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BASIC PHRASES IN AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE!!! 

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“I think this will be the first time I’ve ever felt the cold. Aside from that one time I was in Jotunhein.”

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“I’m not having to kill people or die painful creative deaths daily, so this place is a top ten of places I’ve lived. My childhood home being number one, the streets being two.”

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“Can we not deal in extremes?”

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“I mean, I can only do minor healing right now. It’ll stay most of the possible infections.” He held his hand out, waiting for the complete ok. “Oh. I don’t know if it still works, but sometimes when I heal people, I get flashes of memories and feelings. I haven’t tried to heal anything since I got here, so I don’t know if it’ll still do it, but I thought you deserved a warning.”

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Of course the monsters were dangerous. But he didn’t understand why they would attack a seemingly random mortal. He couldn’t believe that this guy was just walking around with that, completely uncovered. 

“I can heal some of it, if you want. But first, we should rinse that off with some water.” He always waited for permission to heal people.

What a stand up guy. Ryuu is glad that this kind stranger didn’t start spewing out words of concern- things like that always made him more than a little bit uncomfortable. Having a stranger dote on him like that would make him feel guilty.

“Shit, dude. I’d appreciate it. But how much is ‘some’? Is it worth my while?”

….. Probably better than what you have now, Ryuu.

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Magnus frowned and spoke slowly, hoping Percy would be able to understand the situation. “Percy, we’re not actually in Tartarus. It looks like Tartarus to you, but we’re still on the island. Whoever you’re looking for or thinking you can see isn’t there. The place might not even be there. We need to find cover that isn’t relying on what you see, because from what I’ve seen, even if I can’t see your monsters, they can still attack me.”

Still, watching each others backs seemed like a good idea. He ran his hands through his hair, hating that it might grow back to full length without Alex here to cut it short, and sighed. “Well at least in your world, I hope you’ll be long dead before Ragnarok. It’s when everyone will die. The gods, dad, all of us einherjar. It’s called the Twilight of the gods, and when it’s over, the world will be flooded. They know how their going to die, too. Dad will die at the hands of Surt, the guy who killed me.” He frowned more, hating that it even existed.

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“I wonder how effective Jack would be against Greek monsters…” He mumbled, mostly to himself as he crouched down. His stupid trash can shield was dented beyond use, but maybe he could use it to hurl at one of the monsters. 

He felt a pang of pity for his cousin and Percy, hearing that they basically went to Greek Monster Hell. He might have seen some terrible things, and died daily, but surviving that place?

“It’s weird. It keeps… glitching for me. Like,” He faltered for words, wishing he had some of that magical mead to help him be more wordy. “I see the island, totally normal. Then it looks like a bad glitch animation and then I see a city in ruins. Empty, like Doomsday came and went and all that’s left is demolished buildings, places on fire, some stuff is frozen over. Oh, and I hear wolves. So that’s fun.”

“Glitching…yeah, that describes it.” Guess he wasn’t the only one who was seeing this place going in and out like a bad TV reception. 

Percy checked on the monster gang. “I think we’re safe, but if monsters can eat us we aren’t going to be safe for very long.” He looked around. There had to be some place they could get help…or, frankly, just hide out for a bit. Someplace to rest in Tartarus…he knew a place by that description.

“Let’s go that way,” Percy told Magnus, pointing. “If our monster pals can kill us we need to find a place to wait this out and I had a friend with a cabin…thing that way. At least I think it was that way. You let me know about any doomsday stuff and I’ll let you know about any Tartarus stuff, watch each other’s backs, and you can heal me if I do anything stupid.” He grinned, trying to keep a positive attitude. Tartarus killed you by crushing your hope. Percy wasn’t going to let it. He had too many people to come back to for him to die today. “Sound cool?”

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“ Oh we’re not staying here long. I just need a quiet place for a bit. “ He signed, shaking his head to emphasize his point. This was not where he was going to stay. Ideally, this would go away soon. Whatever glitch to the Matrix shit was going on, would hopefully be fixed and they could go back to things like normal. 

Once they were tucked away from the windows, Magnus sat down and took a deep breath, then let it out. His grey eyes looked calculating as he muttered to himself for a few minutes before writing with the notepad he’d been given. “ What we see is two different things. I can hear you, but you can’t hear me, or yourself apparently. I see monsters, you don’t. Whatever is going on, we have to communicate with each other. “

That was the best way he could summarize it, he’d already helped Percy deal with a flashback at seeing some bad things, so he’s piecing together what’s going on. “ I haven’t been on the island long, and my last stay was really short, so I don’t know too much, but I can find out more. “

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He made sure to only grab Siren by the sleeve and pulled them along, his stomach in knots over the sound of wolves. He hated wolves. Why was it always wolves?? Though the whispering made him jump out his skin and he barely stifled a scream. 

“ That would be great. “ He sighed once he had taken a moment to catch his breath, then held his hand out for the notepad. He knew almost nothing of the city, but he did know about magic and how to trick the brain. Though normally, the Gap only effected mortals. The last time he’d been on the island hadn’t been long enough to learn anything about it, which he now regretted.

He spotted a run down looking building not too far away and started pulling them along again, sprinting towards it. Not an ideal place to hide in, but at least from a higher place, he could spot any wolves that might try to sneak up on him.

they really don’t like trusting people they don’t know all that well. especially someone they can only assume is human. humans always screw things up, and if they don’t then they’re just annoying. absolute headaches to listen to half the time.

in a situation like this, unfortunately, siren doesn’t find themselves with a lot of options. only arriving in the city a couple of days ago, they’d like to hope that this isn’t a regular happening. it’s not fun thinking about the very real possibility that this world is just a simulation, but if it is it should ideally hold up better than this.

siren lets magnus drag them around, almost wanting to cover their eyes so the stark white stops scaring them so heavily. some senses have to be regained. touch and the bare minimum of sight just isn’t enough. they look around trying to decipher what this place could possibly be, but none of them really stand out from one another. “ is this where we’re gonna hide out if this shit blows over? ”

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Percy flushed a little. Love to look stupid without even realizing it. “Uh, some rocks. Sorry for grabbing, kind of an emergency situation. There’s a group of monsters and they uh,” Percy peaked out from behind the rocks. “Yeah, they look very mean. And hungry. And steel-proof. Fuck.” He mentally cursed every single god he could think for this place’s lack of celestial bronze. Even if they had their weapons, would the monster evaporate? If they were technically in Tartarus, there was nowhere for the monsters to evaporate to.

“I see Tartarus. Basically the Greek pits of hell. It’s where monsters go when you poof them. Went there with Annabeth once. Wasn’t supposed to survive. Almost didn’t. Not fun. You?”

“I wonder how effective Jack would be against Greek monsters...” He mumbled, mostly to himself as he crouched down. His stupid trash can shield was dented beyond use, but maybe he could use it to hurl at one of the monsters. 

He felt a pang of pity for his cousin and Percy, hearing that they basically went to Greek Monster Hell. He might have seen some terrible things, and died daily, but surviving that place?

“It’s weird. It keeps... glitching for me. Like,” He faltered for words, wishing he had some of that magical mead to help him be more wordy. “I see the island, totally normal. Then it looks like a bad glitch animation and then I see a city in ruins. Empty, like Doomsday came and went and all that’s left is demolished buildings, places on fire, some stuff is frozen over. Oh, and I hear wolves. So that’s fun.”

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Of course the monsters were dangerous. But he didn’t understand why they would attack a seemingly random mortal. He couldn’t believe that this guy was just walking around with that, completely uncovered. 

“I can heal some of it, if you want. But first, we should rinse that off with some water.” He always waited for permission to heal people.

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“Ugh…. Owie, I got a boo boo.”

‘Boo boo’ is an understatement. He got too close-quarters with one of those weird monsters, and ended up with a massive wound on his leg. It was probably lucky that he managed to escape- let alone be able to walk.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad.” Uh, how? “… I should probably find a way to wrap it up… and find a coat.”

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Magnus’ life was usually full of weird things. Talking swords, talking seagulls, friends who can turn into animals, things like that. So hearing that there were monsters he couldn’t see didn’t really phase him. It made him nervous, of course, but he immediately trusted the man who was reaching out to him.

“Thanks.” He grabbed for his hand, hoping this wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. 

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✧*:･ﾟ| A stranger, the younger male may be, but NONETHELESS, Siebren’s heart bleeds for him. A chance to do something in this apocalypse, to change a life FOR THE BETTER. ❝I SEE them,❞ he whines to the youth, clinging tight to an overhanging railing ( which creaks ; slips beneath his feet ) and a weight pushes against the edge — but don’t worry, it would be IMPOSSIBLE for him to fall! Grimacing lips as he reaches out for the youth, grey-lilac eyes darting between creeping monsters lurking in the distance. ❝You CANNOT see them, but I can. Quick, take my hand.❞

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((im not gonna put em on hiatus yet, but i might go through and drop threads. i wont be keeping up with the dash for a few days, so if theres anything you guys think is important, just @ me and ill see it. im hoping to get the two starters i owe on jon out when i can. ill let you know if im dropping our thread, tho it might take me a few days to go through everything. im just gonna be severely limiting my interactions on all 3 of my active blogs (leo and magnus too) for an untold amount of time. i dont want to put these guys on hiatus, cause i am having fun, and we have cast mates and we’re getting an apollo and i just… idk. its a mess. its not important why its a mess, the people who need to know why, know. aside from whatever i have in the queue, thisll be the only thing im posting on jon for today. if you guys wanna talk to me, my discord is Heinous Night#4916 and leo’s wire for ic chatting is @ leovaldez . these’ll be the only two places to reach me for the moment, since i wont be answering ims. thank you all for understanding 

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Magnus would argue that wolves were in fact the worst monsters to exist in the known universe, but he was biased. “No I think the monsters are very real. What are you seeing?” He looked in the direction Percy was and frowned. Of course he couldn’t see them, but that just scared him more. He’d heard about some of the Greek monsters from his cousin, so he didn’t like their odds since neither of them had any celestial bronze on them.

“Fuck me if I know what’s going.” Not that he ever really knew what was going on. He was always in a constant state of confusion when dealing with things, and his friends rarely helped enlighten him. “I mean, the Gap is real. It’s a space between the mortal world and the other realms. Like the Mist. So this might be real, but it might not be. Which is confusing. And not helpful. How scary do the monsters look? I don’t like our chances, because I don’t have my talking sword. And you don’t have your sword that my sword was obsessed with.”

He forced back a snarl at Percy dragging him along. Gods did he hate being handled without a warning. Usually it was cops or people trying to hug him, and occasionally mug him, but even without bad experiences, he just never liked touching. “What are we using for hiding, because there’s nothing here for miles except some worn torn looking buildings.”

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Oh good, Percy’s brain was back online. He sighed with relief and helped him stand. “It’s like, what did Annabeth say was the Greek equivalent of the Gap? Mist? We’re seeing two completely different things. Whatever you’re seeing, I’m not. It’s… real. But not.” He knew it didn’t make a lick of sense, but it was as best as he could understand it.

He looked around too, hearing another wolf and tried to keep his knees from knocking together. “I would really like to not be eaten by wolves so let’s look for a hiding spot. Then I’ll see what I can maybe heal.” He wished he had Jack right about now. 

“I don’t know what’s going on exactly, I’ve been looking for people who are more experienced and might know more, but I haven’t had much luck. Can You walk?”

Percy frowned. He hated the Mist. Wolves he didn’t mind, but he understood that Norse wolves were a little more harbinger-ey than Roman ones. It was nice to know he wasn’t actually in Tartarus at least (although he wished it didn’t feel so much like Tartarus). 

“Yeah, I should be ok for now, although I’d like to know what in Hades is going on. You said something about wolves. Are we all seeing different places?” He figured that was the best explanation because, as far as he knew, Tartarus didn’t have wolves. The absolute worst monsters in the known Greek universe, yes. Wolves, no. Go figure.

He scanned their surroundings again. If Tartarus taught him anything, it was to always watch your 6. He almost had a heart attack when he saw a group of monsters in the distance who were rapidly approaching their location. “Hey so if what I’m seeing isn’t real does that mean the monsters aren’t either? Because if the monsters are real we need to move now.” Percy didn’t wait for Magnus to answer and grabbed his hand to run towards the nearest shelter: a probably too-convenient group of rocks by the river. Ugh. What was it with Tartarus and all the rocks anyway?

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“I mean, Norse gods are pretty terrible to each other. But they weren’t as bad as Greek gods, since they didn’t seem to go out of their way to actively ruin mortals lives.”

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He made sure to only grab Siren by the sleeve and pulled them along, his stomach in knots over the sound of wolves. He hated wolves. Why was it always wolves?? Though the whispering made him jump out his skin and he barely stifled a scream. 

“ That would be great. “ He sighed once he had taken a moment to catch his breath, then held his hand out for the notepad. He knew almost nothing of the city, but he did know about magic and how to trick the brain. Though normally, the Gap only effected mortals. The last time he’d been on the island hadn’t been long enough to learn anything about it, which he now regretted.

He spotted a run down looking building not too far away and started pulling them along again, sprinting towards it. Not an ideal place to hide in, but at least from a higher place, he could spot any wolves that might try to sneak up on him.

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He heard another howl and recoiled, pulling out his trash can shield and holding it out nervously. They were still further away, but they were getting close. He wanted to cry and run, but he wouldn’t just leave this person.

Turning back towards them, he nodded briefly. “I can hear you.” Then he pointed to his own wrist, and then at Siren, miming that he wanted to grab his wrist. He hated touching people but with the city shifting between the island and Midgard, he didn’t want to loose track of them.

“Too long to explain, I need paper or whiteboard.“ He hated whiteboards especially after vising Alfheim and dealing with all those stuck up rich elves, and Hearth’s dad. His expression changed from cowering to angry for a moment, dark grey eyes hardening. 

siren hated being touched just as much, if not more. but they know they aren’t in any capacity to complain. grateful that their words can reach anyone’s ears, they decide to at least stay quiet for now. they can take the hint that it’s hardly an appropriate time to start blathering about how sad it is that they can’t hear the melodious sound of their own voice.

they usually speak in a sing-song way, but the dire state of things leaves their rhythm more calculated. focused on getting out what they need as quickly and clearly as possible. siren’s free hand digs in their pocket when magnus suggests having something to write with. the lyrics written in his notepad are messy and personal, but at least the last half of the book is blank.

siren flips slowly with their thumb, choosing to trust and let magnus take the reigns on their path for now. such lyrics that they usually find soothing are only further stressing them out, as they fear they’ll never get the chance to hear how they sound or truly create a tune for them. they take a deep breath, biting back the tears that always seemed to come so easily.

“ i have a pen and notepad if you need it. ” they whisper into his ear.

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Oh good, Percy’s brain was back online. He sighed with relief and helped him stand. “It’s like, what did Annabeth say was the Greek equivalent of the Gap? Mist? We’re seeing two completely different things. Whatever you’re seeing, I’m not. It’s... real. But not.” He knew it didn’t make a lick of sense, but it was as best as he could understand it.

He looked around too, hearing another wolf and tried to keep his knees from knocking together. “I would really like to not be eaten by wolves so let’s look for a hiding spot. Then I’ll see what I can maybe heal.” He wished he had Jack right about now. 

“I don’t know what’s going on exactly, I’ve been looking for people who are more experienced and might know more, but I haven’t had much luck. Can You walk?”

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“Gotcha.” He picked Percy up, a struggle because his warrior strength was gone, and dragged him to where he had pointed. He couldn’t see a river, but if he could get Percy close to it, he hoped Percy would be able to get it for himself. 

“Can I heal you while you drink?” He couldn’t fix Percy’s PTSD but he could hopefully soothe some of the symptoms. Why wasn’t the city changing back for him?? It kept glitching out into different worlds, like if the World Tree had broken down and suddenly all the worlds were crashing into each other. Or if a computer game broke and you suddenly found yourself at the next level early.

Swallowing the….liquid (calling it water would be an insult to water) of the Phlegethon was just as disgusting as he remembered. Thankfully it helped Percy manage that pesky dying feeling. 

For a brief moment as Percy felt better, he saw regular old Isola, before the whole Tartarus business started. Then the world seemed to glitch out (weird) and went back to the steaming hell-pit. At least he could get up (painfully) and look around without his head spinning. He looked at the familiar blonde figure and immediately felt like an idiot. He should’ve figured it wasn’t Annabeth earlier. Then he felt very confused.

“Magnus? What are you doing- what am I doing- something is very wrong here.” He scanned the surroundings for immediate threats. None so far, but given that it was Tartarus (maybe?) he figured it wouldn’t be long until some monsters smelled their tasty demigod smell. If Magus, a Norse demigod, was in the Greek Tartarus, something super bad was going on. And him without Riptide, of course.  He reached for the regular steel sword Leo forged for him. “No monster attacks here” his butt.

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“Gotcha.” He picked Percy up, a struggle because his warrior strength was gone, and dragged him to where he had pointed. He couldn’t see a river, but if he could get Percy close to it, he hoped Percy would be able to get it for himself. 

“Can I heal you while you drink?” He couldn’t fix Percy’s PTSD but he could hopefully soothe some of the symptoms. Why wasn’t the city changing back for him?? It kept glitching out into different worlds, like if the World Tree had broken down and suddenly all the worlds were crashing into each other. Or if a computer game broke and you suddenly found yourself at the next level early.

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“Oh thank the gods! You’re alive! Percy, you gotta talk to me ok? What do you see??” He was leaning over him, still keeping his hands to himself as he scanned him for injuries. “I need your ok to heal you, whatever’s messed up. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can find out once I know you’re safe. Annabeth would kill me if I let you die.” 

He was grateful for his short hair, since he wouldn’t have to pin it out of his face to see Percy. He couldn’t see any physical injuries, so maybe it was his mind?? Annabeth had told him a lot of what she’d been up to in the Greek Gods half of the world, but he didn’t know everything. He wracked his brain trying to remember what the Phlegethon was. All he could think of was a river. 

Wait. The city. Mangus brought his hands up to his head and tried to think. It was a lot. A lot was going on. But one minute, everything seemed just fine!

“It’s a river right??” Maybe he could trick Percy’s delusional brain into thinking it was where it needed to be. “Can you direct me to it? I’ll carry you, right after I heal you.”

Healing sounded nice. It also wasn’t a thing Annabeth could do. But now wasn’t the time to worry about things making sense.

Percy managed to sit up slowly, ignoring the excruciating pain, and looked around for the flaming river. He would be able to figure everything out a lot better once he ingested some of that disgusting fire-water and cleared his head. Finally, he spotted it.

“Over-aaaaaagh.” Right, no talking. Talking bad. Percy pointed in the direction of the river Phegethon, hoping that Annabeth - maybe not Annabeth? got the message. Vaguely, Percy wondered how Annabeth or whoever this was could still be standing if they hadn’t gotten to the Phlegethon. Another thing for Not-Dying Percy to work out because Dying Percy was a little busy at the moment.