"I can't believe we're doing this," Magnus gave Percy a pointed look. Percy shrugged before uncapping his pen, bringing forth Riptide.
"Love is crazy, man. I've learned it's better not to ask questions when it comes to this kinda thing," Percy replied. Magnus rolled his before unclipping the pendant that magically contained his sword, Sumarbander aka Jack.
"About time! Now, if you two will excuse us, I would like to spend some alone time with this lovely sword," Jack said. The two demigods left, closing and locking the door behind them. "Finally! I thought they'd never leave."
'As did I. I am glad to see you again,' Riptide 'winked'. (telepathically communicating with other weapon). Jack could feel himself going soft. Metaphorically, anyways.
"As am I, my lady. It's been too long," Jack sighed in content. Then he noticed Riptide 'frown'. "What is the matter?"
'While you were away, I met this arrow- let me finish!' Jack quit glaring and let her continue. 'He meant nothing. I tried to get him to leave me alone but...he knows I'm seeing you and he isn't happy about it.'
"Thou art right! i doth not liketh the bethought yond thou art stealing this fair maiden from me!"
Without Jack or Riptide noticing, Apollo had walked into the room and placed his arrow on the table the weapons were gathered on before he walked out, muttering about stupid Shakespearean arrows and talking swords and pens.
"Now wait a second! She's mine!" Jack cried. Riptide mumbled a 'yes' in agreement. But the Arrow of Dodona wasn't having it.
"The mistress is mineth, thee fartuous sw'rd"
"Actually, she's mine," Percy interrupted as he grabbed Riptide and left the room. On his way out, Riptide 'shouted' that she loved Jack and no other weapon.
"Ha! See? That babe loves me!" Jack yelled. Magnus came in and sheathed him as he sighed in annoyance. "Sure she does."
"Apollo! i might not but findeth h'r and woo h'r!" The Arrow of Dodona yelled. Apollo simply raised an eyebrow before placing the arrow into its quiver.
AN:
Shakespeare to English translation
-"Thou art right! i doth not liketh the bethought yond thou art stealing this fair maiden from me!" actually means "You are right! I do not like the thought that you are stealing this fair maiden from me!"
-"The mistress is mineth, thee fartuous sw'rd!" means "The lady is mine, you silly sword!"
-"Apollo! i might not but findeth h'r and woo h'r!" means "Apollo! I must find her and woo her!"
This was requested and I thought it would be pretty funny. Review if you have a suggestion!
Kitkat Out!