So about that cut thread:
In the book, Percy sees the Fates cut a thread early on, and is scared because this means that someone is going to die. In the show we have Annabeth seeing it instead, a bit later in the season, but absolutely sharing the fear that book Percy felt.
However, we know that it didn't mean that one of them was going to die during the quest. In the Last Olympian, it is confirmed that the thread that was cut so early on in the series, was about Luke sacrificing himself to kill Kronos. Luke! The cut thread was never about Percy or Annabeth or Grover. It was about Luke at the very end of the series!
With that in mind, it makes so much more sense for Annabeth to see the Fates instead of Percy! After all, she is so much closer to Luke than Percy is. Now Annabeth is going to be fearing for Percy's or her own death for literal YEARS, until she is finally going to find out that it was about her oldest friend, her big brother, LUKE, all along!
Man they really want to make us hurt
(also yay, they're not only hoping for the full five seasons, they're also decently planting shit for it!!!!)
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Cecilia
Sounds are powerful. That goes without saying- the most severe (?) sounds you'll find your average sentient species making are soft clicks/rumbles. Most languages developed through touch, or something like sign language. The species that can make noise don't have much control over their pitch. They don't need to. Others "hear" with specialized pads, designed to pick up the slightest vibration... (Don't ever touch them, you hear?) Anyway-
You know how the human voice can literally break glass? Yeah, so do the higher-ups in any organization that knows what they're doing. In the Rhusngi's Immigration fleet, crews are chosen through a complex AI system. Applications take Jovian aeons to process- But this ain't Rhusngi Immigration.
There's no one name for what we are. A bunch of idiots, taking random jobs here and there- wait, what? No, we're not- We just do deliveries! *unintelligible alien muttering* Sure, it can be dangerous, but we're not stupid. Our crews communicate, for Dsheng's sake.
I understand your concern- Ship 7 does have a more, er, potent blend of species... they balance each other out- The two humans? Hhhhhhharmless. *xe hisses, frustrated.*
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"Aaaaaalright, Bumblebees! Another day, another dollar! Everybody, up, up, up!"
Kit's voice crackled with enthusiasm and static. It reverberated through the black-and-yellow ship, signaling the start of another shift. Most of us had been on board for "decades"- that's what Faizan says, at least. We've gotten used to each other by now, what with all of us being so... different.
It's been a few months since we picked up Kit and, erm... There have been some difficulties, sure, but yeah. It's made us closer, if anything. -Besides, now it's even. Seventh ship, seven crew members! Faizan chimes in, startling the mantis-like being. She promptly donks him upside the head with one blade-like arm.
He chuckles, then looks her in the eye- or tries to. "We just got some new cargo. Needs scanning." He holds a small device up to his mouth and speaks into it, making a series of clicks. He presses a button, adding- "Kit, you too- be at the loading deck in 5."
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Pretty soon, most of the crew joined Needih (insectoid), Faizan (human), and the new cargo. Kit (also human) was late- as per usual. But eh, she's on time when it really matters...
The cargo wasn't particularly large today, nor moving- thank God. "...And it's our turn to scan it in, got it?" Faizan lectured the younger human as he carried a box across the room. The two got to work, moving packages from the hatch as the rest of the crew chattered away.
Kit laughed when he stopped talking-
"You know you're breaking my heart..."
Faizan stopped in his tracks, a smirk on his face.
"You're shaking my confidence, daily." He replied.
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He didn't know what he expected- The song was old. Really old. And Kit had never even set foot on Earth...
Kit started tapping the side of the box and stomped to a rhythm Faizan hadn't heard in forever-
"...'Celia... you're breaking my heart..."
Faizan's eyes lit up. Of course Kit sang the higher part, and of course he knew the lower one.
"You're shaking my confidence daily!"
Needih was in awe. She felt her shell shake with the vibration- it was impossible to describe. Sometimes, on her home planet, wilder sounds would align- but that was incredibly rare. Almost mythical. The crew all "heard" in different ways. We're lucky 'cause they're similar enough to communicate...
"... I'm beggin' you please to come home!"
Jaws dropped. Scrounge and Sdaer put down their drinks, eyes wide. Scrounge let out a deep rumble and tilted his ursine head. Faizan rolled his eyes and kept singing- the crew had never seen him like this...
The two humans sang like nobody else was in the room. They felt a sense of belonging, of harmony, like nothing else in the universe.
For the first time in years, Faizan dropped the package. He and Kit tapped out a beat on every available surface- the walls, the floor, even the boxes. And they laughed. It scared the hell out of the rest of the crew, who were too stunned to do anything but stare.
Goodness knows how Kit was able to sense Faizan's movements before they happened- and vice versa. Sure, they both missed a beat here and there but what did you expect? They're only human.
"Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" He exclaimed, conveniently skipping to the good part. Kit grinned.
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"God, I haven't sang in years..." Faizan paused and looked around the room. The crew was just. In shock.
"To, skh..." Sdaer struggled with the English. "To quote you, what the fUCK was THAT?"
"That was harmony." Kit said with a smile. And the humans just? Got back to work? Kit hummed softly, and Faizan smiled (without baring his teeth, to be polite- as if he and the newbie didn't just break goodness-knows-how-many-galaxies' regulations).
"How do you know Simon & Garfunkel, anyway?" the captain asked.
Kit looked down at the box they were holding. "...Does it matter?"
"No. No, it doesn't."
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A new world
A new world,familiar in its own right. That’s where you are. You know this place,don’t you? You know this deep forest,don’t you? You know these sounds and sights.
You do. But why can’t you remember? And why does it all feel so…different?
Exploring your surroundings is your only real option. So you do. You walk and walk and walk until your feet ache and you’re sweating a bit from all the movement. But you don’t stop. Slowly,this place comes back to you. Slowly,you remember.
Until you come across an odd scene,one that doesn’t feel familiar at all,even in the deep recesses of your memory.
On the forest floor,laid falling off the top of a large protruding root, there’s a book,laid upside-down. Picking it up shows you a page with roughly scribbled text in smudged black ink. It’s barely readable,but you can make out what it says at least,so you begin to read.
“xx-xx-???
We’re going to have to leave Sumeru soon. The forests can only keep me and her safe for so long,and I think she’s starting to catch on to my worry. She knows a little,but not a lot,and I'd like to keep it that way.
Even if just for her sake.
Regardless,the virus is spreading fast,and leaving sumeru might be our only option for safety. The forest is starting to become affected by the virus,and It’s starting to become infectious. I’m going to take her to leave tonight. Maybe we head to Liyue,or maybe we head to Mondstadt. Whatever we do,we cannot stay here.
I miss (there’s a smudge here,blocking out a large piece of text. It seems like water dropped on the paper) …but I can handle this alone,I hope. It’s just me and (another smudge. The name is illegible.) against the world now. “
There’s no name at the bottom,but there is a small,hastily scribbled note,as if left as an afterthought.
“I’m not sure who I’m writing this for,but if you read this,you must leave Sumeru. It’s not safe. Run. As fast as you can.”
The panic is evident in the writer's handwriting. But the question lies for you, what happened here? Where do you go?
And why…why is everything so quiet?
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