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WEEK ONE

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It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.

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We also don't know how we got here. [So there's that, too. But on the other hand he gets Damian's point.] The fact that they don't have answers either could point to something bigger.

[Okay but he didn't ask for this life? He's awkwardly trying to sidesteps some of the hens, noticing that he can't get very far and resigning to his fate.] Nobody's organized a jailbreak as far as I know. Think people are really that scared of the consequences?

That's obvious. [He already knew none of them could figure out how they arrived on the train, God!!!

So for that, he just lets Percy suffer with the chickens for a while.] The fact they are in the jail at all means it's something bigger.

[Relenting, he tosses some scratch in another direction to lead the hens away from Percy's feet.] People who haven't learned to master fear are always controlled by it.

If no one has tried yet, someone will sooner or later. They'll feel sorry for them. It's a fifty percent chance. Fifty percent we help them, and they help us. Fifty percent we help them, and then they kill us.

[Why...why is it always small children that school him and make him feel like a dumbass? Thanks for the suffering, Damian.]

You sure it's not just the Sheriff being a jerk? Almost seems more likely at this point. [Once the hens scatter and move after their food Percy takes a step out of the way to give them more distance. On the other hand, he holds up both hands because whoa, we have a badass over here, apparently.] Pretty sure most of the people here are still in Fear 101. Not quite master-levels.

[There's a disgruntled noise of agreement though.] Two of them against forty of us could be bad if there's something up with them. So why haven't you tried yet?

Typically, androids do not possess the cognitive abilities of free will. Even high-functioning androids. They're still a machine inside of a silicone body. It's all data. [Damian chunks another smaller handful of scratch out toward the hens. He doesn't look at Percy, but at the chickens, through them while in thought.]

Therefore, the android runs on a set of algorithms that give it parameters. Sometimes, the parameters can be so large it makes the android seem "real," though it's still limited in some way. The Sheriff more than likely has employers; I don't think that is a lie.

[Finally, he looks at Percy again.] Are you a metahuman? [He's starting to think about this. There's people with powers in his world. Aliens. Accidental acquisitions. Papika's hoverboard wouldn't work when they found it in their room, but she claimed it could.]

Are you supposed to have special nonhuman powers?

Edited (when will my typos leave me alone) 2017-01-18 01:05 (UTC)

[After a while his expression just kind of glazes over even though he's sort of listening. Being around people like Leo and Annabeth have taught him that machines are Apparently a Big Deal, but at the same time he has his own thoughts that he's keeping to himself. He's about to ask if maybe Damian's a robot because that was a lot of information, but he doesn't get far before that question's ask. He's not exactly quick enough to change his expression from being very surprised, but he blinks instead.]

What would make you ask something like that? Have you met other nonhumans here already?

No, but we have them where I come from. [It's okay, Percy. A lot of people's eyes glaze over when he talks.] The girl, Papika, found a hoverboard in our room. She said it could fly, but when she tried, it didn't work.

[That doesn't explain a lot, but it's in line with stuff.] My roommate has something that stopped working, too. Whoever we're playing for stripped abilities from things and probably people.

[Okay no definitely people. But he'll just feel this out for a bit.] What kind of nonhumans do you have where you're from?

You didn't answer my question. [He stares at Percy without looking away, mostly without blinking.] Answer mine, and I'll answer yours.

[...it's like having a staring contest with a cat. How unfortunate that Percy's a dog person. He stares back for a moment before he frowns, sighing through his nose and shaking his head.]

You know, people who are nonhuman usually can't go around announcing it to everybody. [But.] All I'm asking is what makes you think they're here just because you have them where you're from. [...probably for the same reason he and Annabeth assumed they might not be the only non-humans but shh.]

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[If Damian seems unimpressed behind the mask, it's because he is.] It's an assumption that isn't baseless. There's a high probability of metahumans existing in other worlds and other timelines.

I'm guessing you're one with how much you're avoiding my question. Do you not want anyone to know because you don't have the powers you should here? [Heh. Suckers.]

[...while this is true, Percy looks equally unimpressed but the fact that he's still having this conversation is probably an okay sign.]

I don't know. Do you not want anyone to know what you really look like? [He gestures to the domino mask which. Isn't that effective? Not really?] What's with the look anyway?

[WOW, DON'T TURN THIS AROUND ON HIM!! What the heckie.]

It's a uniform. ["Disguise." He seems somewhat disgruntled about being called out, but had forgotten not many people here would know Robin (or Batman) like they would in his universe.] We don't mix our identity with our work because it creates dangerous conditions. For us, but also for the people we know.

We apprehend violent criminals the police can't handle.

[Uh huh, okay. He frowns lightly though because he can understand that.]

Where I'm from, we don't have uniforms but we try not to reveal what we are because it's just as dangerous for people around us. Especially mortals.

[So there's your answer, Damian.] We fix things that threaten civilization, things most people can't even explain. It's our job as heroes.

So you are a metahuman. [Which isn't said as if it's a bad thing, actually.] "Heroes."

[Damian doesn't consider himself a hero, not by a long shot. Other people may, but he knows he has a lot of redeeming to do.] My father is a "hero." He works with a "league" of others sometimes--The Justice League. Mostly, he works alone with us. The "Family." [SO MANY AIR QUOTES.]

Batman. That's his alias. He doesn't kill, and neither do we.

[~~Ignoring the fact that DC exists in the PJO canon~~ Percy doesn't exactly seem surprised to hear any of this. The airquotes don't bypass him either since he's used to it himself, and once Damian starts to explain he even smiles a little.

So. That's what this is about.]

I don't think we've ever been described as metahumans, but sure. [A tilt of the head.] Let me guess. Sometimes you guys get busted by the police for "helping" and stuff because they can't explain what you just did to save the city? You mentioned there're metahumans where you're from but...unless your dad's actually a giant bat I'm also guessing you're mortal? Which means you probably know how to fight.

[Rick Riordan, why.]

Technically, we're vigilantes, and the legal system defines us as being outside the police or army. Yes, sometimes, the police are required by law to try to apprehend us, but we out-maneuver them.

The Commissioner of the police force is a good friend of my father, however. He helps us, and we help him.

[A sigh. With the last little bit of scratch, Damian turns the bucket upside and dumps it out, then lets the bucket hang by his side.] Batman doesn't die so easily, so I don't think I would consider him mortal.

But biologically, yes, he's mortal. [Something, like Percy, none of them want any enemies to really be aware of exactly. Kills the fear aspect.] We are all human, but we've been trained in extensive forms of martial arts and weaponry, among other things. Most of the others in the Justice League are metahumans or aliens. Superman is a Kryptonian, for example; Wonder Woman is an Amazonian.

The Flash is a metahuman. His abilities aren't racial.

[At least he can count on Damian not to make Aquaman jokes…]

I think the mortal world would see us kind of like that, too, since what's legal isn't always important for us to get things done. [He's broken a lot of rules to chase down monsters.] Must be nice to have an in.

[His eyes flicker to the scratch on the ground, then back to Damian as he processes that. A man who's built himself up to be something powerful? He knows a few mortals like that, but even so, Rachel had some help with the Oracle of Delphi. But it all makes sense to him and it's for that reason he slips his hands in the pockets of his ripped up jeans, more relaxed and open to explaining himself.]

As somebody captured by the Amazons? Can confirm they're pretty scary ladies, but they're good fighters. [It was nice when they joined their side of the fighting.] Even if our abilities are inherited and part of us, we still have a training camp we work out of. We all have different ones though, so maybe that's more alien? I don't know. [A soft huff, and he gives Damian a half-smile.] Pretty sure "divine" covers it. [At least that's how Annabeth explains it sometimes and he figures it's for the best.]

[Give him time, and he will make all the Aquaboy jokes.]

Wonder Woman makes up more than half the rest of those idiots in the Justice League combined. Sometimes, I think she's the only one with a brain besides Batman. [Someone is a #fan, but shh. Damian still isn't big on the whole heart over mind thing. Yet.] What do you mean, "divine"?

[Damian gives Percy a rather queer sort of glance. He's not the religious type, go figure.] Like gods?

[There's a short laugh.] She sounds incredible. A lot of the Amazonians I've met have been pretty smart, too. Have to be.

[But he just shrugs a little and nods.] But yeah, those guys. [He had a hard time grasping it when he first found out, too.] You can see why we keep it quiet.

[Basically, thank God for Wonder Woman, or the League would collapse? Not bias or anything...] Are you serious?

What kind of gods? Egyptian? Greek? Native?

[Nothing in his expression changes, letting Damian go through his cycle of questions.]

Me specifically? Greek. But I have friends who're kids of gods from the Roman pantheon. [Sadly Percy is not from a point in which he knows there are Egyptian magicians and Norse demigods. Oh well.] I didn't believe it at first either.

You're children of gods. [Kill him. He's glad there's no chronic mythological gods running around his universe really. Infamous regulars. (Lookin' at you, Marvel.)] Tt. Ridiculous. [But whatever. Technically, some people consider Clark and Diana gods.

And he's going to die in the future (again?) when he finds out Clark has had a brat he has to learn to work with. Fucking Jon.] Do you save the world from Titans?

[A smirk. It sure is, buddy. The way he speaks about it is almost too casually, enough that it might sound like either someone who's making it up or someone who's experienced way too much.]

Titans were last summer. This year it's the giants. [And Gaea.]

[There's some familiar camaraderie in hearing about this from Percy. He doesn't know the other boy well, and he sure as hell isn't going to fully trust him, but Damian thinks he can relate to Percy more than others he's met so far.

Minus Jason. Jason doesn't count.] My world is the same. Batman and the rest of us protect Gotham City and some of the surrounding areas such as Bludhaven.

The League and other heroes protect the entire planet. We've had to deal with all manner of idiotic happenings: robots, aliens, evil masterminds. Even each other. There's plenty of fools who try to mind control Batman and Superman and the rest into fighting one another. It happens to Superman more often than not because he's nearly immortal.

Our territory's usually Manhattan, but we've fought battles in other places around the world. It's a full-time job.

[Likewise, he's not sure how this conversation won't come back to bite him in the ass later but he's listening and he's interested in what Damian has to say since he's handling this news fairly well.]

I'll see your robots, aliens and evil masterminds and raise you monsters, minor gods, and Mother Earth herself. [It's not meant to be "outdoing him" or anything of the sort, but more of a way to relate that he gets it. The world sucks and it's hard but he gets it. He blanches a bit at the word "mind control" and "fighting one another" because he has had enough experience with that thank you very much.] Try as in they don't succeed? They never know when to quit, do they?

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