luke castellan is better than the postal service (wingedconverse) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-03-01 00:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | luke castellan |
Who: Luke Castellan
When: March 1, 2011
Where: Lawrence, Kansas
What: Luke arrives in Kansas and almost punches a dog.
Rating: PG-13
The first thing he felt upon awareness was the cold, slimey sensation of something licking his face. It was enough to jolt anyone out of unconsciousness and Luke did it in a spectacular fashion. Rather than just scrambling away from the sensation, he yelped in an undignified way and blindly punched at whatever it was. Luckily, his aim was too wide and the whine of a dog reached his ears as it ran away from him, scared but unhurt.
His heart slowed down from the sudden rush of adrenaline that had shot through his system at his assumption that a monster was trying to eat him. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, Luke took in his surroundings and the serious lack of Underworld décor. And Percy was nowhere to be seen, so he wasn't on Olympus either. It left him baffled, as he took in the sight of a dark street alley. Other than himself and the quickly retreating dog he had almost punched, he didn't see anyone else around.
"What the fuck?" He asked himself, his hand going for his left arm and feeling his Achilles' heel. It was unmarred, showing no sign of where he had stabbed himself. "What the actual fuck?" Luke asked again, before heaving himself off the cold street and dusting off the dirt clinging to him. He was still dressed in Kronus' armor and found his Celestial knife tucked in at his waist. He almost tried to summon Backbitter to see if he could, before quickly deciding against it for a lot of resaons, one of which was, 'I will never be Kronus' slave again.'
After taking stock of what he had on him, he set off down the alley, having no choice but to walk around in his Greek armour. Hopefully this place was New York, where no one would bat an eyelash at this getup.