For the past two weeks I've been imagining an Ascended Percy but is Sally was born over three thousand years ago—so Percy ascended a little over three thousand years ago. He's an established god by the start of the series. Most don't like talking about him because he's considered volatile and dangerous *cough* won't/has the strength not to do a damn thing Zeus says *cough* *cough*, he helps run Camp Half Blood.
Zeus: Okay, we need someone to run Camp Half Blood with Chiron—
Percy: *Kicks Down The Doors* I VOLUNTEER!
Poseidon: ...Percy!? It's been centuries—!
Percy: And it will be at least another, I'm still not talking to you (–_–)
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Percy: *Polishing Riptide* I was flooding cities before your mother's bloodline was even a thing, don't you find that odd?
Luke: *Drunk off his ass* Can you sharpen that on me?
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Hermes: *Slams a bottle of rosé on Apollo's desk* ...
Apollo: ...What happened...?
Hermes: ...Three thousand, one hundred, and nineteen years of courting him—fighting with you over him...And he picked my. fucking. son...
Apollo: You're shitting me right...?
Hermes: ...*Cracks open the bottle and starts pouring them both a glass*
Apollo: TELL ME YOU'RE SHITTING ME—












