Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

One Hundred and Eighty: Sen yells at weaklings

SEN

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As soon as she passed out, Sen managed to wake herself right back up.

She'd spent about two hours or so sleeping. It was eight in the morning. The sounds all around had died down tremendously. Most of the demigods were resting up. Sen freed herself from her swaddle and quietly opened the closet door, revealing Percy completely conked out on the canopy bed. Sen crawled out from her hiding space and went to the bathroom. She stood before the mirror, and found a first-aid kit. She quickly changed her bandages and left the room, turning invisible on her way.

She didn't want to disturb anyone, and if they saw her, they'd yell at her to go and rest. But Hestia had said Before the rising sun, and Sen knew she had to do this now. She snagged a quick square of ambrosia and felt much better as she left the building, armed only with her rings.

The city was uncomfortably dead, seeing as the mortals were asleep and Kronos's army had retreated. The demigod forces had pulled back to get some rest for the night ahead, which was sure to be a nightmare in itself. Even so, without sensing any presences in the city that might hurt Sen- or worse, tell Annabeth and Percy she left- Sen decided to continue on invisibly.

Every now and then, she'd find a particular mortal and move them out of harm's way. She found a toddler curled up with his thumb in his mouth and a blankie clutched in his hand, and she quickly covered him up with it and brought him closer to his mother, who was conked out right next to him. She considered grabbing one of the vehicles to get to her destination a little faster, but it'd make too much noise, and she didn't want to screw over some poor mortal.

As she walked, she surveyed her surroundings, detailing possible battle plans, but it just wasn't working. Sen had a feeling that you can't exactly plan with a force as unreliable as this one. And if she was right about who the Rising Sun was, there would be no planning. There would be Sen's single plan. Step one; robbery. Step two; fight.

That was it. That was the entire plan.

But first, she had other things to do.

"Six hundredth floor." She demanded as soon as she walked in. The same guy from yesterday sighed and passed over a card without even looking up from his book, which was black and had a golden bird on the cover.

"What now?" He grumbled.

"Nunya."

"What's nunya?"

"Nunya business."

"I hate children."

Sen snickered as she rode the elevator up to the six hundredth floor, and she stepped out onto Olympus. She didn't waste any time marveling over the view. She marched straight to the throne room, and found Hestia still tending her hearth.

The goddess smiled warmly and Sen bowed. "Lady Hestia."

"Lady Sen." Hestia replied, inclining her head. Sen never expected a goddess to do something like that, and she momentarily paused, unsure of what to do. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I- I have a favor to ask." Sen requested. "Can you transport me to the hearth at Camp Half-Blood?"

Hestia hummed. "Of course. Why?"