03 [ This is definitely the weirdest quest she's been on, and she's been on quite a few. For one thing, the Mist is supposed to trick mortals into thinking her electrified spear is something stupid and harmless—a pool cue or a baseball bat or whatever—but she hears several people comment on it as she passes by. It's a good thing she's not decked out in full battle armor or she's pretty sure the cops would be trailing her by now.
Well, whatever. It's not like she can't handle herself even if the Mist is screwing up. She's the daughter of the war god, after all, and she's pretty sure there's not a monster that exists that isn't scared of her.
Unfortunately, the elementary school-aged kids in town didn't get the memo, and Clarisse finds herself surrounded by a very enthusiastic group of them, her scowl deepening with every question they ask: "Hey, can I get your autograph?" "Will you take a picture with me?" "Can I hold your spear?"
The last question proves to be too much for her, and she barks out a shocked and incredulous laugh. ]
Wh—no, you can't hold it!
05 [ Okay, so being stopped on the street is weird, but being treated like a superhero is actually pretty nice. And it's not impossible for mortals to have heard of her. After all, that loser Percy Jackson hangs out with enough of them. Maybe one of them talked Clarisse up. It's about time people started paying the drakon slayer the respect she so clearly deserves.
She enters a bustling local coffeeshop and scowls at the long line. This is going to take forever, and she doesn't have that kind of time. She stomps the butt of her spear on the floor three times, making the customers turn to stare, before announcing loudly: ]
Out of my way, mortals! I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, want a pumpkin spice latte, and I don't wait in line.
Clarisse La Rue | PJO
[ This is definitely the weirdest quest she's been on, and she's been on quite a few. For one thing, the Mist is supposed to trick mortals into thinking her electrified spear is something stupid and harmless—a pool cue or a baseball bat or whatever—but she hears several people comment on it as she passes by. It's a good thing she's not decked out in full battle armor or she's pretty sure the cops would be trailing her by now.
Well, whatever. It's not like she can't handle herself even if the Mist is screwing up. She's the daughter of the war god, after all, and she's pretty sure there's not a monster that exists that isn't scared of her.
Unfortunately, the elementary school-aged kids in town didn't get the memo, and Clarisse finds herself surrounded by a very enthusiastic group of them, her scowl deepening with every question they ask: "Hey, can I get your autograph?" "Will you take a picture with me?" "Can I hold your spear?"
The last question proves to be too much for her, and she barks out a shocked and incredulous laugh. ]
Wh—no, you can't hold it!
05
[ Okay, so being stopped on the street is weird, but being treated like a superhero is actually pretty nice. And it's not impossible for mortals to have heard of her. After all, that loser Percy Jackson hangs out with enough of them. Maybe one of them talked Clarisse up. It's about time people started paying the drakon slayer the respect she so clearly deserves.
She enters a bustling local coffeeshop and scowls at the long line. This is going to take forever, and she doesn't have that kind of time. She stomps the butt of her spear on the floor three times, making the customers turn to stare, before announcing loudly: ]
Out of my way, mortals! I, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, want a pumpkin spice latte, and I don't wait in line.