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🍦— 006. let's talk about past.
WHEN A TITAN WANTED A MEETING with Percy, the boy didn't know what to think. His thought were all over the place, going from the battle, to how Vivi was holding up, to her beautiful chocolate eyes that he could stare at for hours and listen to her rent about everything and anything. . . fuck, he had fallen hard.
Percy, Grover and Thalia could see the white flag from half a mile away. It was as big as a soccer field, carried by a thirty-foot tall giant with bright blue skin and icy gray hair.
"A Hyperborean," Thalia said. "The giants of the north. It's a bad sign that they sided with Kronos. They're usually peaceful."
"You've met them?" Percy said.
"Mmm. There's a big colony in Alberta. You do not want to get into a snowball fight with those guys."
As the giant got closer, Percy could see three human-size envoys with him: a half-blood in armor, an empousa demon with a black dress and flaming hair, and a tall man in a tuxedo. The empousa held the tuxdude's arm, so they looked like a couple on their way to a Broadway show or something ─ except for her flaming hair and fangs. The group walked leisurely toward the Heckscher Playground. The swings and ball courts were empty. The only sound was the fountain on Umpire Rock.
Percy looked at Grover. "The tux dude is the Titan?"
He nodded nervously. "He looks like a magician. I hate magicians. They usually have rabbits."
Son of Poseidon stared at him. "You're scared of bunnies?"
"Blah-hah-hah! They're big bullies. Always stealing celery from defenseless satyrs!"
Thalia coughed.
"What?" Grover demanded.
"We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later," Percy said. "Here they come."
The man in the tux stepped forward. He was taller than an average human ─ about seven feet. His black hair was tied in a ponytail. Dark round glasses covered his eyes, but what really caught my attention was the skin on his face. It was covered in scratches, like he'd been attacked by a small animal ─ a really, really mad hamster, maybe.
"Percy Jackson," he said in a silky voice. "It's a great honor."
His lady friend the empousa hissed at me. She'd probably heard how the boy'd destroyed two of her sisters last summer.
"My dear," Tux Dude said to her. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable over there, eh?"
She released his arm and drifted over to a park bench. Percy glanced at the armed demigod behind Tux Dude. He hadn't recognized him in his new helmet, but it was his old backstabbing buddy Ethan Nakamura. His nose looked like a squashed tomato from our fight on the Williamsburg Bridge. That made Percy feel better after what son of Nemesis did to Vivi.
