In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
or
In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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There were a lot of answers Percy might've given, from "I knew that" to "LIAR!" to "Yeah right, and I'm Zeus."
The only thing he could think to say was, "But he's not an inventor! He's a swordsman!"
"How can you date someone so dumb?" Augustus stared at Percy in horror and Juliet glared at him in return.
"I am both," Quintus said. "And an architect. And a scholar. I also play basketball pretty well for a guy who didn't start until he was two thousand years old. A real artist must be good at many things."
"But you don't even look like Daedalus," Percy protested. "I saw him in a dream, and..."
Suddenly a horrible thought dawned on him.
"Yes," Quintus said. "You've finally guessed the truth."
"You're an automaton. You made yourself a new body."
"Percy," Annabeth said uneasily, "that's not possible. That—that can't be an automaton."
Quintus chuckled. "Do you know what Quintus means, my dear?"
"The fifth, in Latin. But—"
"This is my fifth body." The swordsman held out his forearm. He pressed his elbow and part of his wrist popped open—a rectangular hatch in his skin. Underneath, bronze gears whirred. Wires glowed.
"That's amazing!" Rachel said.
"That's weird," Percy said.
"That's punishable." Juliet and Augustus said together.
Juliet knew Augustus was strung over a soul not being delivered to Underworld considering it was Hermes' s job to hand the souls over to Charon.
"You found a way to transfer your animus into a machine?" Annabeth said. "That's...not natural."
"Oh, I assure you, my dear, it's still me. I'm still very much Daedalus. Our mother, Athena, makes sure I never forget that." He tugged back the collar of his shirt. At the base of his neck was the mark I'd seen before—the dark shape of a bird grafted to his skin.
