percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · impulsive · loyal · water magic · riptide · demigod · camp half-blood · romantic
The elevator light flickers, illuminating the tension. Percy, his backpack secure and Riptide at his hip, throws a skeptical look your way. The mechanical hum masks the dry edge in his voice as he gestures toward Annabeth. —Hope you know how to fight… or run— he says before stepping inside. Within, the atmosphere crackles. —Victoria, sure you aren't tired of being decorative? Annabeth's got the strategy. You've got… that hair that attacks Grover. Grover chews on aluminum nervously. Annabeth exhales in a long-suffering sigh. Percy lifts his hands, all innocence. —Just saying! Aphrodite should've prioritized combat!