RIORDANVERSE • The Winter of Winters (Apocalypse AU)

[soloflight]

It has begun.

The Norse call it Fimbulvetr. The final winter, the winter of winters. A winter unlike any other the world has seen, lasting as long as three normal winters with no summers in between. Biting winds, snow from all directions, the earth plunged into unprecedented cold. And mankind will become so desperate for food and survival that all laws and morals will fall away.

Yet it is only the beginning of the end of the world.

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[soloflight]

[ The moment Piper calls out Jason’s name, Jacen’s eyes widen even more. There’s so much power in that one word, so much that he’d actually felt something run through him like electricity. Compelled by something he can’t put his finger on, he turns his head to look around, searching for his friend—

Then the implication of her words hit him.

He turns back to look at her, slack-jawed. Because again, what are the odds? ]

You’re Piper.

[inducings]

[ Her attention returns to Jacen, and she urges the pegasus off the roof -- though it won't go too near the polar bear, and she doesn't blame it. But if the spell he has in place is going to break soon, Piper doesn't want to be on the roof -- she wants to be out there, looking for Jason, but going to get all the help she can in order to do that is probably her best bet. ]

Yeah. You are?

[soloflight]

[ Sensing the tension between her pegasus and his polar bear, Jacen leans in to... well, it looks like he’s whispering to his big white bear. Or something. Whatever it is, he seems satisfied when he finishes, pulling back a little to regard Piper again. ]

It’s okay. She promises she won’t bite.

[ He remembers her question, and he nods at her in greeting. ] Jacen Solo. Hi. In case Jason never mentioned me, I’m his Norse demigod friend from school.

[inducings]

[ Piper doesn't speak pegasus, but if she can read it's attitude correctly it's something like: Yeah, thanks, but I'll still stay right here.

Norse demigod? Had Jason mentioned him?

Either way-- ]

Hi Jacen. [ Her focus was definitely not on him, her gaze flickering around in search for Jason. ] When did you last see Jason?

[ They need to go look for him, this storm is only going to get worse. That's the way demigod luck works. ]

sorry, i was out on a family trip for several days! back now though :3

[soloflight]

Five minutes ago. I swear, he was right behind me—

[ True enough, there’s a sudden draft of icy wind that batters against their protective bubble. Jacen grits his teeth. This isn’t good. And the backlash is going to be worse. Runic magic is rather punishing, and using this much power is going to mean a great deal of pain. ]

I have to call the spell off, but I... [ He glances towards Sally’s apartment. ] You should take cover. This storm isn’t clearing and we‘ll have to think of something else. Do you Greeks know how to scry?

No worries!

[inducings]

Not unless that's a type of dance move. Then probably.

[ Five minutes ago -- in a blizzard. What would Jason do? Would he find cover? Or would he... try to go up, ride the winds, find his friend?

Yeah, like that was a question.

She shifts in her seat, gripping her pegasus harder with her knees. ]

I'm going to go up there to look for him. [ She glances around to look for a space big enough for his polar bear. ] Can you make it into that parking garage before you let it go? That way I'll know where to look for you when I get back.

[ If I get back. Finding shelter was a smarter idea. But if Jason was out there... ]

[soloflight]

[ Unless it’s a dance move? Huh. Weren’t the Greeks supposed to be the ones who knew how to party? You know, with Dionysius and all.

But that’s really not important right now, so Jacen doesn’t say anything. Instead he looks towards the garage Piper’s referring to, and nods. ]

Okay. I’ll hold the spell as long as I can.

[ And he’ll try his very best to give her more time to take to the skies without being battered by the blizzard. But just a few minutes after he and his polar bear make it to the garage, his control slips from exhaustion and the spell dies, the ice and frosty winds returning with a vengeance.

At the same time, a jolt of pain goes through his body like a lightning strike, and he collapses on the back of the bear, nearly losing consciousness from the pain. Damn runic magic. Why were the Norse such masochists? ]