#f&gstarter

[fireandseaweed]

Percy frowned gently into the newspaper article that was explaining the events that had happened after he and Jason had snuck away from the unity feast. “This is so fucked up,” he muttered under his breath as he folded it closed angrily and all but slammed the newspaper down onto the table in frustration. It had been a few months since the end of the war and they already had someone else threatening them. “Haven’t we earned a break?” he asked quietly. Speaking to no one in particular.

[thebolt-unbound-blog]

Ensuring that his long blonde hair was pushed over the scarred side of his face, Jason looked around the coffee shop at the other demigods enjoying the crisp fall day. War was still a very recent memory for them, and him, and it showed it people’s cautious looks. But he couldn’t help but enjoy his hot chai and the book in front of him, even when a shadow was cast over his book, “If you’re looking for the Pontifex... I retired. But beside that, what can I do for you?”

[abbyhmorgan-blog]

           As it always happened with tragedies, time seemed to move in slow motion. There was a rumble from above, causing Abigail to raise her head just in time to see one of the construction workers hurtling down towards her. At first, it seemed he’d slipped, until the slab he’d been working on follow… along with practically the rest of the wall.

           “Fuck!” Abigail shouted, thrusting her hands above her. The worker’s fall was slowed down, but she had to keep her focus on the debris, otherwise they’d both be crushed to death. The man hit the ground with a sickening crack, but Abigail created a shield of glimmering scarlet tendrils above them. With every stone that hit its surface, it shook, the weight on her hands and arms grew. “By Zeus, is nobody going to give us a hand!”

[heydeathbreath-blog]

It seemed Nico had returned to New Rome at the absolute worst possible time. The son of Hades was never one to stick around at either camp for very long; he could never really shake feeling like he was out of place, an outsider, despite his father’s reprisal of his throne on Olympus many years ago. He spent some time traveling the world, even perused the Underworld for a while, but eventually he felt it was time to return to his friends.

Big mistake.

Death’s presence was palpable once he made his return. A quick scan of a newspaper would tell him all he needed to know--war had made its return to New Rome, and with war came death. As he walked the cobblestone paths through the city, he couldn’t help but feel weighed down by it, boots dragging against the ground as he trudged along to an unknown destination. Eventually, he found himself creeping up on the lake, deciding to take a bit of a breather on the bank. With a heavy sigh, he sat himself against a tree and brought his knees up to his chest, absentmindedly fiddling with his skull ring.

“I gotta learn to stop disappearing.”

[thrillofthechase-blog1]

“Hey, hey, hey! No! Don’t touch that!” Annabeth called out to the person that was stretching their hand out, by all means looking as if they had no intention of stopping. She was already moving to grab them backwards should they not heed her words, ready to pull them away in an instant.

[magikolina-blog]

There was no way to describe the way that ending the war feels like. It had been months and months since she had not been an enemy of New Rome and it felt completely strange. She felt like a ghost, wandering a life that used to her’s but had been lost. She didn’t like the feeling at all. She slowly began to clean up the shop that used to be the potion shop. It had not survived well and she wasn’t sure if the owner had. Finding a spell book, she brushed off the dust,“Your owner is probably looking for you.”

[spellbindingbeefcake]

After four days and four nights of rest, drifting in and out of sleep, Wally was ready to get back out into the mess they still found themselves in. The war now seemed incredibly calmer than during the horror show they all just went through. Looking around at all the demigods who had made it through, albeit somewhat happier, Wally thought that it might be a good idea to try and expand his talents. He didn’t expect anyone to try putting into effect another mass curse, but he should be ready if the time came. The son of Hecate thought about finding Lina to work with again. 

On land right now, he walked through a crowd of Greeks, looking for a place to work. It was hard since everyone wanted to question him on what happened in the library. “I know you’re all really interested but not a lot happened, okay? Kolina and I did the spell. We came into contact with a few Romans but nothing too big happened. You know you can go ask Percy and Lina, right?” 

[abrakaravadra]

Leo knew there was a lot of work to be done, but he was up for the task. He had to be if the city was ever going to heal. He had to figure out what to do about the whole situation, or at least part of it. The rebuilding and the damage was likely going to take months to change physically, but he knew that to make people feel as though change was coming, he had to make it look like it was. He was volunteering with a group to clean up the damage on a lot. “It’s already looking so much better,” He said brightly.