#gee rick

'Don't warn him'

He looked to the son of Pluto and the other demigod that was near to him. He ended up not saying what he want.

'No, you said what you wanted'

- Are you certain, Octavian?

The situation didn't feel right.

- Yes, you fool! I will be remembered as the saviour of Rome. Now keep them away while I destroy Gaia!

But if Octavian launch the onager...

- Octavian, don't. - the other greek demigod pleaded - We can't allow you...

- Will - the Pluto ambassador interrupted him - we can't stop him.

Yes, you can. Michael could do that. He just needed to warn Octavian.

'No, the son of Pluto is right. You cannot do anything.'

- That's right, son of Pluto. You are helpless to stop me! It's my destiny! Kahale, stand guard!

- As you wish - Michael imposed himself between Octavian and the two Greeks. He felt like his body moved by his own, like he wasn't controling it.

'This is crazy. How could someone control your body?'

- Centurion, do what you must.

The words sounded fake getting out of his mouth.

- A good friend to the last.

'Yeah, you are a good friend. You are obeying him'

Yeah, Michael was a good friend. He was helping him with his destiny.

- Goodbye, Gaia. Goodbye, Jason Grace the traitor!!

Michael watched Octavial yeel himself to the sky. He weidly felt nothing.

- Goodbye, Octavian.

Somewhere he felt sadness inside him. But the voice in his head was overshadowing everything.

'Now go to the battle'

...

Octavian. He let Octavian kill himself. His friend. His best friend. He just stood there and did nothing. Michael fell in the ground and cried and sobbed and felt hurt like never before.

Richard had always known that 09 still had his original Rick’s portal gun, but had never worried about it before. It was a point of stability and much needed safety for the boy and he’d never had any reason to mention it.

Now though the kid has disappeared from the house, and the smell of ozone in the kitchen isn’t a good sign.

Deciding to check the most obvious places first he makes a portal to the citadel, hopping through and with what little faith he has in his voice’s ability to carry, calls,

He’s done the routine a hundred times and there are always at least two or three guards who want to get all buddy buddy with him (rarely Mortys, surprisingly enough) because they think it’ll get them brownie points.

He sits down at a table during the first of his breaks and watches the other guards grumpily. Usually his lunches are at a different time, or at least in a different room, from the other guards.

Not today apparently.

Someone is definitely going to try talking to him.

Richard hasn’t been assigned to much other than guard unit fitness tests since basically the moment he lost his hearing two years ago. The job’s an easy one, and his supervisor’s felt it was suitable for him while he recovered.

He has recovered though, and they seem unsympathetic to the fact that he chooses not to wear a hearing device, and as of such have decided it’s time they kick him out of the nest again.

He has a new supervisor, a new unit, and presumably, a new mission...and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared shitless.

He may not be able to hear the thunder rumbling, but he can feel it, beneath his feet and in his bones. He looks up when he sees the flash, standing still as the downpour starts.

These two are like the lamest friends ever it’s so cute 

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