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to: all, with apologies to nico di angelo

( the message is deliberately written in ancient greek. for most summoned, the network will auto-translate, but she's hoping there might be others who recognize the original text. )

WILL SOLACE COME RETRIEVE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOTH I'M NOT HIS BABYSITTER

( helpfully, she adds an illustration that no one asked for: )

( then, because nico seriously needs more friends and it's her duty as former head counselor of the ares cabin to embarrass any and all younger campers: )

↖ BTW THIS IS NICO
HE LOVES LONG WALKS THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD AND BROODING IN GRAVEYARDS
HE'S SPOKEN FOR BUT I'M SURE HE'LL BE THE AFTERLIFE OF YOUR NEXT PARTY
CHALLENGE HIM TO A GAME OF MYTHOMAGIC TODAY!!!

ALSO IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS SEEN THESE DEMIGODS CONTACT ME ASAP
LOOKS LIKE ZEUS IS SUPER FUCKING PISSED AGAIN AND WE NEED A GAMEPLAN

( more shitty doodles follow, this time vaguely resembling percy and annabeth, although this time she labels them: )

— CLARISSE LA RUE, DRAKON-SLAYER, DAUGHTER OF ARES

( she figures she may as well cover all her bases here since all of this feels like a ren faire on steroids anyway.

ooc | threadjacking is more than welcome and, frankly, encouraged. let's all go ~~hog~~ boar wild. 🫡 )

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[Guess who is older than the Greek alphabet? This guy! Linear B all the way, baby. Moreover, having had little cause to learn his letters — with heralds to bear messages, bards to tell stories, and servants to keep stock of flocks and stores — he can only discern a few words of the message.

tl;dr what up, my name is Achilles, I'm 27, and I never fucking learned how to read.

How fortunate that responding requires only that he think.]

Zeus?

Then there are more here who know the deathless gods who dwell on Mount Olympus?

Sometimes I think we know a little too much.

Are you really Achilles? I — uh. Met you once.

Hi. I'm Percy Jackson.

[Grant him a moment to decipher what he can...]

Indeed I am Achilles, son of Peleus.

P E R J A K S O N

Is that the name you bear, stranger?

I confess that I do not know my letters so well. It is only by this strange god-gift that my message comes to you at all.

You know, I've been called worse.

Or weirder.

[ Thanks, Mr D. ]

Uh, where are you living?

[ Is a face-to-face meeting possible? Who knows. Could be easier, though. ]

Where am I, you ask?

I have come, by the will of the gods, to the country of Solvunn, land of wind-swept plains and plenteous goats. They are a humble and hardy people who dwell here. Are you too a guest among the god-fearing Solvunnians, P E R J A K S O N?

[ Oh, boy ... this is gonna become a thing, isn't it?

Welp. ]

Unfortunately I'm not in Solvunn.

I'm in Thorne.

I think it's far away.

T H O R N

I have heard of such a country, but it is far off. Even the sea, which all my life has heaved so near at hand, is far off. Not one ship have I seen in all my days here.

Yeah, that sucks, dude.

I get it though. I'd be pretty bummed out if I wasn't near the sea either.

[ Only after the message is out of his head and sent does Percy realize that Achilles, already having difficulty picking up on letters, would probably struggle with ... uh ... slang. ]

I mean, that's terrible. Bad.

I have heard too of a village that overlooks the sea, and there I wish to journey as soon as I am able, as soon as the winds quit their outrage. Where sea meets land, there I might meet my mother, silver-footed Thetis, daughter of Nereus, who lives beneath the waves.

[He has not fully grasped the whole "different world, different universe" thing...]

More questions I would ask of you, stranger, but I fear your reply would do me little good.

Edited 2024-04-19 03:13 (UTC)

Can't throw a rock around here without hitting a Greek apparently

( which just proves that they're totally better than the romans, but that's not the point. she notices the signature. she refuses to feel any type of way about it. no no no no no, that's in the past — how does she know this is even the same achilles? it's fine. she's fine. )

Your parents either really loved you or really hated you if they actually named you Achilles

[He picks out what words he can.]

What of my parents?

My father is noble Peleus who once sailed with the Argonauts and now rules in fertile Phthia, and the mother who bore me is silver-footed Thetis of Nereus' stock.

Edited 2024-04-09 22:05 (UTC)

( oh, gods, it is him. she can't do this right now. )

Sorry
Forgot how to read

( maybe, in some cases, she is a coward. )

[Those, unfortunately, are none of the words whose shape he recognizes.]

Would that I could understand your message, stranger. How it vexes me to be as one who is deaf!

Bye!

( she refuses to cry over texting. this is silly. and yet. and yet. )

Good bye!

[ Hello old friend who killed his son that one time. But that was thousands of years ago and Apollo got revenge so, you know. Bygones. ]

I should hope so, considering there's at least two of us here.

[That passive-aggressive comment shall not stop him, for he cannot read. He can, however, decipher the name that accompanies the message.]

Apollo, far-seeing, bow-famed, have you truly come here?

[ Oh, epithets and everything. This feels nostalgic. ]

Swift-footed Achilles, you flatter me. What fate has deemed that we meet here?

[He recognizes his name. You. Me. Fate.]

Well do I know that I shall enter the house of death by your hand, Apollo. Now that I have gained glory that never dies, for my victory over man-killing Hector, it is little wonder that you should follow me even to this far-flung land to remind me of the blood I once shed on Tenedos' rocky shore. Fate must ever move toward its end.

[ OK Achilles can we maybe dial it back to an 11? ]

The war was long ago, Achilles. Centuries. I have no interest.

[No.]

War

Have

Have not?

How fast my patience unravels.

[ okay you know what fuck the meter. ]

You and me both.

War is over. Finished. Now it's time for peace.

Do you understand?

[Also a tremendous no.]

If you wish for me to understand your message, Lord Apollo, you will have to find another way by which to send it. To you I shall offer the sacrifices and libations that a suppliant must, though I know your heart, made of the same deadly bronze that tips arrows, will not be swayed.

[Apollo may not be the god he loves best, but he is a god nonetheless.]

[He studies the drawing, which demonstrates a skilled hand — unsurprising, from a god whose power is divided among so many talents.]

You wish for me to keep my distance from you?

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