"Is he going to be okay?" Thalia asked him.
"He'll be fine," Percy assured her, "he's just exhausted that's all. Michael, what happened?" Percy asked turning to Michael.
"I don't know," the son of Apollo hung his head down in shame, "he was fine and talking and one second later he was on the ground."
"Was he drinking something?" Thalia asked.
Michael blinked, "yeah… yeah, he was. A drink, something really fruity."
"A pink Starburst cocktail," Ed muttered as he picked himself up, "it's my favorite drink."
"The assassin must have known that," Thalia said with narrowed eyes, "were you served by a bald guy?"
Michael and Ed shared a look before they nodded, "ah, yeah. How did you know?"
"Because that was the assassin," Percy grumbled out, "good catch Thalia."
Thalia nodded when Michael spoke up, "wait, how do you guys know this?"
"Because Percy took him on," Thalia supplied, "but he got away."
Percy grumbled, "I lost sight of him. I was careless."
Beep Beep!
Edward looked down at his watch, "it's time for the auction."
"Can you go through with this?" Michael asked in worry.
"I don't have a choice, I have to."
The demigods left the bathroom and went back to the main room. Everyone saw that Edward was fine and they were able to pass it off as an upset stomach as to not upset to many people, with a little help from the Mist of course. Soon they were moving again and Ed took them to a side room which lead to a set of stairs going three levels up.
"I must warn you guys, where you are about to go is the very height of the Abyss organization," Edwards said before they entered the room, "be careful, and don't piss off anyone," he narrowed his eyes at Percy.
The son of Poseidon grumbled, "I don't piss off everyone I meet."
"Yes you do," all three repeated at once causing Percy to pout in protest.
On the third floor was a smaller meeting room with the center of the room filled with 20 comfortable looking padded seats arrange in a circle. There were around 30 people gathered in the room, including Ed and the party. The rest however were all gathered in the center of the room or standing to the side making sure everything was secure.
"Ah Edward, so glad you are still with us," came a voice, "we were afraid that the assassin had gotten to you."
The voice came out of the group, it belonged to one tall thin man who stood out. He stood at 6 feet tall, with pale white skin and white hair and flew down his shoulders like an aristocrat of old. He wore a silky black tux, a complete opposite to his skin tone and on his face was plenty of smile lines around his blue eyes that showed the man was always in a joyus mood.
Percy was surprised at the man's title;
Joseph Ahasver, The Immortal Wandering Jew
Lv- ?
'Immortal? Just who is this guy?' Percy knew he had to be weary around this man, he was an unknown factor.
"Collector," Edward put on a smile, "so glad to see you. And yes, I am still alive, mostly thanks to my trusty gaurd detail."
"So these the bodyguards you hired Edward?" The Wandering Jew asked in a perfect American accent.
"Yes, they are," Edward said, "the one with blonde hair is Michael, the one with black hair is Percy, and the young woman is Thalia."
Percy noticed Ed didn't give their last names, that said something, these people were considered friendly, and Edward still didn't trust them.
"Ah, named after the great Greek Hero Perseus," The Jew said with a smile, "and I can feel the power radiate off of you, so I believe that you are a Greek demigod, yes?"
Percy nodded, "right in one. Mr…?"
Edward laughed, "yeah don't bother. No one knows his real name. In Abyss he is just know as 'The Collector'. People have been trying to find out who he is for ages, but no luck."
Percy raised an eyebrow, 'really? Hmm, maybe I shouldn't mention the fact that I know who he is.'
"Now now Edward you exaggerate," the immortal said, "I am just a humble worker of the Abyss."
"You run the whole thing Collector," Edward shot back with a playful smile.
"Yes, I suppose I do, but just a little bit," the man gave a hearty laugh that the people gathered around copied.
"And what exactly do you do for the Abyss Mr. Collector?" Percy asked.
"Well like the name implies, I collect things."
"And sell them?"
The immortal nodded, "some yes, others, which I find interesting, I keep for myself."
"Yes Mr Collector here is hosting today's auction," said a preety brunnet by the left of Edward, "in fact he is releasing someone of his prized collections today for purchase. It is one of the reasons so many people have come."
Percy looked at the woman's name;
Dalena Foture, Art Theif
Lv- 23
"Oh how rude of me," the thief said extending her hand, "my name is Dalena Foture."
Percy shook it, "yeah, you're that art thief right?"
The woman looked stunned as Edward turned to control his laughter. She quickly gathered her composure, "I assure you those allegations are nothing but a fantasy."
Percy shrugged, "I don't know. I pretty good with my intuitions and they are telling me you are a thief."
"And how do you know that Mr. Percy?" The Collector asked amused.
"I have the power of an informant," Percy casually replied.
"The power of an informant is nothing but a glorified emotional empath mixed in with a little bit of mana seeing," Dalen shoot back.
"Most yes, but I am special," Percy said, "I can feel things, like the power of a person. For a demigod I can tell who their divine parent is. And for you, someone who is skilled at stealing I can feel you are similar to a child of Hermes."
Lie successful!
Dalen narrowed her eyes, "that is well and good, but can you prove your claim?"
Percy shrugged, "sure."
"Then do so."
"How? I already told you who you are. And if I tell something about Ed you might call me a cheater."
Dalen huffed, "that isn't my problem."
"Do me," a man next to the Collector called out. He was a fiery redhead with large arms and scars all over his bald head. Percy looked at his title;
Harvey Dawson, Soldier
Lv- 30
"You are a soldier," Percy replied causing Harvey to look impressed.
"That is right," the man replied.
"That doesn't prove anything," Dalen said again, "you obviously noticed his scar and his trained body."
Percy sighed when another man spoke up in a french accent, "you may try to guess my profession."
Percy turned to man and saw he was a rough looking individual with barely any hair left on his head and a very big suit. He looked like he barely got any sleep and suffered from many different diseases;
Patrick James, Son of Pestilence
Lv-30
Percy's eyes widened immediately, he couldn't believe it. A son of Pestilence?! What the fuck?! Percy knew about the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, he had seen enough supernatural movies about monster to basically be called an expert. And this guy….this guy's was the son of one of them?!
Percy immediately used Observation on the man;
Patrick James, Son of Pestilence
Lv-30
HP: 1,900/1,900
MP: 3,000/3,000
Race- Demi-devine
Str- 7
Vit-2
Dex-12
Int-72
Wis-81
Luc-10
The son of the entity of Pestilence, Patrick has always been cursed with a weak body, but has strived to increase his mental fortitude. He controls all diseases, but in doing so is effected by them as well. His existence if both a curse and a sign of the end times. He struggles daily with his powers a prays to god to take them away.
Likes: Life, sandwhiches and Marco, his lover.
Dislikes: his powers, his father
Thinks Percy is interesting and what's to see what he can do
He is feeling sick.
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