It was warm enough to head to the beach but Percy wasn't feeling like walking all the way into town today. He still wanted to be in the water but the beach meant sand in his shoes and salt water in his eyes. Of course, chlorine wasn't much better but it was closer.

So, Percy took himself down to the pool and, after stripping down to his swimsuit, jumped in. He did a few lazy laps, just enjoying how being in the water immediately made him feel stronger and more at home. After those laps, he let himself sink down to the bottom of the pool.

And that's where he was now, just sitting cross legged on the bottom of the pool, having no problems with that whole breathing thing.

Son of Poseidon and all.

[Open, sure]

The practice dummy made a poor substitute for what he really wanted to be stabbing, to be honest. What he really wanted to be stabbing lived three floors up and had completely turned his back on everything Percy thought he'd face down and get through. He'd put his faith and his belief in the wrong person and it had backfired.

It was his fault. With a violent swing of the sword, Percy buried the blade in the side of the dummy's neck. He pulled it out and stepped back, falling into a fighting stance. Last night, he'd thought about going home for awhile and trying to find and end this with his Luke quick. There weren't any differences between the two Luke's in his head now. That's what he was forcing himself to believe, at least.

Percy kept swinging and slicing and stabbing, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his brow away with a swipe of his hand. He kept ripping the dummy apart and knew his focus was lost. If this had been a real opponent, he'd have been dead but it wasn't so he was still alive.

It'd be a miracle if he stayed that way before this summer finished. He already wanted to kill someone that lived across the hall and he knew that wouldn't be taken lightly.

[Salle is open, boy is tetchy]

It felt like it'd been awhile since Percy had been the salle. He'd come down maybe once or twice during the break weeks but other than that, he'd taken those weeks to just relax and enjoy not having any responsibilities. Now, with classes back in session, he'd forced himself to get back into the habit of training. He really didn't need Luke poking at his stomach and telling him he was getting soft. That'd just result in Luke's unfortunate death via drowning.

So, he was working himself up to a sweat today. The poor practice dummy was the unfortunate victim and Percy felt about as good as ever with Riptide in his hands. In his mind, he let his thoughts wander. He saw the labyrinth and Luke's ship. He saw Pan dying and Grover's grief. He remembered Bianca sacrificing herself and the anger Nico directed at him after that. He could see Annabeth and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sniping at each other and he could remember the utter devastation when his mother had been snatched by Hades. It seemed like so long ago but it wasn't.

And Percy knew it wasn't over. He drove the sword viciously into the dummy and left it there with only the hilt exposed. He wiped his brow and stretched tense muscles. Well. He'd be feeling this tomorrow.

[Open salle, open post]

Getting to the salle had been an ordeal today. Percy had found himself having to dodge little flying men that kept trying to shoot arrows at him. They were small enough and he was quick enough to dodge each shot but they were persistent little dudes.

Eventually, Percy had used Riptide to fend them off and keep them away from the salle so he could train in peace. That didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the door and windows in case they wandered in and tried to shoot him in the ass while he was slicing up a practice dummy with Riptide.

That'd just be embarrassing. He'd had one person profess love to him last Sunday and he'd actually liked that one. He didn't need to end up declaring love for a practice dummy. Having the radio broadcast that would just be awful.

[Open place, open post]