Heroes of Olympus: The Aftermath of War

LEO

*Rick Riordan owns all of the characters*

LEO STARTED FIDGETING WITH various wires, screws, and nails from his outstandingly helpful tool belt, while vaguely listening to the current discussion. Don't get him wrong, the son of Hephaestus wanted to pay attention desperately, but his mind spelled the words B-O-R-I-N-G so clearly that it might as well had been warning him of a serious, monstrous threat all along.

Leo honestly became mesmerized about the idea of playing with the curls of Calypso's soft, caramel hair, but it didn't seem like a good idea, especially when he wanted to avoid immediate death for the second time around. The Fates may be creepy, but they were nothing in comparison to his girlfriend's death stares. You'd literally melt on the spot. [If your best friend has the guts to try this otherwise, then kindly let him/her know that Leo sends his advanced condolences.]

Annabeth, Apollo, Jason, Piper, and Rachel Dare were in the middle of a very heated conversation, arguing about certain flaws and unnecessary moves to be executed in the ridiculously good plan. Percy yawned, possibly thinking of something else entirely. Frank was now close to snoring. Tyson, Ella, Damasen, and Bob looked equally bored and just started to create their own version of a board game.

Leo felt like one of the characters from Charlie Brown (...or was it Snoopy?), because when the adults started talking about serious business, you'd only here them babbling, so what they say doesn't even make complete sense. Except, he had that deal with the demigods' discussion today. For example:

ANNABETH: *babbles*....*babbles*?

CALYPSO: *babbles*? *babbles*, *babbles*?!

RACHEL: *babbles*. *babbles*!

He wasn't getting any helpful information at the moment.

Leo looked at Calypso hopefully, as if he were asking for guidance along a newly made path on the highway. Thankfully, she smiled, and noticing that he wasn't paying much attention, smacked him in the head. Ow, his mind complained, though he didn't dare to say it out loud. Looking pleased with herself, his girlfriend muttered a short, "I'm sorry, I love you and you're welcome." before moving beside Annabeth again. No one seemed to notice this 'rare' exchange of love between them. He shrugged. On the bright side, at least he was now a hundred percent snapped back to reality.

"...Okay, so what does that exactly mean?" Jason was saying, scratching his head in confusion. "We should leave the beasts alone and have 'good riddance' at best? I don't get it, and I doubt any of you too, either."

"Let's try doing it one at a time," Annabeth sighed. "Apollo, can you recite the prophecy slowly?"

The deity nodded momentarily before turning his attention on the other demigods and their companions, who all turned out to be sleeping, bored, and unconcerned about the topic at hand. Leo tried his best to clear his throat, shaking both Percy and Frank until they stirred awake, while eyeing Ella, Tyson, Damasen, and Bob and gesturing towards Apollo, who had his hands on his hips, annoyed. That seemed more than enough to convince them to discontinue an undeniably good game of Scrabble (how did they even get a board?), which the harpy was almost winning.

"O-okay, I-I'm awake," Percy yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"S-so am I-I," Frank added, apparently surprised for a few seconds.

"Is everyone paying attention now?" Apollo asked. All of them nodded. "Good, then let's begin. I'm sure you all know what we were just about to do a while ago, right?"