Hey, peeps! I have laid out the entire outline for the rest of this story. It can be edited if you give me good ideas, though! I might put them in another story.
I wrote most of this chapter while on a Horrible Histories high. Chapter quality might be slightly affected by this.
Disclaimer: I do not damn myself when I imagine Rick Riordan in the depths of Tartarus. Rick Riordan has been damned.
No-one POV
"Daddy, this is foolish. there is no rhyme or reason for you to change how you look just so you won't be recognized. No-one will mind who you are, your help is still extremely valuable, Mr. Commander-of-Lord-Ouranos'-Armies. Also, on the subject of how you want to make yourself look different, while Mother may think you look good with red hair and blue eyes, but I call it nonsensical and uncalled for. If you change your appearance to the image I have just described, I will call you Percy Weasley!" Bianca fumed at her father, while Ethan just sat in the corner, in an easy chair, with a bag of popcorn. To him, this was better than cable. But Lord Haero(Percy) saw the dangerous levels of Star Energy in his daughter's slowly darkening eyes, which were already the same color of pine needles. Just to say, though, The starlord Haero really didn't want to be called Percy Weasley. No-one liked Percy Weasley.
"Now, Bianca, you need to calm down, I have made my decision. In this, I am as iron" Perseus said, leaving no room for more argument. But, of course, having been raised by Zoe Nightshade, Bianca found room.
"If you insist on ruining your good looks, Father," when Bianca called him father, trouble was brewing,"Then at least make yourself look like a demigod, one easily forgotten, of a god recently faded so you can blend in. Khione, maybe?" and Bianca's tone bricked up the tiny space that Percy had to argue with her. Bianca was the best at this stuff, ending arguments and conversations and lives. Percy sighed. He was defeated. He changed his hair to dark brown and his eyes to icy blue. Anyone looking at him would see his as a son of Khione. Khione had recently faded, bout 1,00 years or less past, her domain passed on to a girl named Natalie Stoll. Percy knew that dark times were ahead if a Stoll had control over all snow and ice and all that schist.
"Happy now, Bibi?" Percy asked, only to find a silver dagger at his throat.
"Do you want to repeat that name, Daddy?" her voice deathly calm. Percy was scared now. he had forgotten himself for an instant and called his daughter one of the few things that could make her this way. She had once killed the wicked head of a corrupt pantheon when said god called her "sugar britches" while staring at her backside.
"No, Lady Nebulae" he replied automatically. Only two people could do that to him, his wife and his daughter.
Lady Nebulae, Lord Haero, Lord Nova, we will be landing at Camp Half-Blood in approximately 5 minutes. It is recommended that you do not kill your father, Lady Nebulae, and to approach the exits.
"Thank you, Vanessa" Bianca replied.
Annabeth POV
I was happily listening to some old music while writing up Marcus' biography, when I looked at the clock. Oh gods, it's almost 1:30! Our allies from Ouranos and Chaos will be here then. I raced to Zeus' Fist, and the soldiers hadn't even landed yet. But, godsdamn who made that spaceship? Look at those thrusters, and that structure, and those- stop it, Annabeth, you're getting distracted. There it goes, landing at Zeus' Fist. Marcus went to the strawberry fields to meet the soldiers from Chaos.
The ship hissed as the hatch on the side opened. I saw 7 figures step from the, strangely, trapezoid shaped opening. All of them were wearing masks and cloaks, for some reason.
The first figure was female. She had black hair and her mask cast a shadow over her eyes, even though it only covered one side of her face, I couldn't see any of their eyes. But her clothes were black and silver, and this girl knew how to dress. Her skinny jeans and t-shirt were unadorned, simple black with veins of silver, but it fit her lanky body like a glove. If I was lesbian, I would be drooling.
The second figure was much the same, only with auburn hair and she was shorter, while also favoring dark grey and bronze to her companion's preferences.
The third figure was male, and obviously a showoff. almost as tall as the first figure, he had black hair as well, wearing the skinniest and lightest white jeans and a bleached t-shirt, both veined in gold.
All in all, the 7 figures wore much the same clothing, jeans and t-shirts with their cloaks and masks, but with varying colors.
The first actual man had black hair and wore sea-green with silver. The first true woman had the same black hair, and favored a deep, royal blue with silver. The second man had auburn hair and wore crimson with gold. He was the tallest, but just barely over the first man. The second woman had brown hair, and wore emerald green with bronze.
"Hello" the first girl said, for she couldn't be older than 16. "We are your reinforcements from Lord Ouranos. Now" she continued, now looking at her companions. "who wants to start the introductions?"
