Immortal Half-Blood

Jason

"Tell me that's Quebec and not Santa's workshop" Leo stated.

"Yes, Quebec City," Piper said, then smirked at Jason teasingly, "Jason time to wake up the beauty!"

Jason rolled his eyes at her, they all know once they wake her up, BAM! Jason would probably be thrown off the dragon.

Jason shook her gently, "Apollonia, we're here in Quebec. Wake up or you'll miss Boreas," Apollonia stirred waking up looking a lot more rested. She looked around and realised she was surrounded by something warm. Jason saw the look of horror slowly etching onto her face when she was realising the position she was in.

Apollonia cleared her throat, "Where did this blanket come from?"

"I touched a charm on your bracelet because you were getting cold from the wind," Jason said, making Apollonia's eyes widen. 

"What? Did it work for you? It should only work for me... that's odd," Apollonia said with a confused expression on her face, "Just don't take advantage of it."

"Maybe it's because we're soulmates? Don't worry, I'll only use it if it's concerning your well being."

"Maybe..." Apollonia said quietly to herself as she took in that option, totally ignoring the second part.

"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Jason caught Leo saying, "That can't be––"

"Heads up guys," Jason interrupted the arguing pair when he spotted something flying towards them, "We got company!"

"Steady boy," Leo calmed the metallic dragon.

"Oh, shit, fucking shit," Apollonia said looking like she wanted to fall off the dragon to her death.

Jason rubbed circles into her waist, she was too distraught at who's coming to notice the small action, "Are you okay? You know them?"

"Unfortunately. Piper, please don't move. I don't feel like dealing with them," She said and she fixed Piper's posture to try to hide when she saw that they were now very close.

One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweats, and black leather cleats. The guy had clearly been in one too many fights, both his eyes were black, then when he bared his teeth, multiple were missing.

The other dude looked like he'd just stepped out of those 1980s rock album covers. His hair was icy-white and was long in length and feathered into an interesting mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that looked too tight, and a godly awful silk shirt with the three top buttons opened. It looked like he had a bad case of acne too.

The angel-like creatures pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered, swords drawn at the ready.

The hockey dude grunted, "No clearance."

"Scuse me?" Leo asked, confused.

"You have no flight plan on file," explained rock n' roll acne dude, "This is restricted airspace," he said in an incredibly heavy French accent, that Jason assumed was fake.

"Destroy them?" Ox man asked. Festus began to steam up, ready to defend his new master and his friends.

Jason summoned his golden sword, but Leo let out a cry, "Hold on! Let's have some manners here, boys. Can I at least find out who has the honour of destroying me?"

"I am Cal!" the ox man grunted. He looked very proud of himself like he needed forever to memorise that sentence.

"That's short for Calais," the other angel said, "Sadly, my brother cannot say words with more than two syllables–"