I was born a child of Rome but grew to be a child of the gods. I was crafted to be the champion of Juno but rose up to be a hero of Olympus. Now, I will create my own path. I will keep my promise to represent all the gods and to protect their children, or I will die trying.
Independent Jason Grace
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of Olympus Series
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repairboyvaldez:

filiusxregis

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      “ Dude! You should totally let me borrow
         your glasses for a day - no, no, no wait!
         Just hear me out! Like what if I could
         make them really high tech? Like, x-ray
         vision, actually scratch that part, I think the
         girls would murder me… But maybe lasers
         shooting out of them?? Like that one dude
         in X-men! 

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           "Calm down Leo,“ he laughed, putting his hands up as if to tell the other demigod ‘whoa, slow down there.’ "Lasers would cool, but I’m still trying to get used to the things as they are right now. I don’t want to accidentally fry someone who walks into my room. And for the x-ray vision… Yeah the girls would murder us.” Jason shook his head. “But they’re not all that they’re cracked up to be. Seeing is great, don’t get me wrong, but they’re just glasses.”

immunetocuteseals:

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               foot drags against the wooden floorboards, steadying herself
               for the small wave that hit the argo ii’s hull the next moment.

                                   jason grace are you saying you don’t want to train with a ɢɪʀʟ

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            He wasn’t saying that he didn’t want to train with a girl; it was more that he didn’t want to train with her.

           "I’m saying that maybe we should save our strength for another venti attack?“ 

pyrokxnetic:

    “Then you’re gonna be standin’ there a long, long time.” Leo murmured, pulling some wires out of his tool belt and fiddling with them. He couldn’t look Jason in the eye, couldn’t stand the anger and resentment he saw there.

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He didn’t understand why Jason didn’t just give up on it; why he had to keep the argument going. He just wanted to curl up in a ball in the engine room and listen to Festus’s creaks of “it’s okay.”

          “I have time.” He didn’t really have time, but he had enough for the moment to work through this. How hard was it for Leo to just tell him? Why couldn’t he just answer the question so they could both move on?

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           But when he looked at himself and his actions Jason knew he didn’t have any right to talk. He was standing there being stubborn, not caving to the demands of his friend. After a long sigh he spoke again, “Just..talk to me please. Just tell me why.”

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