So Rick did this and I love it, Percy is so loved.
But look at Nico's gift.
Tartarus=hell
Hellfire clubs design is very similar
Plus, Nico was very obsessed with Mythomagic right? And Mythomagic seems pretty similar to Dnd.
So where would he get inspiration for a club from?
A show based around Dnd
And Rick said Percy and his world exists in its own separate timeline
Does this mean they can watch Stranger Things?
Yes.
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Russian Roulette
Or, What Happens When The Bad Guys Devise A Test For The Precognitive They’ve Captured
Content Warnings: forced participation in a game of Russian roulette; graphic description of self-inflicted gunshot wound
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Travers looms over the table, and his grin is bright and keen and cruel.
"The game," he says, "Is Russian roulette."
He slams a handgun down on the centre of the table.
The other three people jerk backwards away from it. Ethos remains motionless, staring at the sleek shiny ugly gun.
"For those not up with the classics," Travers says, "This is a six-shot revolver. There's only one bullet in it. Each of you aim the gun at your own head and pull the trigger. The winners are those left at the end of the game. The loser, well..."
The grin widens, fervent and sick and deranged. His eyes range over the three other prisoners and come to rest on Ethos.
"Be helpful if you could see the future."
The others glance at him, varying degrees of curiosity. Each of their futures is so short it's impossible to tell just by length which one of them is the victim. It could be him. He'd never know.
"So, then." Travers is enjoying this immensely, resting a hand on the back of the twitchy man and the woman's chair, leaning down to beam into their faces. "Who wants to go first?"
A rustling around the table. Ethos flicks frantically through the futures and sees the once-muscled man consider throwing a punch. That ends his life almost immediately. Twitchy wants to get up and run and just see how far he will make it. He won't make it far.
"Well?" Travers prompts. Threatens.
The woman reaches forward, her fingers shaking. She draws the gun towards her, the scrape of metal across the wooden tabletop unbearably loud in the sudden hush of the room.
She's uncomfortable with the gun, beyond the threat it poses to her life; unfamiliar, might be a better word, though even Ethos has seen enough movies to know how this goes. She wraps her palm around the grip and lets her forefinger rest on top of the trigger. Hefts it upwards as twin tears bleed out of the corner of her eyes and make long shimmering tracks down her cheeks.
She places it just in front of her ear. The room is filled with the anticipatory silence of a single held breath.
The woman sobs. It crackles through the air like lightning, and she pulls the trigger.
The gun clicks and she practically flings it away from her. It skids across the table and skitters to a halt directly in front of Ethos.
"Now, we do have rules to follow." Travers reaches over Twitchy, making him flinch, sliding the gun into the spot in front of him. "Around the circle to the left."
Twitchy is shaking all over, and the jerky movements he makes as he lifts his hand seem to match the frantic hammering of Ethos's pulse. He keeps his finger straight, not curled around the trigger, as he raises the gun to his head. A single breath, not long enough for the anticipation to take hold, before he shifts his finger and pulls the trigger.
Another click. Twitchy places the gun back onto the table with almost reverent care.
Travers grins as he slides it over to Ethos.
It's impossible to tell what's going to happen, now, his own future a total blank. Ethos skims his fingers over the metal and wood of the gun. He's never fired one before. Never had a desire to. Doesn't have the desire to now.
There's not a lot of other options. He knows they'll kill him if he refuses.
It's heavier than he expected. The effort the woman appeared to put in makes more sense as he shifts his fingers around the grip, keeping his finger straight like Twitchy did. He doesn't want to squeeze the trigger accidentally, doesn't want to ruin his one chance. The whole gun is warm, and Ethos wonders if it's been fired recently. If it's just warm because wherever Travers kept it had to be close to his body. Whether it's Travers's personal weapon, whether he gets some sick sense of satisfaction or gratification out of watching it be used to slaughter the innocent.
He wonders if any of them sitting here are truly innocent, and he presses the barrel to his temple and pulls the trigger.
The resultant click is like water rushing through his muscles, and his hand falls heavily to the table, fingers still wrapped around the gun. It takes until Travers moves for him to find the strength to release it, and then he shoves it away from him quickly, violently, disgust roiling sickening and hot in his stomach.
Once-Muscled stares down at the gun, his jaw working, eyebrows twisted together enough they almost merge into one. His hand doesn't shake as he reaches for it. His grip doesn't hesitate as he lifts it, left-handed, to his head. His jaw doesn't have time to unclench when the bullet explodes from the chamber and shreds half his skull.
Blood and brain and shards of skull shower Ethos and he'd jump from the sensation, if he wasn't so preoccupied with the fucking explosion ringing in his ears, the sound of the gunshot magnified what feels like one thousand, echoing rancid and final around his skull, and when he licks his lips he tastes the iron tang of blood not his own and his stomach wrenches, twists and tries to empty itself of everything that's not in it, and Travers is grinning wider than ever and speaking even though Ethos can't hear it over the piercing whine drilling into his ears and--
"Well?" Travers prompts. Threatens.
Ethos reaches across the table. Wraps his fingers around the gun. Lifts it, heavy and violent and warm, to his temple. Curls his finger around the trigger and pulls it three times in quick succession.
Jerks it away from his head and sights down the barrel towards Travers's skull.
"I'll show you the future," he says, and pulls the trigger for the fourth time.
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