ᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇᴛʜ.
09 August 2012 @ 12:06 am
( finding herself within an ornate ballroom, she raises her brow and looks around, heaving a sigh )

Great. Where is this?

I don’t recognize any of the structures around here from any books I’ve read or Daedalus’ research, even…
( she passes another soft sigh ) Okay, talk it out, Annabeth…

Not Greek in make, so definitely not randomly somewhere in Olympus. And, it’s not Western American make either, or Eastern American for that matter… It’s just not American whatsoever. I didn’t… Fall through a crack into the Underworld, or…?

Dangit. Mom—!? Is this some sort of sudden quest—!?

Ugh,Gods! How do you go from showing plans to Zeus for a new throne room and end up — wherever the heck this is!? All I wanted to do today was get my plans together for the council room and…

Son of a gun… Actually!
Maybe I have some drachmas… If I can find some water to contact the Gods, or Percy, or…
 
 
ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴜsᴀ (#00??)
09 August 2012 @ 05:35 pm
[Christopher has been told not to approach the mountain. So of course, he is now crouched on the mountain, singing a cheery song as he transplants daisies into it.]

Sing a song for flowers! Sing a song for trees! Sing a song to live and die as Nature sees, tralalala...

[No one ever said he was a good lyricist.]

[Though Christopher isn’t aware of it, every single little gram of dirt moved annoys a beast. As the clock blithely ticks toward his doom, the stars flicker rhythmically, and one goes out. A lanky shape begins to coalesce from the darkness it leaves behind. Two long horns protrude from the shadow’s head-- or maybe they’re ears. It’s hard to tell. Whatever it is, it belongs to something very real, and very displeased.

It’s probably a trick of the starlight, but for a minute, this strange and terrible being's eyes seem red.]


Whats the fucks dos you thinks you’re doin’s to Toki’s mountain?!