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aroaceleovaldez · 3 months

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chewing on big 3 kids being capable of absolutely devastating natural disasters and apocalypse-level outbursts of power.

Percy who creates hurricanes complete with lightning that pummel titans and flooding and whirlpools that can trap god-powered crocodile kaijus. Earthquakes that erupt volcanoes. Hazel who sunk an entire small island entirely on her own with her final breath, against giants and a primordial goddess of the earth.

If Nico dramatically wilts plants and cracks the ground when he's mildly stressed, and disintegrates enemies down to their skeletons with a single touch or rips their souls out of their still-living bodies, and can command armies of the undead, what happens if he tries to cause destruction? Even outside of total zombie apocalypse or insta-killing a crowd, he's shown enough geokinesis to absolutely be capable of the same destruction Percy and Hazel can manifest.

What about Jason? He can control the winds and storms. There's no way he can't create the most destructive tornadoes with casual effort that he can never justify using for the collateral damage they'd cause. With a single thought he can rip up a town and launch the remnants 50 miles out. (Jason in the center of a Dead Man Walking tornado, vortexes responding to his movements like an avatar...)

And what can anyone do to combat it? How can you fight the wind lifting everything you know and love into the sky, or floods sweeping you away, or the ground giving way beneath you? The Big 3 kids are scary because they are forces of nature, and their whims are the only thing preventing you from witnessing that at any given moment.

#pjo #percy jackson #riordanverse #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #jason grace #sorry Thalia and Bianca [pensive emoji] Thalia's probably just with Percy in hurricane-making club #cause she doesnt have the wind powers like Jason has especially cause those are probably specifically an Hera thing #and Bianca never got to show off her elemental powers u_u though she probably has equal geokinesis to her siblings #listen im thinking about Jason and tornadoes mostly okay #the mental image of *that* being how he defeated Krios in parallel to Percy making the hurricane to fight Hyperion #just tearing up half of Saturn's palace and scattering it across the Garden of the Hesperides #and the rest of the legion can barely see what's happening #they just see the tornado in the shape of a person and the shadow of Jason in the center illuminated by lightning #like YEAH maybe the legion would revere and fear him a little bit after that

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thepandathatwrites · 7 years

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Trying some humour and so naturally decided to write about...

Death.

Considering it’s something that happens to and each and every one of us there’s a hell of a lot of fuss surrounding it. It’s something to be revered, respected, intrigued by and feared. It’s an…event, a finality.

It is nothing like what I expected.

Although I suppose I’m not really sure what I expected. None of the cliché things happened anyway. My life did not flash before my eyes (not that it would have exactly been much of an exciting movie to watch); I was not inexplicably pulled towards a white blinding light, I was not greeted by the sounds of angels singing and the sight of big pearly gates but, thankfully, neither was I greeted by an intense heat and a cackling horned thing poking me in places best left unmentioned.

It was really bloody painful though. Actually that’s not true. The death itself wasn’t painful. Getting hit by a car and the aftermath of that- now that was painful.

Now I like to think that I am relatively street smart, at least savvy enough to know that if you’re walking, you walk on the pavement. Cars on the road, pedestrians on the pavement. Basic stuff. I’d kept my side of the bargain.

I never saw it coming is also a valid defence on my part since the car hit me from behind. This, as you can imagine, came as something of a shock. I was walking along, minding my own business, listening to some music when suddenly I wasn’t.

I was in the air, heading up and since the impact hadn’t registered, mightily confused about how I’d come to be there. Then my body twisted and I saw the car, the horror stricken driver and the phone in their hand and I had clarity. I was very annoyed when I saw that phone.

What goes up must come down.

Fuck.

Things get hazy after this. There was pain. Sirens. Medical jargon. More pain. A squeaky wheel. More sirens. More medical jargon. Even more pain. That damn squeaky wheel. Just when I think I can’t take any more it all starts to fade.

Well almost everything.

Squeak….squeak…squeak.

There is darkness. Complete and absolute. Oh no. No, no, no. I’ve never been particularly religious but this can’t be it. There can’t just be nothing! This is so unfair. I could cry.

It’s this thought that makes me realise what a complete and utter idiot I am. Crying means tears. Which are produced from eyes. Which are currently closed.

I open them and take what has to be the biggest sigh of relief ever uttered by a human. It is just a room. A rather boring room by all accounts. Grey walls, grey carpets and grey filing cabinets. Lots and lots of filing cabinets. Although they appear to be somewhat obsolete as every available space in the room is filled with files. Piles and piles of them.

Boring as it may be I am also aware that it is weird. But being the ever logical person I am I soon come to a perfectly reasonable explanation. The pain must have become too much and forced my brain into a coma. Apparently I cannot handle any more excitement, hence the rather mundane surroundings. My brain obviously needs a breather.

So coma equals bad but also significantly better than the alternative. And as an added bonus pretty pain free. This epiphany feels momentous enough to be said out loud.

“I’m not dead.”

“Oh I’m sorry dear but you are most certainly dead. However you will not die today.”

I stare as the pile of paper that just spoke to me begins to move slowly to the side, precariously wobbling as it does so, thus exposing the man that had actually spoken.

It becomes immediately clear as to why I hadn’t spotted him before. He’s a, oh what is it you call them these days – oh yeah – vertically challenged person.

“Oh don’t worry dear there’s no need to stand on such politeness. I’m a leprechaun. Now we don’t have much time-“

“But that doesn’t make sense.” I interrupt.

“Well yes. I’m sure it doesn’t. You are in a very rare situation. Now as I was saying..”

“You can’t be a leprechaun.” I interrupt again. Very rude of me I know but I am obviously not in the right frame of mind.

The little man blinks twice, obviously taken aback from my outburst.

“And whyever not?”

“Well… You’re not Irish.” I say as though it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Oh for pities sake. One renegade little shit decides to have a bit of fun down below and be seen and now everyone thinks we’re all the same.”

His face is turning a peculiar shade of red.

“Well for your information I hate the colour green, cannot stand Guinness and abhor wearing hats and I am still a leprechaun!

Now if you don’t mind we have quite a lot to get through.”

“Sorry” I say. Still not a leprechaun I think.

As I think this he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I can visibly see him counting to 10. I wait for him to finish.

“So, er, what’s going on then? Am I dead or not?”

“For the next three minutes and 31 seconds you are indeed dead.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t really sure what to say.

“Then you will be brought back to life by the wonder of modern medicine. But that does not change the fact that you will have died. Been dead. Kaput. You will go back different.

“Different?” This was a weird dream but I figured I’d best just go with it.

“You’re going to be a difficult one aren’t you?”

I shrug. It’s not the first time someone has called me difficult.

“Yes. Different. You have been somewhere you shouldn’t have. Formed a link between your world and the next. There are consequences. Put simply you will see dead people.”

“Dead people?”

“Your repetition is really not required you know. Yes dead people. Ghosts. Lost souls. Spectres. Whatever you want to call them. Now what you do with them is entirely up to you, however we would like you to move them on. Now we understand that this is overwhelming so we will be giving you a mentor to help you through the transition. Yours will be..”

He holds his hand out and looks up expectantly. I look up and both of us stare at the grey ceiling for a few seconds. Then it begins to… wobble. Like jelly. Wibbly wobbly jelly. I fight the urge to giggle and lose. Clearly the pain is affecting my mind.

A piece of paper dissolves through the ceiling and floats down to his waiting hand. He glances down and a look of disgust passes across his features.

“Ah. Sam. Yes of course. I should have known. Well I am very sorry but someone has to get him. I just hope you have more luck than his last four charges of the last two years. Really is a terrible track record. We just can’t get rid of him.”

A beeping noise erupts out of nowhere. Loud and piercing. I instantly cover my ears but it feels like it’s coming from inside my head. Somewhat terrifyingly the little man (not leprechaun, never leprechaun) seems unperturbed by either the noise or my reaction.

“We really do never get enough time. Practically impossible for us to do our job. Now Sam will be down to see you soon and he will explain everything. Maybe. There never is any telling with him.”

It’s then that I realise I’m moving. Being pulled slowly backwards.

“Charge” A voice practically bellows in my ear.

I look backwards almost expecting to see a legion come streaming towards me, swords drawn but there is nothing but a swirl like those hypnotic things. This dream is really messed up. I can’t take my eyes off the swirl. It simultaneously looks like the most enticing and most terrifying thing I have ever seen.

“Good luck!”

As the swirl begins to swallow me I think I’m going to need more than that. To start with I’m going to need a rather large and deliciously alcoholic drink.

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