LOG: PERCY JACKSON AND ROY MUSTANG
Who: Percy Jackson [sonoftheseadog] and Roy Mustang [fireambition]
What: Roy needs to be picked up. Percy just...happens to be nearby.
Where: Some island!
When: Tonight!
Notes: Rated PG, probably. And your characters didn't see this unless they're aboard Calypso. But even then, they were asleep, so. They didn't. :|
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It was pretty late, but Percy couldn't sleep, and decided to sail them a bit further while everyone else was asleep. That was one of the advantages to being able to run a Spanish Galleon meant to be run by almost 200 people by himself. Being out on the open sea was really relaxing and getting some headway while everyone else got some rest was a bonus. Off in the distance Percy could tell there was an island, and steered towards it, hoping there might be some treasure littered among the rocks of the shore, or maybe some ruins for Annabeth to explore. Or, of course, some news on Grover's whereabouts or perhaps even a clue as to how they'd ended up in this world in the first place, so they might be able to figure out a way home. He leaned against the mast, relaxing. He knew instinctively that there were no obstacles directly ahead of them so he took the opportunity to take a load off.
Nearby, Blackjack, Percy's black Pegasus, whinnied. "What is it?" Percy asked, perking up.
Fire, Blackjack said, not out loud, but directly into Percy's head. Another perk of being the son of the sea god, who had created horses from sea foam, was being able to communicate with horses.
"Fire?" Percy asked, standing up and peering over the railing of Calypso, where the island he'd been steering toward was barely visible over the horizon. Suddenly, there was a burst of flame, almost an explosion. "Whoa," Percy said, eyebrows shooting up. "I wonder what that is. Wanna go check it out, Blackjack?"
Sure thing, Boss, Blackjack said, wings shifting anxiously. Percy let down the anchor, without ever having to take a step, and then hopped up onto Blackjack's back, patting his pocket to make sure the pen that transformed into his sword, Riptide, was there, as it always was.
"All right, buddy," he said, nodding. "Let's go." Blackjack took off, galloping through the night sky toward the island.
What: Roy needs to be picked up. Percy just...happens to be nearby.
Where: Some island!
When: Tonight!
Notes: Rated PG, probably. And your characters didn't see this unless they're aboard Calypso. But even then, they were asleep, so. They didn't. :|
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It was pretty late, but Percy couldn't sleep, and decided to sail them a bit further while everyone else was asleep. That was one of the advantages to being able to run a Spanish Galleon meant to be run by almost 200 people by himself. Being out on the open sea was really relaxing and getting some headway while everyone else got some rest was a bonus. Off in the distance Percy could tell there was an island, and steered towards it, hoping there might be some treasure littered among the rocks of the shore, or maybe some ruins for Annabeth to explore. Or, of course, some news on Grover's whereabouts or perhaps even a clue as to how they'd ended up in this world in the first place, so they might be able to figure out a way home. He leaned against the mast, relaxing. He knew instinctively that there were no obstacles directly ahead of them so he took the opportunity to take a load off.
Nearby, Blackjack, Percy's black Pegasus, whinnied. "What is it?" Percy asked, perking up.
Fire, Blackjack said, not out loud, but directly into Percy's head. Another perk of being the son of the sea god, who had created horses from sea foam, was being able to communicate with horses.
"Fire?" Percy asked, standing up and peering over the railing of Calypso, where the island he'd been steering toward was barely visible over the horizon. Suddenly, there was a burst of flame, almost an explosion. "Whoa," Percy said, eyebrows shooting up. "I wonder what that is. Wanna go check it out, Blackjack?"
Sure thing, Boss, Blackjack said, wings shifting anxiously. Percy let down the anchor, without ever having to take a step, and then hopped up onto Blackjack's back, patting his pocket to make sure the pen that transformed into his sword, Riptide, was there, as it always was.
"All right, buddy," he said, nodding. "Let's go." Blackjack took off, galloping through the night sky toward the island.