Thread: Percy Jackson: Next Generation (Naomi David X Nefarious)

Christian wasn't sure what he was expecting, probably a whiny, obnoxious little girl who didn't know which end of a sword she was supposed to hold- What he was definitely not expecting was having a gun as well as a bow pointed at his face when the door to the house opened. His hand instinctively dropped down to his hip, reaching for his sword, his muscles tensing up in the oh-so-familiar way that they did just before he got into a fight. It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't facing monsters. He took a few steps backwards, carefully retreating from the open door, his fingers still clutching the hilt of his sword. His hazel eyes studied the two incredibly beautiful women, wondering for a moment whether they were Empousai in human form but quickly scrapping that thought because if they were Empousai, they would have torn him to shreds already. He was just about to speak when a shimmering green trident appeared over the younger girls' head, claiming her as a daughter of the God of the Seas, Poseidon. Christian would have been completely perplexed by the floating green signal if he hadn't experienced being 'claimed' himself which had happened a few weeks after he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. During his second capture the flag game, he had been cornered by four members of the Athena Cabin whom he had fought off unaided. He was rewarded by being claimed by Ares, a luminescent spear, dripping with blood appearing over his head to mark him as a son of the God of War. Uh.. W-what? He muttered, his hazel eyes glued to Celestine, caught off-guard by how attractive and alluring she looked, especially with the glowing trident hovering above her head, showering her in an ethereal sea-green light, highlighting the color of her eyes. He quickly regained his composure, cursing himself inwardly for ogling at the girl so blatantly. Yeah, that would be me. Not what you expected? He replied, raising one eyebrow while his hand subconsciously moved to touch the three painted beads attached to his leather necklace, each bead representing the end of one summer spent at Camp Half-Blood. His left hand relaxed, moving away from the handle of his sword as he made his way back up the steps, trying not to make eye-contact with Celestine, not trusting himself to subdue the urge to stare at her again. His confused thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the mention of Cyclops', his body tensing again as he promptly did a quick check of the surrounding area, spotting a group of tall, freakishly muscular tourists. They were not taking pictures or frolicking around on the beach like the other tourists, instead they were stood eerily still, all of them facing towards Christian and Celestine. Even the normal humans were giving them a wide berth, Mist or not, they didn't look like the type of people you wanted to bump into. He couldn't help but be impressed by how easily Celestine's mother had been able to spot the Cyclops', she must have the Sight, which allowed her to cut through the Mist and see things as they really were. Oookay, those guys are not here to play. We need too move. Now. He ordered, shifting his body so that he was standing in front of the door, blocking the line of sight of the Cyclops', covering Celestine and her mother from view. Grab your stuff and say your good-byes, we don't have time to doddle around, we need to be in a taxi, ASAP. His tone was stern but not impolite as he looked over his shoulder to check on the group of Cyclops' again, dismayed to find that they were slowly edging forwards. He wasn't in the mood to brawl in full view of mortals, that kind of stuff was a no-no.