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The last thing Percy Jackson was doing all February long was waiting around for the monsters to hurt innocent people or his friends. The few hours he slept each night were with his back to the door in case of emergencies but the rest of the time he was spent outside fighting those things or going from one place to another to check on how defences were holding up.

In the beginning, he seems energetic and confident in his ability to handle the beasts by slashing at them with his trusty sword Riptide, each as they cross his path. It's really not without the help of others that he does more than fend them, though. Any group or person banding together to fight these things is where he makes it his priority to go. He as much of a leader as he is a soldier, so either role is one he can play.

Though he makes every effort to help anyone he sees in need. Attracting the attention on to himself with comments like "HEY, FIGHT SOMEONE ON YOUR OWN LEVEL!" or "OVER HERE YOU CUPID REJECT!" when he spies someone in major trouble. He can't say it doesn't scare him when it works and their attention turns to him, but he does have experience to deal with it. It's more practical to run in these cases, which is why first chance he has to shout for the person to run and slip away himself, he does it.

If all goes well that is...

On and after the fourteenth though, his mood plummets after finding the heart of his girlfriend at his door. Her emotion and her memories are shared with him by whatever strange magic causing him to experience them. And for as nice as it is to see and feel her love for him, it's short lived when the realization she was dead starts to sink in. Percy's emotions fluctuate and stir angry like the sea creates tsunamis. He blames the winged beasts and recklessly goes after them.

Hacking and slashing and using his ability to create waves to knock them out of the sky if he has to, all the while recklessly ignoring his own safety. He is intent on killing them all in his grief.

(He doesn't know it yet, but she'll revive near the end of the month and he'll feel whole again.)

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Hawke and her wardog have been working on things early on in the month, which is when she runs into a familiar face. Cailan eagerly tears into the ugly things, happily tearing their wings off and making sure they are dead before he moves to the next.

"All right, I'll bite." Ha ha ha, considering her dog. "What's a cupid?"

Percy is impossibly strong, but not so strong to be able to do what Cailan does with ripping off the wings of the beasts in single try. Which is why for a moment, he is struck by how strong the wardog is. The canine reminds him so much of Mrs. O'Leary in battle mood, too. But he doesn't allow himself to reminiscence and stare long.

These monsters were still ever where, after all.

"Um, Cupid - or, I guess, Eros, depending on who you ask - they all seriously have too many names - is one of the gods where I'm from. He is the god of love and people kind of got this image of him being this baby with wings that shoots people with arrows to make them fall in love." He explains quickly as he can, then points his sword upwards to a beast that has just noticed them. "I was just thinking these guys are the opposite of that."

Then of course it was close to Valentines and he was thinking about that too. Doing something special for Annabeth somehow. But that's a whole other explanation he doesn't want to get into right now though because of the monsters and the awkwardness of talking about his love life anyway.

Mabari were bred for this sort of thing. To Cailan, this is fun. He'd be chewing on new recruits in Kirkwall if they were still there. All part of the job for Aveline's guard.

"A baby with wings that shoots people with arrows to make them fall in love?" Yeah, sorry, Percy. She's trying so hard not to laugh. That sounds utterly ridiculous and she wishes Isabela were here to hear that. They'd both be laughing their asses off for a long time afterward. "Who came up with that one?"

His shoulders shrug upwards. "Couldn't tell you. People see what they want to see all the time, I guess. Details about the Gods get mixed up all the time." Or that's what his girlfriend might say.

Percy can honestly see how it might be amusing and cracks a wide grin. "It's pretty funny even though I never met the guy. He has his own holiday but they got him wrong." Yeah, he's saying they really exist also.

Thankfully Cailan has them covered at this point of time too, but Percy hasn't forgotten the situation they're in.

Details getting mixed up is not an uncommon idea for Hawke. Tevinter has its own ideas about the Maker, Corypheus had his, Andraste is forever a point of contention, and then the Dalish are another matter entirely. So she nods, thinking that it's not all that different.

"Makes me wonder how many stories about the Maker might be wrong, too," Hakwe says with her usual dry humor. "Does he even have tears or a beard? Or a nose? Or a left ear?"

She's not going to touch some of the oaths uttered in Andraste's name. Not yet anyway.

Cailan does have them covered, but Hawke notices something trying to sneak up on them and blasts it with a Fireball, knocking it out of the sky. Ah knockback. How much she loves it.

Now that he was thinking straight again, Percy knew he had to something about the few nasty bruises his shirt and winter jacket fortunately covered. Nectar could only heal him so much before killing him, after all. Never mind that even the godly drink was in short supply in the first place. So what he needed was an alternative. The traditional human method of healing, of course.

He knew his answer would be apothecary he saw during all the fighting. And this fateful afternoon, he stepped in trying to look like it didn't cause him pain to move his arm up to turn the knob and enter.

"Hello?" He called out, looking around unsure of who to expect and how to figure this place worked. Was he going to come across some witch doctor? Did the place run more like a drug store or a doctor's office? His imagination was already getting away from him, honestly. But he did need the help, so he waited for a response.

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Unfortunately not doctor, but there is the closest thing at the moment. Prim steps up to the main room from the back, where she was checking on some of her supplies. "Hi," she says with a smile. "Welcome to the apothecary. Can I help you with something?"

It's not formal by any means, but the place has a homey air to it. Now that the monsters are gone, she's had more time and energy to work on her shop. She wants it to be friendly and inviting, with remedies all across the shelves for people to browse or ask about.

When she comes out from the back, he breaths out with relief. While waiting there his mind was running through sorts of ideas like one the Fates coming out from the back or Apollo with another one of his bad haikus. It would honestly be no surprise with his luck. He is a bit relived to see it's just a girl with a friendly smile who won't torment him.

"Yeah," he smiles back a little. "You got anything good for, uh, well, bruises? Or maybe some bandages. Pain killers? I need a little of everything, I guess." If he was being honest.

He knows he needs to pay attention more when Hawke blasts the beast trying to sneak up on them, but for a second he honestly can't help but find what she did to be awesome. Using fire was a gift usually only Hephaestus' children had in his world, though. Some exceptions applied, like with the Egyptian kid he met, but other than that WHOA.

"How did you do that?"

Whatever they were talking about before already gone from his mind. Whatever he answer was, it felt like now he could show off his own ability if he wanted/needed too. Not just sword fight.

Prim's smile turns into a light frown of concern. She likes having people come to her for help, but never really likes the idea that anyone's been hurt. Not that she really expected otherwise, given what recently happened.

"Is it for you or someone else?" she asks gently. "I do better if I can see the injury."

She can still offer some things without seeing, if she needs to, so if he says no, she can give him supplies and let him go on his way. It's just not her preferred method.

Hawke might be a little more used to people who don't have the stigma about mages that she's used to, but it's still unexpected when someone asks her how like that. So she tilts her head slightly at him and shrugs, aiming her staff at another one trying to sneak up on her. The basic magic attacks are far less flashy than things like Fireball or Cone of Cold.

"I'm a mage," she offers, "who took primal spells instead of some of the other options." She's also got spirit healing and force magic in there, too, but who's counting?

Unfortunately much too often injuries come with the territory of being a demi-god. But to be fair this one time it was chaos for everybody. Percy felt bad though that he was the cause for this girl's smile to fade. And he felt had his answer was more than she was probably looking for.

"Actually, I probably need the same stuff you give me for a friend in case." Since Leo was right there with him fighting and everything. He didn't think his friend was as injured as himself but he was still going to look out for him.

As for the idea of her seeing his injuries, it shouldn't have been a big deal that most them were forming on his arms and chest, but his face grew red slightly anyway. He wasn't going to take his shirt off without thinking twice about it. "Uh, you sure you need to see them?" Yeah, okay, even he knows even that was dumb to ask.

It might blow his if she told him she is capable of different elemental magic, then it might not. As an avid video gamer in his free time, he's seen all sorts of characters (even if they were fictional) with all kinds of magic. Same idea kind of applies only in reality.

"Not sure what that tells me exactly, but I think I get you." If primal spells were like some sort of ancient magic and there was some school she went to learn like he goes to camp to train. "I'm a little bit of an expert with water."

To show what he means, he focuses on creating water and coping a style similar to the fireball he saw (for fun) before blasting it at the next deserving monster. He had originally planned to save his energy with water attacks for emergencies, but oh well.

Making a second set for his friend won't be an issue and Prim is already cataloging what she might need without even seeing the injury. She frowns slightly at his question, though not out of confusion, and then gives her head a gentle shake.

"It's okay. You don't have to show me if you don't want to, or if it's in a weird place." At least, as long as it doesn't seem like he's really hurt. And it.. doesn't right now. "It's just easier for me to tell what I need to give you if I can see exactly what the injury is and how bad it is."

And she promises she's seen shirtless boys before without blinking an eye. If it's anything beyond that... then she might have to decline. For both of their sakes. She does start to pull a couple of things down from the shelves while they talk, a few basic remedies to help bruises and pain.

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The subject will likely come up shortly. Hawke favors Cone of Cold just as much as Fireball and Firestorm. Besides, she's a show-off when it looks like she's got someone who won't look at her like she's grown another head just because she's a mage.

"Elemental?" she offers. "Mostly fire and ice based spells. We don't deal with water." Though she does look suitably impressed at his show. "I could have used that to put out a lot of fires in Kirkwall through the years. The poor city might have actually survived most of what it went through instead of half that way." Kirkwall got burned twice while she was there and most in Thedas would say it was her fault, especially considering Isabela's role in the Qunari situation and Hawke's personal and romantic involvement with Isabela.

"Oh and if you need healing while we're out here, let me know. I'll have you fixed in no time."

When she assures him it's okay if he doesn't want to show her, he relaxes a little. But when she has to imply that it could be in a weird place, he nearly chokes on the air he is breathing. "No, no, uh-- it's just that I don't know how you would feel if I just take my shirt off and showed you." There are lines even he can see sometimes and they aren't friends out camping and swimming or anything so.

"How bad would you say it is if I told you some of my bruises have bruises?" Because of some of them did and some of them didn't having healed himself as much as he thought he could get away with the usual nectar remedy.

She's completely not bothered at all by this explanation and it registers on her face. "I've seen shirtless people before, lots of times," she tells him easily. "It doesn't bother me. I'd rather have that than risk someone having a serious wound that I could have treated."

Really, she did well when she had to help Gale after his flogging when she was thirteen. This won't be anything like that.

She does wince at his question as she sets out some of her herbs. "Sounds pretty bad. Was it the recent weird monsters that did it?"

He feels a little silly when she assures him with logic like that, but his injuries were't exactly life threatening so mental shrug. "If it were worse, I might have taken the chance. On a scale from 1 to 10, these would be a solid 6 or 7. Pretty normal."

He may be down playing it a bit though because honestly he isn't wanting to alarm her anymore than he has. When he starts to remove his jacket and shirt it may tell her a whole other story though. The bruises almost blend into two giant ones across his arms and chest.

"Yeah. I wouldn't recommend jumping on to their wings if you ever get that idea."

Prim can't help the light huff of a laugh at his last words. "Is that what you did?" she asks, amusement in her eyes. "You must be a Hero."

A hero-type person is what she means. Not that she has a lot of experience with those, but it sure does sound like one.

To her credit, she doesn't seem to react any differently once she lays eyes on the bruises he shows her. They're pretty bad, but definitely not the worst injury she's ever seen. Gale's flogging took that one by far. And being forced to watch the Games every year. Also the burns across her entire back, including the backs of her neck, arms, and legs. There's a reason she wears long sleeves and pants and keeps her hair long.

"You're lucky. It shouldn't scar." Not like hers did. She takes some of her ingredients and begins mixing them together. "But I can make you a salve for it and give you enough for your friend, too."

He can't help but huff in a bit of modest laughter himself. "Well, not anymore than the rest of those that fought. But I guess you could say that."

It would never sit well with him to be anything else. The people in this community needed his help, and that was fundamentally all there was to it. And he would do it again despite his injuries or the possibility of them being worse.

He breathes in relief when she tells him that they shouldn't scar though. It's the second or maybe third good piece of news he got today. The first being his girlfriend's return to life and the second or third being that she wouldn't have to see scars when he finally heals all up. "That's a relief. I can handle the odd scar or two, but the fun part isn't when you get them," he says trying to lighten the mood. Too bad he is oblivious to her burns.

Seeing how she is working on the salves, he finds a place to sit and wait.

"You're a real life saver, you know that. Thank you, uh... I never caught your name. I'm Percy Jackson."

He isn't judging. Skills like hers pop up in people all the time where he's from. But until today he's never heard of anyone who can control fire and ice.

"Elemental, huh?" He glances quickly at her again, having not really expected that. "Where I'm from it's not really something you can learn. It kind of depends on your godly parent and even then you're either born with it or you're not." He's not even thinking about how he let his whole story slip right now.

Done with showing off, he returns to counting on his sword when a monster tries sneaking to his left hoping to catch him unaware. His reflexes kick in and he reacts with enough speed to dodge and swat at the beast's open maw back. He hears what she says about water being useful in putting fires out though. "Water tends to be good to that effect, yeah. Sorry about your city though."

"You got healing too? ...I may take you up on that." Because water revitalized his energy but it never heal him instantly.

"Well, you can't learn how to be a mage," Hawke corrects as she slams into one of the uglies with her staff. It's not just for show. "But any mage can learn different branches of magic. Primal, Force, and Spirit Healing are my preferences." It is what it is and everyone is different.

But to demonstrate her Force Mage abilities, she uses Fist of the Maker to squash a small group of the cupid weirdos to the ground, flattening them for a few seconds and making them utterly vulnerable to everything she and Percy are doing for a few seconds.

"Kirkwall survived," she points out with a shrug as she lobs a fireball at the flattened group. "Sometimes that's all you can ask for." Everyone was scarred, though, even the nobles in Hightown. No one would be the same. Or, well, some would, but those were the ones who didn't quite care to begin with.

Without bothering to announce what she's doing, Hawke tosses a Heal spell in his direction. It won't completely knit together everything, but it sure will take off most of the worst. For anything worse, she'll have to slip into Spirit Healer mode.

Heroes are, in her experience, pretty modest, so this only confirms her suspicions. Not that she says anything about it; her smile just turns knowing for a brief moment.

"No... no it isn't," she says softly, with a tone that says she understands. She hesitates, thinking it over again, before rolling up one of her own sleeves and showing him the back of her arm. It's a small offer of friendship as much as it is a way to point out that his bruises are not the worst things she's seen. "Believe me, I've seen worse. Worse even than this. So you can always come to me, okay?"

Returning to her work as soon as she rolls her sleeve back down, she offers a smile in response to his introduction. "Prim Everdeen. It's nice to meet you, Percy."

"My bad," Percy tosses out in apologetic tone. With the cupid rejects on top of them though he doesn't stop or offer anymore than that until after he turns to the monsters to Hawke's blind side and slashes his sword at one flying toward them like he was swinging a baseball bat with one hand. "That's definitely something that doesn't happen where I'm from. You got to tell me what kind of magic Primal and Force are sometime."

In his peripheral vision, he doesn't fail to see her demonstration of magic and he smiles at the edges knowing he doesn't worry for her. It was so cool. And also a good chance to end them, which he knows better than to stand around and gawk at. He breaks into a run just behind her fireball and jumps onto the head of one, bringing his sword down into the head of the monster.

Only after does he acknowledge her words. "I get how that. Things are like that a lot of the time back. They get bad, but at the end you just have to glad the world survived." And hopefully everybody, too. But Percy would be kidding himself if he told her everybody made it. The reason why he fights so hard, even now, is so that he can keep as many as he can alive. "Let's hope this place survives like Kirkwall. That would be good."

She doesn't need to announce what she's doing for him to notice she's doing something, but when he feels himself suddenly warm and lighter than before he reacts. Pauses for millisecond in fact to figure out how that just happened, and following up by saying, "Whoa, I was not expecting that," when he figures it out.

"Let's hope it does better than Kirkwall," Hawke says dryly. "No need to have an entire rebellion on our hands. Though that does beg the question of what and who we'd be rebelling against." But that's neither here nor there at the moment. She supposes someone has to be in charge around here. Funny that no one's really stepped forward ever.

"I could also do with fewer instances of people trying to kill me and friends blowing up pieces of the city, but that could just be me being picky again."

It's not really picky, but that's her humor showing through again. She's not in the mood to have another Anders tricks her and blows up the Chantry incident. No more betrayal. She's had enough of that.

"There's more where that came from!" she calls, turning and bringing up a veritable ice wall in front of her. It catches several more of the creatures, nearly freezing them in place as she bashes them with her staff until they go down. "We're really getting a body count going. Maybe we should be counting these."

Her smile is infectious for a moment and he smiles back ... until she rolls up her sleeves to reveal burns and he wishes he could actually take back what he said. She says they're not the worst she's seen and the same is true for him, but for the average person those burns were bad.

"You... Sorry. I didn't realize..." he starts to say, but hesitates saying more when the voice inside his head tells him to zip it. Wounds were one of things he knew better to say 'hey, it could be worse' no. Best to skip ahead he figures and thank her for the kind offer. "Thanks. Yeah, I think I will take you up on that."

He lets her return to work, falling quiet again and letting his eyes wander around. He's able to give a little smile back when she introduces herself. "Prim. Nice to meet you, too."

"It's okay," she assures him with a shake of her head as she finally finishes up her mixtures. "I just wanted you to know that you can come to me with anything. I'm not squeamish and I've seen a lot worse. Besides, better me than whatever weirdness they have at the hospital, right?"

She's honestly not sure anyone actually works up there. No one she knows does and she knows she would never be comfortable in a place like that if she didn't know who was taking care of her. She's alreay done the coma thing before. Being treated by someone she didn't know, waking up to a strange room and with strange people around, had been hard enough. But here? It would be impossible.

Placing the salves into plastic containers, she cleans up a bit before moving around to offer them to Percy. "Here. That should be enough for both of you. It's just something you can brush onto the bruises to help them heal. If you need anything else or if you run out, you can always come back."

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for prim - sometime after the monsters

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wtf this notif disappeared! sorry for the late ;;

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