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[ the way her brows lift up at "Red" is probably telling in some way, and no, it's not her favorite nickname, but whatever. bigger things to take note of- ]

Shit that I could probably manage to get on my own if you're going to be an archimalakas about it.

[ because yes, he's being an absolute chief of assholes right now. yes. that's the best term for it. ]

I'm not asking the world of you, Blondie. Tone down the sass a bit, yeah?

[ luke laughs. ]

[ chief of assholes, cute, rachel. he's been called worse; that he doesn't mind. ]

Whatever you say, Four Eyes.

[ so, that's a no. ]

You didn't answer me. Quel genre de merde parlons-nous?

[ now that luke's no longer guarded, purposefully choosing his words to cut those who come too close to him, he finds himself slipping back into a tongue that belongs to may castellan — and his father, the chief of assholes who can speak any language without having taken a youtube lesson for a week on it. he doesn't even notice. does hermes when he travels to italy and speaks to someone who only knows italian? ]

[ it's one of those Greek curses that's technically a curse, so it's an insult, but is it really? ]

That's- not as clever as you think it is.

[ meaning the "four eyes" nickname, but, her defensiveness is gone almost as quickly as it showed up, even as she sighs ]

Yeah, yeah. Showoff. To answer your original question, and- not whatever you just asked me in French [ who gave him permission to speak French ( if it is French. sounded French! but she's only been to France once ) anyway ] I need some shiny things to make my mask for this big party everybody's talking about. Jewels or gems or- anything. Nothing real, don't take this as a challenge to break into the castle's ..vault [ it so has one ] but the fairies are holding out on me, so that kind of stuff must be valuable to them. Or they're just being cheap, who knows.

Pretty things! I need pretty things.

— What?

[ luke frowns. he didn't speak french. it'd been an absent run of his mouth. but that doesn't particularly matter when she's speaking about another thing she's hear the birds twitter about. ]

Samhain. Scored myself a really hot date for it. [ high-queen solais (▰˘◡˘▰). despite his grin, he cards his hand through his hair. if she'd asked him a month ago, he would've hung up on her the moment she opened her mouth. but now ... they're not exactly family, but she's not asking him to cut off his arm in order to appease a stranger who had tossed a hairbrush that happened to hit him in the eye. ]

... So, you're asking this archimalakas to be your personal shopper.

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What-what? I don't speak French.

[ what a weirdo......... ]

Yeah, that's the one, Samhain. And good for you! So did I. [ her little smile lets the world know she barely resisted adding on "L I T E R A L L Y" ] And- Yeah, I guess so. Sort of. I was thinking of it more as a heist, but whatever you want to call it is fine.

I'll get you a medal.

[ you're the weirdo, weirdo. no one here spoke french! ]

[ despite the fact that he's basically accepted to become her personal shopper without so much as saying yes, rachel elizabeth dare, i accept your quest to be your personal shopper, he's going to go the luke castellan route and make this difficult. what an archimalakas. ]

What do I get out of this heist that's a poorly disguised personal shopper gig?

What? No. Gods. [ the sass is so strong in this one. she's used to Percy's sass, but this is a whole other level ] You asked me a question, but it wasn't in English. So. [ yeah she's hilarious ] Just watch your language, mister.

And- I don't know. I haven't thought about it. What do you want for it?

[ luke just frowns. despite the parental reprimand, luke's going to have to watch his language. he doesn't even remember asking her the question in anything but english. ]

[ he's quiet for a moment as he thinks of what it is a mortal girl could possibly give him. he doesn't really want anything; he has all that he needs — backbiter, george and martha, his life — but what he lacks in are items he hasn't quite recognised he requires just yet. closure for the titan war had come in the words of percy, but even he's a little iffy on believing the son of the sea when it comes to what he had achieved. it's almost way too good to be true. but there's closure for may, for thalia, to annabeth — she's from his future, but he finds he has no questions regarding what he no longer has. ]

[ perhaps he can ask for a rain check. ]

You're seriously the Oracle? You kind of lack the hideously dead complexion.

[ he has to double-check. how else is she to repay him for his services if he can't guarantee she's not a liar? ]

I am seriously the Oracle.

[ this she can handle, having to prove herself in one way or another. it was lucky ( or.. not ) for her that she took on the spirit in front of enough campers for them to spread the word, so it wasn't as if she had to spend much time convincing the demigods of Camp Half-Blood that no really, she knew what she was talking about, and no really, her bad dreams meant a serious quest was afoot - but generally speaking, this isn't the first time she's heard "seriously?" ]

I'd show you my aura, but it's not as impressive over video chat. [ she sounds a little more serious now, though ] Hades' curse was lifted after the conclusion of the war. The Oracle before me was finally able to move on, and I took her place.

[ this is the first time luke's hearing about a hades' curse — frankly, he doesn't care. the oracle means very little to him. there's nothing tying him to the curse, nor even the oracle's spirit herself. what he doesn't know makes him ignorant, from what truly made may castellan lose herself little by little over the course of her life and his to just how much he needs to dislike the god of the dead. he brushes it off, under the rug it goes. it's nice to know the oracle of delphi's current host may be at peace, but luke lacks the story and thus the compassion to really care. ]

[ thanks for the history lesson, rachel. he won't be passing that exam as he tuned out. ]

Right. [ it sounds as though he doesn't believe her, but it's a little difficult to let it sink in and process quickly the oracle up in the attic may be no more. luke castellan is dead and the world continues to spin on. ] So, if you're the Oracle, tell me of my future. [ because it's that simple. ]

[ there comes a little tug in her chest at that direct question, a tell him that she's learned to control by now, but it's still there. being over a video makes it a little easier. still. ]

You know I'm not supposed to do that, hero. [ like she's lecturing one of the campers who just asked for her to tell him the outcome of the next chariot race so he can make an easy drachma. ] But alright, which future do you mean - here, or home? [ because no she doesn't know what he knows and she's not about to dig into that unless he really cares to know ]

[ he bristles at hero. it'd be easier to simply snap at her for it, but luke decides to be the cat and brush it under the already lumpy rug. it's a detour he doesn't want to take when he's trying to get her to prove something he can't grade her against. what does he know about being the oracle? nothing. ]

[ he smiles, but it's not out of mirth. ] You forget? The dead don't have futures, Red. [ at least, not at home. here? he has a future. it's difficult for him to wrap his head around, his second chance panning out better than his first try. ]

Mm. In most cases, sure.

[ nope she's not going to comment on his death, because that would just be rude. ]

I haven't really tried to look into anyone's future here, to be perfectly honest. Fate, it's not the same as it is back in our world. It- feels different. [ her brow furrows up, like she's all too aware of how that sounds ] I still have dreams, but they're not as clear. And I definitely can't read anything over the lockets, so.

[ so he's outta luck, for now ]

[ as for feeling off, luke gets it. without kronos in his head, he feels unbalanced — or perhaps he's finally righted himself, no longer favouring his left over his right as the titan has left the building of luke castellan. he doesn't comment on it; he doesn't want to. finding a common ground with rachel elizabeth dare is not something he wants to pursue. ]

So, you just want me to find pretty things out of the goodness of my heart, then?

[ he hasn't said no, and he has no plans to — it's the most he'll be doing since retrieving the moon. he's bored, but he doesn't like saying yes, sure, either. ]

Yes?

[ cue the biggest smile that has ever been smiled ]

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