Is Dave Alright?
THIRD PERSON VIEW/VIEWING DAVE
Wow Dave loved this place.
First off, their war meetings were around a pool table and they had copious amounts of cheez wiz for some reason? Second, almost everyone was sarcastic as fuck. Percy has led them to the war room and someone had gotten Clovis and Chiron, the former being half carried up since he was basically asleep. Now all the councilors were sitting there looking at them muttering and cracking jokes to eachother.
“Ahem, everyone please be quiet. We have two new visitors, and I have reason to believe they are from a different universe,” the Chiron dude said, leaning back in his wheelchair. “They are Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas, and if you would all please introduce yourselves then we can continue the meeting.”
“Names Clarisse. Daughter of Ares, god of war.”
“Travis and Connor Stoll! Sons of Hermes, God of travelers, merchants, and thieves!” (cue trickster grins)
“Will Solace, you’ve already met me.”
“Nico Di Angelo, also already met me”
“Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.”
“Percy Jackson, ya’ve met me”
“Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of beauty and love,” the girl said, rolling her eyes and scoffing as if she wasn’t particularly proud about it.
“Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter, Goddess of agriculture.”
“Leo Valdez, Super Sized Mcshizzle, Bad Boy Supreme and-“ he was cut off by a pretty girl with braided hair slapping him and covering his mouth. “Excuse him, please. I am not a head camper but I attend these because I’m apparently important here. Calypso. Not sharing my heritage,” she said, eyes turning dark.
“Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Also not a head camper, but I’m the Oracle and I am mortal as well,” Another girl said, absentmindedly doodling on her jeans.
“Ain’t an Oracle a future telling thing? I honestly can’t remember,” Dave finally spoke up, reaching over to the table to grab some crackers.
“Yes, actually,” Rachel said, looking surprised.
“Cool man, wait your initials are RED? That sure is pretty ironic considering your hair color. I happen to specialize in irony so I can appreciate that,” Dave remarked, popping a cracker in his mouth and throwing another at Karkat, who looked angry but then became intrigued with the Earth food.
“Please don’t mention that, I hate that,” Rachel sighed, rubbing her hands on her jeans, smudging a doodle accidentally.
“May I ask why you are wearing sunglasses young man? It is inside, I hardly see the need to be wearing them,” Chiron questioned. “It’s an irony thing man, like I said I specialize in that area so I would know. Don’t question it dude,” Dave replied, not really wanting to go into why he was actually wearing them. He focused on Chiron for a second because of the question, and immediately regretted it. As if paradox space was mocking him or something, Chiron was about to open the mini fridge they had in there. Dave immediately tensed up and still flinched when he opened it, and audibly sighed in relief when shitty swords didn’t fall out and there was just regular items in it. Everyone froze and looked at him, and for the first time really acknowledged how weird this was going to be.