual).
"Not officially, but, we talked about what you would do if Brendon Urie came to our school before we saw In The Heights," Jasmine pointed out.
"I mean, just, I dunno, treat them with respect like 'sorry to bother you, but we were chased by… a street gang so umm like now we're here. We're big fans?" Allison took her sword out of its scabbard and casually started running her fingers along the stygian iron edge, sharpening it while never cutting her own alabaster-white skin.
Suddenly, Saya yelled, "The ambrosia JUsT wore off!" She took the smushed ambrosia bag of out of her backpack and ate the last few crumbs, but obviously, it wasn't anywhere near a full dose.
"Who are you guys?" A familiar voice echoed from the speakers plugged into the wall to their right. An equally recognizable person walked into the room with a gold microphone in his hand like he'd held it a thousand times before.
"Urm, my friend here, uh is kind of in pain, need help?" Allison said awkwardly.
Brendon Urie looked straight at Tori, floating in a little tornado a few feet above their heads. "Demigods, amiright?"
"Umm… Son of Apollo, I'm guessing?" Saya asked, seeming to forget all about her sprained ankle in the presence of this modern god.
"Yeah. I'm also a legacy of Spes. Athena?" He assumed.
"Yeah. That's Saya. I'm Jasmine, Hecate kid and that's Allison, daughter of Hades." Jasmine introduced them.
"And that's Tori, a demiventi," Allison added.
"Village," Tori greeted. Hello.
"I'd say you fought a monster." The mic in Brendon's hand changed to an imperial gold sword.
"How did you get that? I always thought you'd be Greek since you're kind of the only person that's always part of Panic? Instead of it being a tight-knit team, no offense." Jasmine said.
Saya smacked her. "Why would you say that?" she hissed.
"Oh, I found it on a quest and just used it." Brendon shrugged, pretending not to have heard the Hecate kid's rude comment.
"Oh. Cool."
"Sorry to interrupt, umm.. we were running from some Venti. Umm.. we're big fans?" Allison said.
"Oh really?" Brendon grinned. "That's awesome."
"She's probably memorized every single song by you guys in the world by now," Jasmine said, jerking her thumb at Saya.
Saya laughed awkwardly. "Yep."
"Wow. Even the old ones?"
"Yeah…"
"Like your bracelet by the way." Brendon complimented.
Saya glanced at her pan flag bracelet. "Is it that noticeable, or do you just have a gaydar?"
"Pansexuals can detect other pans. It's a talent of ours ya know." Brendon joked. "In fact, the lil emo seems to be the only straight one in this room." Jasmine nodded, showing off the bi flag- themed string that held her bismuth charm. "So, what happened to your leg? A monster attack, right? Come on." Brendon led them to the Greenroom and went to a closet in the back. He pulled out a bunch of ambrosia squares and bandages. "Here."
"Wait, you already had some ambrosia today," Jasmine warned. "Is that safe?"
Saya shrugged, her ankle obviously getting worse by the minute. "Let's risk it."
"You don't look like you're close to your designated death," Allison said, flippantly morbid as usual. Saya ate the square.
"That's better," she started to say but was interrupted by Tori's scream. Allison whipped around and didn't see Tori floating behind them.
"Frick." She ran out of the room, Jasmine overtaking her, and looked around backstage.
Jasmine wiped away the Mist and they saw Tori tornadoing dangerously near the stage lights and equipment trying to restrain another, bigger venti from coming down and killing them. "Stop!" Allison yelled. Jasmine took a shot at it with her airsoft gun, but it moved out of the way.
Brendon cursed and called "Bring the monster down to the stage."
"Tie!" Yes. Tori struggled to move the stronger tornado, but for a second, it lashed out, breaking some of the complicated technology on the ceiling.
Jasmine ran towards the triangular stage. "Over here!" She yelled, unswitching her imperial gold and silver switchblade and trying to get the larger venti to come towards her.
Saya limped out the Greenroom and saw the venti. The venti had started to whirl towards Jasmine, who glared at it and was yelling "Come at me, bro!" followed by some very creative cursing.
Saya saw the opportunity and threw her dagger into the air with surgical precision, impaling the venti. It dissipated into the air.
"Nice aim. It's hard to kill those," Brendon said.
"Child of Athena." She reminded, but she had a grim look on her face.
"What?" Allison asked.
"もう、短剣を天井に刺しちゃった。" Saya probably didn't even realize she wasn't speaking English.
"What?" Allison asked once again.
"My dagger is stuck in the ceiling. Do you think you can control it and get it down?" She wondered.
"I can try." Allison concentrated and stuck her hand out. She felt a surge of power, and the dagger came hurtling towards her. She ducked, and the dagger stuck, blade quivering from impact, into the wooden floor.
"Well, okay then. Thanks." Saya said.
"That whole fight belonged in a Storbucks commercial," Jasmine muttered.
"Everyone is going to be coming soon, and I bet there's some venti waiting outside… Maybe you should stay here," Brendon offered.
"Wait, really?" Saya paused.
"Yeah. You said you were fans, and you kinda saved this place. It's the least you deserve. The venti have been getting more cocky lately, and I doubt that I could have scared it away on my own without destroying the spotlight and setting stuff on fire."
"Woah. Umm thanks." Saya said, still stunned.
"The band's practicing in the upstairs, but Nicole, the bassist, is sick." He worried.
"Saya's really good at singing, and she's already memorized all the lyrics," Jasmine interjected.
"Am I really though?" Saya contradicted.
"Great!" Brendon relaxed.
"Umm. Even if it's not the entire place, some of the equipment is broken." Allison reminded.
"I've got it." Jasmine lifted her arms dramatically and they were engulfed in swirling rainbow flames that felt like how one might imagine clouds for a second. She laughed, delighted that her trick was impressive.
Then, they heard shrieking outside and Allison easily recognized the signature sound of her fellow fangirls. Brendon looked at his watch. "Well, it's about to start. We doing this?"
"Tartarus yes," Jasmine said without hesitation.
"Let's go," Allison agreed.
Hope you enjoyed! Goodbye, my little sushi rolls!