Danmachi: A Daemon and His Sister

First day at work and new discoveries

FIRST PERSON POV: PERCY

My sleep was good. No demigod dreams and no being woken up from my sister crying, but I suppose I have myself to thank for the lack of dreams. After years of being told I should learn to properly navigate them, I finally did, you could say, mastered it even. Which came with some pretty nifty abilities if I did say so myself.

But now it was time to get to work, but first things first. Wake up Estelle to let her know where I would be if she needed me. Of course, it took me five minutes to do so, and I had to do it three times before she stayed awake long enough to actually listen.

I let out a sigh before mumbling to myself. "I really hope she'll get used to this soon, otherwise waking her up every day just for that will be a nightmare."

Now to get dressed for my new job. I really hope it's not anything too bad. Otherwise, it may be embarrassment that finally manages to end my existence. Wouldn't that be a way to go. Percy Jackson, slayer of monsters, died not to one of the monsters he fights but to a work uniform.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I'm definitely going to lose a fight to clothes. Everyone does at some point, after all... I hope."

talking to myself about nonsense? It's definitely not new, and certainly still not a good sign. Oh well, let's get this over with. "Oh, you have to be kidding me."

LINE BREAK, POV CHANGE 3RD PERSON

"Oh come Nyan Percy! I'm sure nyu look great!" Anya had proclaimed, trying and succeeding in coaxing the demigod into view of the rest of the workers there.

A groan was heard along with some shuffling, and he finally showed himself wearing the men's version of the Hostess of Fertility work uniform. Something Which Mama Mia had to pay a fairly hefty price for in order for it to be made in less than nine hours.

"I look ridiculous in this thing. Is there a chance I can wear something else, Mama Mia, please?" She looked him over, inspecting him and the outfit.

He looked good in it. Of course he would. She had designed it herself. While the girls all had a white frilly headress, black tights, brown boots, a green dress with a white apron covering the front with a white undershirt and an orange bow around the neck.

Percy's outfit was quite different. It had the same color scheme, yes, but that's all. In place of black tights and brown boots, he instead had black slacks and brown dress shoes. Where the girls had a white undershirt and bright green dress, he had a bright green long sleeve button up with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows showing the definition in his scarred forearms and the SPQR tattoo with three bars and a trident. Along with a black waistcoat overtop of it. In place of the orange bow and the white apron covering the front of their dresses. He had an orange tie around his neck hanging down and disappearing under the waistcoat, with a white apron that tied around his waist and flowed down to just past his knees. Instead of the frilly headress they wore, he just had his hair tied back into a short ponytail. A white streak of hair was hanging down the left side of his forehead with the rest running back to join the rest of his hair in the ponytail. To finish it all off, he had a simple ballpoint pen in the breast pocket of his waistcoat, and a bronze wristwatch on his left wrist. He really didn't have anything to worry about.

Before she finally responded with. "Nonsense, you look just fine. The female customers are going to love you." She wasn't lying either. He had the good looks of a god, from his face to his body.

There was no denying he was a handsome young man. Anya certainly seemed to agree with how close she was getting to him. Luckily, Ryuu pried her off of him and made her apologize.