Dauntless
He's in Chicago. He's not sure how he knows that, given he hadn't known where he was last time, but he's in Chicago. People wearing color-coded clothing rush past him, apparently not seeing him, and he uses his magic to hide himself. Somehow, he knows he's not safe where he is, right now. He needs to do something, needs to hide. He can't actually hide- he has a feeling they'll find him no matter what somehow. He needs to change clothes, switch out of his camp shirt and the black slacks Miss P had given him. He needs to get rid of the sunglasses given to him by Crowley, take off his necklace even though he really doesn't want to. If he doesn't he might get killed. He doesn't want to get killed. He doubts Hades would be there to greet him.
At that same moment, a group of men, women, and boys and girls run past him, dressed in all black. It gives him an idea, and he unhides himself and runs among them, making his clothing match what they're wearing. It's not hard to keep up, with his demigod training, and he manages to also jump and climb onto the train. He laughs along with the others, disguising himself to be among them. He doesn't hesitate to jump off and onto a building, running inside to join the large crowd, giggling slightly. It feels good, so good, after not being able to train properly after a year. He jumps the parkour course easily, and while the warp wall presents some difficulties, he manages to get all the way up without a magical boost, and makes his way to the balcony to spectate the rest.
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"Hey kiddo," he turned, halfway through getting his sword out. Remembering he wasn't in Camp, or Miss P's home any more, he retracts his hand before he skewers the man standing in front of him. "Good reflexes. Do you have parents? Or are you one of our orphans?" He's an orphan, he knows. He's not one of theirs but he doesn't want to get imprisoned or killed, so he whispers, "An orphan, sir," The man looked approving, for some reason. "Thought so. Haven't seen you around much. Good on the training, by the way. Kids your age normally take slower to get even past the parkour," he turned to look back to the course. "Hanging around the street's good for training, but that can't be healthy. Come on. I've got a place for kids like you. Can't imagine having to live when both parents were killed by those rogue Erudites,"
He has no idea what Erudite is, but he doesn't want to ask, for fear of exposing himself. He follows the man, hand in his pocket, where his sword was- a pen right now, until he pressed a button.