Pt. 2
The carnage continues! Or rather, it begins.
I finally bought Hogwarts Legacy, and I have spent the past month playing it. Fun game, but you can definitely tell that most of the focus went into gameplay and setting. Your character is bland and boring with no history or personality to them at all, and the story itself is basic and passable, with the main villain being a generic bad guy with standard goals of world domination.
That being said, I can’t help but think of a PJO videogame in the same style. As in, it takes place in the past, therefore eliminating the presence of the modern MCs except for the likes of Chiron. Now, as for which time period in the past, I think the Civil War would be awesome, because that’s when the Confederate Romans and the Union Greeks really went at it.
You could have a modified musket that’s enchanted to never reload with a Celestial Bronze bayonet, or an Imperial Gold one if you decide to play as a Roman.
I’ve also thought of a Backup Plan AU in which child Shin’en goes back home with Persephone instead of staying in the Shinobi World, and it so happens that Persephone goes to Hogwarts as a foreign exchange student due to being a demigod, along with other demigods, and the story explores Shin’en getting help and therapy for his trauma, and integrating as a kid instead of a soldier/assassin. Shin’en would also be a tad OOC in this continuity, being quieter, reserved, more prone to crying due to greater emotional instability, more jittery, stronger abandonment issues to the point where he would start to get anxious if Persephone was in the bathroom for too long—basically suffering from severe PTSD to the point that he’s basically got the mind of a small child that is in desperate need for lots of hugs.
Probably never going to happen, but it’s a fun thought bunny.
Obviously, I continued with this story instead of revamping Dragon Princess. I promise that story is still on the table, but that’s not saying much considering how many other stories are still on the table. Oh, well.
Life is full of disappointments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own PJO or any other media herein
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“Initiating Olympus reconfiguration.”
The mountain shuddered and shook as it did just that. In a showing similar to Cybertron transforming into Primus, streets were opened, certain buildings dropped into the mountain itself, platforms rose from the rock, and Olympus did indeed reconfigure from a floating mountain into a gigantic gun platform. Massive turrets and cannons, rocket launchers, missile bays, antennas, and more.
In short, Wheels’ living program just turned Mt. Olympus into something more powerful and deadly than Mongul’s War World. Even better was how there was a hologram of Olympus showing the mountain’s entire reconfiguration in real time, eventually ending on its new form: a golden city situated amongst a floating, spherical battlecruiser.
“And now for the pièce de resistance,” Wheels said with a perfect accent.
Pushing another button on the keyboard, the very thrones of the gods started to sink into the floor, sinking into new alcoves like control rods. As each throne vanished from site, getting plugged into the mountain, a feminine, computerized voice sounded off:
Program Dionysus: Online.
Program Hermes: Online.
Program Hephaestus: Online.
Program Aphrodite: Online.
Program Artemis: Online.
And so on until finally:
Program Zeus: Online.
Wheels nodded at Shin’en. “We are locked and loaded.”
“Get her fired up,” Shin’en said.
With another nod, Wheels started calling out commands. “Program Athena: Aegis Shield. Spherical shape around the mountain. Program Artemis: Lunar Charge. Direct energy to main power cells. Program Ares: Invigorate. Direct energy to main power cells. Program Dionysus: Madness Wave. Standby. Program Aphrodite: Love Wave. Standby. Program Apollo: Longshot. Monitor the skies for any airborne hostiles and eliminate them. Program Demeter: Revitalize. Remain on standby to render healing. Program Hermes: Speedster. Overlock all active programs at my signal. Program Hephaestus: System Maintenance. Constantly monitor all active programs and systema across the mountain, repair as possible, and provide constant feedback on all performance. Set Programs Zeus, Poseidon, and Hera on idle. I will assign them as needed later.”
With every command, the huge battle station obeyed.
The hologram showed a translucent sphere spreading around Olympus, huge banks of solar panels rising to catch the light of the full moon on this clear, hellish night, two omni-directional antennas lowering from the bottom of the mountain, turrets and guns gaining a slight golden sheen to them as they started moving up, down, left, and right, scanning the skies in a all directions from every point on the battle station. Snaking up around Wheels’ chair from the floor was a tube with a needle at the end, and when the tube got to his arm, the needle punctured his vein at the crook of his elbow like an IV. True enough, a lively green liquid began filling the tube from the floor up, pausing at the insertion point. Finally, another holographic screen popped up, showing performance data on all other programs.
Wheels looked at Shin’en. “All systems nominal.”
Shin’en nodded. “Bring up the monitors.”
Wheels hit a button and five more screens appeared, showing third-person live footage of Asteria, Leviathan, Virgil, Gunslinger, Tobi, and Piper, along with displaying the standard patient monitor vital data typically seen in a patient room in a hospital. In short, the displays were showing a war.
Asteria and Leviathan were engaged with Polybotes, Oceanus, Keto, and Phorcys, battling beneath the waves.
Tobi was standing suspended in the forehead of a gigantic chakra avatar—Itachi’s Perfect Susano’o—facing off against an even more gigantic tornado with a pair of massive, glowing eyes close to the top where the spinning column met the black clouds, with those eyes being situated much higher than the Susano’o.
On Olympus, Virgil and Gunslinger were fighting their way through the hordes, bullets and blasts of energy flying in all directions as the duo fought to get to the temples of the rebelling gods.
For those that knew Piper, they were all quite scared to see her with Katoptris in one hand, and a tomahawk in the other, chopping and cutting mortal men down left and right as she fought her own way to the nearby new emperor of Triumvirate Holdings.
“We’ve got incoming,” Wheels said, pointing at a radar. Indeed, a number of large red blips were periodically appearing as the pulse spun around. “It’s the cacodemons. They’re in the city.”
Yet another holographic screen popped up, this one divided into several squares, showing the cacodemons that had been razing the camps and other important locations, along with the other cacodemons that had previously been held in reserve. More unholy hybrids, of course, all of them big as the buildings they were either knocking down or squeezing past as they stomped down the streets of Manhattan on their way to the Empire State Building.
Wheels tilted his head. “How are they planning to get up here?”
“Let’s not give them the opportunity to show us,” Shin’en said. “Fire at will.”
“Firing at will!” Wheels grinned.
Grabbing hold of joysticks that popped up on the arms of his wheelchair, Wheels took control of the weapon systems of his converted mounted. He proceeded to unleash the ordinance.
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Earlier
Asteria and Leviathan appeared in the skies far above the ocean before they started plummeting to the waters below. The wind howled in their ears as they fell, and they were able to bear witness to the greatest navel sight in history, because beneath them was the entire world’s navy. Though it was still pitch-black, their eyes could see the hundreds of vessels from all the countries that had them, including the submarines in the waters beneath.
There were aircraft carriers, battleships, destroyers, cruisers, the aforementioned subs, and more. All the ships of the United States, Russia, China, Britain, France, North Korea, Algeria, Iran, Pakistan, Israel, Saudi Arabia, even South Africa, and many more. Given all the divine players at work, it was clear that they literally teleported every naval vessel on the planet into the great cluster of steel below for the mightiest showing of Earth’s naval power imaginable, because it was literally all of Earth’s naval power.
It was sad, really.
Objectively speaking, Tartarus and his allies had successfully brought about world peace. All it took was a massive warping of the Mist to effectively enslave the minds of mankind.
That was why it was sad. It took the robbing of free will to finally achieve unity amongst men.
But anyway.
Asteria and Leviathan angled their bodies so they were diving headfirst. A number of ships actually turned their guns at them and opened fire, splitting the seas with terrific booms from the main batteries and smaller cannons. All of the ordinance missed, of course, not that any of it would have had any major effect on the alternate Percy’s. Still, it made for an epic show, Asteria and Leviathan plummeting to the ocean with explosions all around them.
They smashed into the roiling waves, but instead of the tsunami they had been aiming for to annihilate Earth’s armada, they instead barely splashed. If they had to guess, the four water deities had been manipulating the water in an attempt to actually make it solid in a sense, and nullify Asteria and Leviathan’s own hydrokinesis so that instead of harmlessly diving into the sea, they would’ve splattered like normal people. As that was the case, then it was a great testament to the power of their bodies that they still barely felt the impact of splashdown.
They didn’t even drop ten feet before they were attacked.
Asteria caught the center prong of Oceanus’s trident and was taken on a swim across the ocean.
Polybotes flung his huge net at Leviathan, and the Lord of the Abyss ripped right through it with his bear hands. Phorcys attacked, and he got smacked upside the head for his efforts, only to bounce right back into the fray as if someone had struck him with a plastic straw. Leviathan caught the diminutive old sea god by the throat and squeezed, intending to crush his neck, only for Phorcys to laugh.
“I’m not so easy this time!”
Referring to how canon Percy had managed to overpower his authority over water years ago in Atlanta.
Phorcys had no weapons, but that didn’t stop him from being able to stab his fingernails up to the first joint in hands into Leviathan’s forearm, through his dragon bone vambrace. Purple blood flowed from the wounds into the ocean.
Leviathan flung Phorcys away, but the old sea god righted himself and floated there, grinning. Polybotes swam up next to him, making their size difference extra apparent.
“You strike me as the type that doesn’t see his own blood often,” said the Bane of Poseidon.
“That is true,” said Leviathan, the punctures in his arm healing in seconds. “However, being able to harm me does not work in your favor the way you think it does. If someone like Phorcys was able to break through not just my armor, but also my skin, then perhaps this campaign will be worth my time after all.”
A very wide smile broke across the First Number One’s face, and his mismatched eyes both turned bright gold as his pupils became vertical slits. The sea suddenly thrummed with intense energy—Yoki aura—and both Phorcys and Polybotes felt their confidence waning.
“Ten percent,” said the smiling Leviathan. “Let’s see how that big human belief buff both of you have fares against ten percent of my power.”
With a roar that echoed across the oceans, Leviathan surged forward with so much speed that a shock cone frothing with bubbles formed around him.
Over with Asteria, she tossed the trident out of her face and stabbed at Oceanus with her tail. It would have been a lethal strike as she was aiming for his throat, only the Titan pulled a trick that was completely within the realm of possibility, but still uncool: he liquefied his body, and Asteria’s tail passed right through him just like it passed through the rest of the water.
The mother of four couldn’t help but feel a tad annoyed with that trick. Yeah, she could do it too, as could her children as they were all legacies of Poseidon, as could Shin’en—something he found endlessly amusing whenever they spared—but it was so annoying when used against her. Still, given how much experience she had in dealing with that ability, it wasn’t like she was completely helpless.
Oceanus swam past her, carried by his momentum. He used it to turn himself around and go shooting at Asteria. She went shooting up, straight for the underbelly of an aircraft carrier that was passing overhead as this battle was taking place in the middle of a huge armada, Oceanus chasing after her. She smashed into 90,000 tons of displacement so hard and with so much power that the whole ship shuddered and bounced as if it had struck a speed bump.
Oceanus came in less than a second later, and Asteria pushed off the ship with no time to spare. The Titan went rocketing through the ship, his trident going straight through the hull, and he had been carrying so much speed behind him that he went flying straight through the flight deck. Asteria would have gone tearing right up after him, except that Keto decided to grab a submarine and use it as a baseball bat.
Made for an amusing sight and good demonstration of what a sea deity could do while in the sea, but the sailors inside definitely were not happy.
As for Asteria, she clung to the hull and went racing along the length. She crossed the circumference on the backside of the sub, getting behind Keto, but as stated: a sea deity in the sea. Keto knew very well that Asteria had been coming for her, and was not at all taken by surprise. That didn’t mean she easily fended Asteria off, however, as she was put on the ropes due to the stellar combination of the Xenomorph Goddess’s usage of claws and tail.
Oceanus splashed back down and went charging back into the fray, swimming right in the midst of Asteria and Keto, forcing Asteria on the defensive as she fought against them both.
She could definitely feel how much more powerful they were compared to how they were in her own world, and how they used to be in this one. The power of human belief was nothing to scoff at, as where Asteria would have been able to easily handle Keto and Oceanus by herself, now she was having difficulty getting the upper hand.
And this was even with her being boosted by being in saltwater.
Granted, they were all in saltwater, so they were all empowered, so it kind of nullified itself, but still.
However, Asteria was only having difficulty because she was limiting herself to purely physical force. She had many more tricks up her proverbial sleeve, such as drawing on the powers of her many other children and descendants, even if they were in another dimension. Perks of being the Xenomorph Goddess with a ten billion-strong hive comprised of children born from gods across her planet.
One particularly special child having been born from Asteria’s Facehugger and the sun god Ra.
Subject 3 started to glow as she began channeling the power of the sun.
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“You got any verses of scripture that apply to a situation like this!?” Gunslinger shouted over the sounds of violence.
Gunfire, howling, shrieking monsters, grenade explosions, collapsing buildings, energy beams, body parts getting blasted off numerous creatures, and also the rumbling of Olympus as Wheels reconfigured the mountain into a battle station.
Virgil swung the Sword of Destiny, discharging an arc of golden energy that ripped through no less than three dozen monsters, their severed corpses being left strewn across the ground as opposed to dissolving into golden dust. “Yae, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”
Gunslinger fired off a grenade and blew up a group of monsters. “Well, amen!”
He squeezed the trigger on his machine gun, the barrel erupting with fire as it sprayed dozens of bullets that mowed down the horde.
The two continued to fight their way forward, yard after yard, leaving blood, entrails, and bodies in their wake as they marched to the first temple on their list, the Temple of Hypnos. One of the many that had been damaged by Kronos during his assault almost six years ago, then redesigned by Annabeth and rebuilt by several cyclopes.
Now it was being used as a portal to flood Olympus with the enemy.
Gunslinger and Virgil eventually bottlenecked the portal as they pushed the monsters back.
“Hey. What gives!?” shouted a wild centaur that was still in the pit as the line started going backwards.
“Aren’t we supposed to be overrunning Olympus right now!?” shouted an empousa.
The sounds of battle eventually became louder than the cacophony of monsters, bringing the cacophony to a quiet as they tried to figure out was going on. Then the backwards stampede started as the ones in the front started trying to get away.
“Think we could march in there and destroy the whole pit?” Gunslinger asked, firing a grenade through the wide-open doors blowing up a huge group of monsters.
“All things are possible through Him who strengthens me,” Virgil said with a shrug.
“So God could destroy the whole pit?”
“Yep.”
“Have you asked Him?”
“I asked Him to be with us during this fight, and here we are.”
“But you didn’t ask Him to blow up Tartarus so we can go home?”
“Oh, I did.”
“And He said no?”
“We’re still here, aren’t we?”
Gunslinger sighed. “I guess this is one of those times in which God works in mysterious ways?”
“Oh, very mysterious ways,” Virgil said.
He raised the Sword of Destiny aloft, the blade glowing and thrumming, and when he brought it down, a beam like the wrath of God Himself came down from above and blasted the Temple of Hypnos to pieces, destroying the portal to Tartarus.
Gunslinger blinked. “Is that, like, based on a range?”
“It works better when I can see what I’m trying to blow up.”
“Oh.”
“That being said…”
Virgil grabbed Gunslinger, making the boy yelp in surprise, and the two of them vanished in a burst of golden light, reconstituting not far from the next temple, this one being dedicated to Nemesis.
When Gunslinger’s eyes stopped spinning, he glowered at Virgil, who was smirking slightly under his hood.
“You could do that this whole time, couldn’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Then why-!?”
“Needed to get the blood pumping.”
“The blood-!? Dude!”
“Have you not been enjoying getting to fire a huge, magic gun?”
Gunslinger puffed his cheeks out. “Maybe…”
“Well, there we go. I’ve been facilitating your enjoyment of this operation.”
“Whatever.”
Gunslinger opened full auto on the hordes below, blowing body parts off left and right while Virgil brought down the Power of God on the pagan temple.
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Clad in her hawk-like Tlanuwa Armor, Piper alit on the roof of the Triumvirate Holdings building, not smashing into the place in some epic grand entrance because A) she had no idea what was even in the building, and B) didn’t know where the emperor inside even was, or what he looked like. Thus, just blasting into the enemy fortress would have been very stupid.
Instead, Piper closed her eyes, the glowing pink lights in the helmet of her armor narrowing into thin slits. With little effort, she detached her spirit from her body—essence projection—and combed the halls of the tower, taking note of personnel, defenses, armaments, and with a small application of will, she found the emperor in the throne room of the tower.
He didn’t look like much, skinny, short, heavily balding, though his left eye was missing and his right eye was covered by a large monocle. He wore an ugly purple suit with purple alligator hide shoes, and strapped to his waist was an officer’s saber.
Though Piper had stopped time for her out-of-body experience, that didn’t stop the emperor from showing some moxie.
He turned to look at her and spoke with a French accent. “Ms. Piper McLean, it is an honor. I am Emperor Lafreniere. We have been following your exploits these past two years—very impressive…very heartbreaking. For what it is worth, I am sorry for what you’ve been through. Now, I know that this is not a social call, but you are here on business. End of the world and all that. Unfortunately, I will not be coming quietly. If you desire to bring me before Chaos’s associate, or kill me yourself, you will have to work for it. You know where to find me.”
Piper ended the dream, returned to her body without a second of real time having passed, and she proceeded to smash through the roof of the skyscraper, and then smashed through floor after floor until she crashed down into the throne room.
Lafreniere drew his saber.
Piper shot straight at him.
The French emperor did that thing the Twins did from Matrix Reloaded, in that he turned himself into an intangible, discolored specter. Piper went right through him, and then time slowed. The Cherokee warrior barely made it all the way through Lafreniere when he spun and solidified himself, bringing down his saber. Piper halted and pivoted on the ball of her foot, swinging her arm around. There was a mighty clang as the emperor’s sword connected with Piper’s armored forearm, and the sword went flying while Piper winced.
Even through her impenetrable armor, that had actually hurt. She was definitely going to have a bruise from that one, impressively enough.
Of course, while the emperor had gotten knocked back due to the transfer of forces, Piper’s arm was still going for his face. He turned back into a ghost and flew off to his sword.
Piper noted two things from this: the saber became intangible whenever Lafreniere became intangible, and the fact that he had to go get it indicated that he couldn’t just summon it to him.
Lafreniere caught his sword and settled back on the ground, demonstrating another thing: gravity resumed its normal function whenever he was solid.
“An excellent opening bout,” said the emperor. “Your reflexes and bodily control are impeccable.”
Piper didn’t say anything. Instead, she screamed. It was literally loud enough that OSHA regulations would demand hearing protection for it, and the pitch was great enough that the glass around the throne room shattered. The guards—Germani and pandai—all fell to the ground, the Germani desperately clutching their ears, while the pandai actually straight-up died, their sensitive hearing working against them, idly making Piper wonder how differently that night four years ago would have gone if someone had brought a dog whistle with them.
Kind of an irrelevant thought, since Jason was alive and well (technically speaking), and everything had kind of turned out all right…
Present circumstance notwithstanding.
Nor Billy’s death.
Nor the unholy horrors Piper had been exposed to during her crusade.
Anyway.
Her sonic attack was something she had discovered during her training with Jisdu before she set out on her own. The Tlanuwa spirit, the source of Piper’s armor, could scream extremely loudly, as it turned out, and so could Piper.
Lafreniere had collapsed with his guard detail, not at all having expected the sonic scream. Piper gave him no time to recover as she was on him before the soundwaves had been fully absorbed by the walls. She socked him across the jaw with her armored fist, and he crumpled into a heap.
The doors to the throne room were blasted off their hinges as a huge group of Germani came barreling in.
Piper popped her talons and dove into the middle of them.
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Tobi eyeballed the massive tornado a few miles away. “Fucking A~,” he crowed.
His purple eyes turned red, a three-bladed black pinwheel encircling his now-red pupil. Itachi’s Mangekyou Sharingan, gained when Tobi consumed the soul of Tyler, the son of Susano’o, back during the events of his original timeline in Chapter 12. With the powers of the son of Susano’o and Itachi’s Mangekyou, Tobi produced around himself an inferno of scarlet chakra that shortly took shape as a massive Tengu warrior. Itachi’s Perfect Susano’o.
Standing at a monolithic 150 meters, Tobi’s Susano’o was 30 meters taller than Monsterverse Godzilla, who stood at about 120 meters, or 394 feet. Still, despite how big Tobi was, Typhon dwarfed him by several factors.
Coming straight from the pages of the Last Olympian, Percy’s description of Typhon’s size was that he was big enough to “use the Chrysler Building as a baseball bat.” Taking this in the most literal sense possible, the standard MLB bat is 34 inches (86.36 centimeters), and the average baseball player height according to 2023 data is 6’ 1.79 inches (187.44 centimeters). Ratioing that out, bat size to player size, and the ratio was about 2.16. Applying this to the Chrysler Building and Typhon, with the Chrysler Building standing at 319 meters, then Typhon stood at an approximate 689 meters.
Of course, this number changed based on how many decimals you wanted to use in the ration, and whether you wanted to use metric or Imperial, but the bottom line was that Typhon was hovering at 700 meters tall, or 2296.59 feet, or 765.53 yards, based on Percy’s statement that the Storm Giant was big enough to use the Chrysler Building as a baseball bat.
Thus, at 700 meters, Typhon was towering above every city in the United States by over 100 meters, with the One World Trade Center being the tallest building in the US at 541 meters. Typhon was easily dwarfing the Perfect Susano’o, and the Storm Giant could have easily turned Godzilla into a belt, Kong into a rug, and Ghidorah into a handbag just from superior size alone. The 500mph winds generating the biggest storm not seen since Typhon’s first rampage six years ago during the Second Titan War, bringing rain, dozens of smaller tornadoes, and enough voltage the power the Western Hemisphere for a hundred years definitely would have made things a cakewalk.
And also the fact that Typhon was a literal divine being in a sense, being the son of Gaea and Tartarus, and was canonically capable of walking across the continental United States while the majority of the Olympians tried to slow him down to no avail.
So, yeah.
Typhon had more than earned his ranking up there with the likes of Kronos, Gaea, Tartarus, and Apophis as one of the most powerful threats in the Riordanverse.
Tobi giggled. “I’m gonna kick your giant ass!”
The Susano’o took flight with a flap of its gigantic wings, and with another flap, charged forward into the storm. Typhon’s blazing scarlet eyes glowed brighter, and a pulse of energy was released. Tobi got absolutely blasted by the pulse, his Susano’o not only getting knocked all the way back down to the ground, but also getting cracked from the pulse’s initial impact with its face.
Typhon kept walking without having broken stride, his footfalls shaking the landscape from his massive size.
Tobi got back up, his head ringing a little bit, the cracks in his Susano’o slowly vanishing as it “healed.”
“Huh,” said the Son of Jashin. “So that’s a thing. How about this!”
This didn’t work either, as Typhon effortlessly swatted the Perfect Susano’o from the sky once again. Granted, this wasn’t base-level Typhon, either. This was the Typhon that was empowered by Nyx as it was currently nighttime, on top of being empowered by remains of the human race being brainwashed into thinking beings like Typhon were unbeatable.
The power of human belief was no joke.
Tobi lay within the forehead of the humanoid chakra construct, which in turn lay in a huge, humanoid crater, staring at the roiling black sky.
“Okay…Plan C.”
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“Things could be going better,” Wheels grunted.
“They could also be going much worse,” Shin’en observed.
Just then, another portal opened, and dropping in with a startled yelp was yet another Percy Jackson, a younger one, about Gunslinger’s age of thirteen or fourteen. Other than clothes—the armor of a New Roman legionary, with black jeans and the purple t-shirt, though the lorica segmentata armor had been modified into an almost obscene crop top of sorts, with enough segments missing to expose the new Percy’s midriff and the small of his back—nothing about this Percy seemed anywhere near as outlandish as the others.
“Welcome,” Shin’en said simply.
The new Percy got to his feet. “What gives?”
“End of the world. Asteria, Leviathan, Virgil, Gunslinger, and Tobi are already deployed.”
“So I’m the last to show up?” New Percy whined.
“Yes,” was Shin’en’s short answer. “I will need your siblings. Kraken needs to reinforce Asteria and Leviathan in the oceans, Persia and you need to take on the armada.”
“There’s an armada!?” New Percy’s eyes lit up.
“Indeed. Now, the other two.”
Everyone that was watching then became horrified at the absolutely grotesque sight of two other people crawling out of New Percy’s midsection. It was almost like Sakon and Ukon from Naruto, but worse. It wasn’t over fast enough, but when it was over, there were two other new Percy’s, naked, clearly showing that one was a boy and the other was a girl, something that was of much consternation to many of the onlookers.
“Fresh air,” Persia breathed.
“We need to figure out how to fuse and defuse with our clothes still on,” Kraken grumbled.
Shin’en tossed the two a couple of simple, sturdy outfits, including underwear. “Get to work and don’t die.”
The triplets nodded and vanished in swirls of water vapor, making the OG Percy groan.
“Can everyone do that except me?”
Shin’en looked at him. “How do you even know you can’t do that if you’ve never tried?”
Percy decided to give it a shot, only for nothing to happen. He was about to say something when he noticed Shin’en smirking at him. Percy frowned.
“No powers in the playpen, remember?” Shin’en said.
He turned back to the holograms, now showing the vitals of the “triplets,” and how the one called Kraken dropped into the ocean to engage with Asteria and Leviathan, and how the other two, Persia and…the other Percy, dropped onto the deck of an aircraft carrier.
No one knew what these kids could do, but they got their answer when the triplets’ eyes turned black with green veins spreading from their irises to the surrounding skin, and how a multitude of slender, green and black, whip-like tentacles burst from the smalls of their back, showing why Other Percy’s armor had been altered so.
Someone in the back shouted, “They’re Ghouls!”
Many heads turned to look at the speaker, a girl with a couple of pimples.
She blushed. “Er, from Tokyo Ghoul?”
The heads turned back to the holograms.
Somewhat funnily, all of the amenities Shin’en had provided were wholly ignored in favor of what wasn’t necessarily entertainment, but rather the end of their world.
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I’m trying to work something akin to a power scale here. There wouldn’t be much story if Shin’en’s team just steamrolled everyone. As such, I’m giving everyone a boost so that there are some stakes in this conflict.
More fun to come in the coming chapters!
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