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Hi omg I love the horse and gun fic it is so well written!! I just got a little confused on the part where Piper tells Percy about Jason. This probably comes from my lack of knowledge on US History, but does she not like the fact that jason was a soldier or?
So at the time the fic is taking place the US government has legalized the genocide of native Americans and is actively committing humanitarian atrocities against them. The US Cavalry, which Jason was a part of, at the forefront of that. So no. She's not a fan
The Herald and the Guide[OneintheDells][SlateofArgent]
It was true, that the city was one hundred percent different from what he was used to. Thousands of people, and places, and things, all hurtling back and forth at a breakneck pace. Fants-people like him, non-humans -were few and far between and most humans he came across were curt at best and threatening at worse. All in all, the Wide World was not as advertised, and he was slowly coming to question if coming here had been a good idea.
But it did have it's upsides.
Slate came through his apartment door with a sigh of relief, shucking off the messenger bag of references and stripping slightly more carefully out of his fancy blazer and shirt. That on a hanger, he shrugged a more comfortable t-shirt on with one hand while fumbling for a broom situated by the door with the other. He thumped the ceiling a few times with the blunt end, pausing with an arm in the wrong hole of the t-shirt until a responding knock sounded. Only then did he finish dressing, moving over to the glass doors and letting the bat in as she dropped down onto the balcony from above.
"Hope you're having a better day than mine," he said tonelessly, heading for the kitchen and immediately getting started on coffee. "That's job numbers twelve through fifteen I apparently don't have the skills and or education for. I can't even blame it on them being human anymore, one of those was an all-fant restaurant." As soon as the kettle boiled he had two cups ready, sliding one across the counter to the bat as he finally let himself rest against the surface with a moan of relief.
