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The Hoodie of Ranger Pt. 2

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"Where'd you see it last?" Frost Wing asked.

Ranger_of_the_North , the Goddess of Photography, pursed her lips in thought. "I believe it was the laundromat."

"The laundromat? You use a laundromat?"

Ranger stuck a hand on one hip and balanced her weight on her other leg. "You try wearing the same thing for 700 years." Ranger straightened with a sigh. "It was the Night Sparrow Chinese Laundry on 45th, I believe."

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After finding a secluded place to transform back from a dragon into a human, Frost journeyed to the laundromat. What he found shocked him. The laundromat was filled with demigods and servants of gods, not to mention a couple monsters trying to get blood out of their battle armor.

A satyr watched a washing machine load; his head made large circles as the machine spun. A pair of leprechauns worked together to fold some clothes. But what really drew in Frost's attention was Percy Jackson and Annabeth. They stood by the dryers. Percy looked slightly annoyed and was wearing an obviously loaner hoodie. Could he be the hoodie thief? Frost thought. Nah.

Frost waved to the duo as he approached. They brighten at the sight of a fellow camp member. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Percy's clothes were cursed by the Goddess of Books, Meghana_violet , while we were at the meeting." She shot Percy a look that said, "We'll talk about that later." She returned her attention to Frost. "Luckily, the curse is easily removed by the divine detergent used here; the stuff washes away any curse." She then whispered to Frost, "The secret is jade and a dash of peach."

Percy looked to the side and grumbled, "How was I supposed to know that the Book Goddess would be offended by me using a book to swat a fly?"

"It was the only book with Shakespeare's handwriting in it,"Annabeth said with a huff.

Frost really wanted to ask his burning question, but it might have seemed too nosy. He rocked back and forth on his feet and finally asked, "So, uh, what was the curse anyway?"

Percy's face turned an embarrassed shade of red while he tried to tell Annabeth not to say anything by waving his hands in front of his face.

"She threw disappearing ink on his clothes," Annabeth said, more than happy to watch her boyfriend squirm.

"That doesn't seem bad," said Frost.

"It is when it makes whatever the ink touches disappear."

Frost's eyes widened. "Oh."

"Yeah," nodded Annabeth. "He gave his speech before the Celtic demigod leaders...in his underwear." Frost couldn't decide if he wanted to be mortified or to start laughing. "His clothes were still there—just see through."

Percy groaned then asked, "So what are you doing here, Frost?" happy to get the subject off him.

Frost slightly puffed out his chest. "I'm on a quest from the Goddess of Photography. Her hoodie has gone missing. It was last seen here."

The wheels in the daughter of Athena's head began to turn as Annabeth tapped her chin. "Missing clothes from a laundromat? Sounds like it might be the work of—"

"YOKAI!!" someone screamed.

"Yeah. Them," pointed Annabeth while the room descended into chaos.

A group of clothes floated near the laundromat's entrance. A brief image of monstrous beings with horns and razor-sharp mouths blinked in and out. These demons were wearing the clothes; they had possessed the garments.

"Japanese spirit creatures attacking a Chinese laundromat?" said Frost shaking his head. "Weird."

"I blame the Internet," said Annabeth. "It made us a global community."

Percy drew his sword. Frost followed suit by making the staff he'd gotten from his father grow. Annabeth took out her dagger. The three charged at the polyester poltergeists. The demigod heroes made short work of the possessed clothes, shredding them into tiny bits of cloth. That should have done it, except it didn't. The clothes began to reform themselves.

"That's impossible!" exclaimed Annabeth. "How can that be?"

A echoing laugh answer Annabeth. Slowly a new garment materialized, bathed in holy light.

"The hoodie of Ranger," gasped Frost in awe.

"The hoodie has been possessed by a yokai," said Annabeth.

"Yes, mortals," said the haunted hoodie, "and now that I am a godly garment, my kind can be indestructible."

Frost turned to Annabeth in panic. "How could a yokai possess a god's clothes?" Surely, she knew the answer. She had to; she was Annabeth!

"When was the last time Ranger washed her hoodie?" Annabeth asked, after only a few seconds of pondering.

"I think she said 700 years."

Annabeth shook her head in disapproval. "She waited too long. It went without being washed for so long that it took on a life of its own and became a yokai."

"I thought it was possessed," said Percy.

"Toe-may-to, toe-mah-to. The stories are kind of up for grabs on that. Some things become yokai and some things become possessed by them," said Annabeth.

"So how could we possibly defeat a god...demon...hoodie?" said Percy. Percy then sighed. "We really need to go on vacation."

Frost's shoulders slumped. It seemed like all was lost. There was no way to stop this unwashed villain. Wait, he thought, his back straightening in hope, unwashed. He faced Annabeth. "You said the detergent here will wash away any curse, right?" She nodded slowly as if in defeat. Then as realization hit her, her head raised slowly and a sly smile crept across her face.

"Percy, quick, use the washing water!" Frost said. He then charged towards a detergent dispenser.

Percy closed his eyes and thrust his hand towards the gaggle of ghostly garments. The laundromat water responded to the commands of the god of the sea's son and broke free. The flying fountains of water shot towards the stunned spooks. Meanwhile, Frost smashed the dispenser with his staff. He then followed up by spinning the staff before him like a fan. The soap hit the water and frothed. The underling clothing began to cry out in pain as they were washed away, but there was not enough foam for the god hoodie. This demon was a tough stain.

Fortunately, Frost was the son of the Monkey King; Frost could duplicate himself. With a few poof sounds, ten Frosts now stood ready to smash and spin ten more detergent dispensers. "Uh-oh," said the dastardly hoodie. The army of Frosts smashed into the dispensers. A few seconds later, the hoodie was washed and cleaned.

As the owner of the laundromat, yemihikari , grumbled about the damages (and Annabeth paid), Frost retrieved the sacred hoodie. And with a thumbs-up from Percy, Frost was once more on his way to the temple of Ranger.

Within minutes, the hoodie was back in the hands of its ever-living owner. Eternally grateful to Frost, Ranger bestowed upon him the greatest boon a mortal could receive from the Goddess of Photography: his driver's license photo would always look good.

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