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With the curse gone thanks to Apollo, I decided to focus on my Demigod training for the moment being, the last mission had proved I was… less than good when it came to it. Heck I had to push my body to the very limit twice by casting spells when I shouldn't have.
So, as to avoid being the youngest demigod of my generation to die, I decided to improve that… I did not want to be that close to dying ever again if possible, so it was time to train!
And by train I mean getting my ass mercilessly kicked over and over and over and over and you guessed it, over again. How can I be so good with Magic and bows but suck so hard in other forms of combat, this was frustrating.
"I'm not sure what has gotten into you," Annabeth smiled, helping me stand up after the ass kicking she had delivered, "Not that I don't enjoy defeating you, over and over and over and over again, but any reason why you are doing this?"
"Well, you see there is nothing I enjoy more than a woman beating to a pulp… maybe a woman in leather beating me to a pulp," I snorted at her expression of shock, "Hahah, well, I want to be more reliable… without my Magic I struggled a lot to not die, and girl I do not want to die, so here I am getting my ass kicked by you…." I sighed, "I can't believe there are people that pay for this…" I added with a chuckle.
"Ew," Annabeth chuckled, "Well, then I have to say you are improving, I think the daily ass kicking are imparting you with some battle wisdom,"
"Very funny," I rolled my eyes at her low tier joke, the only one that could make bad jokes here was me.
"But in all seriousness I find what you're doing remarkable," Annabeth smiled, "Trying to improve yourself beyond your talents is something worthy of praise,"
"Haha, I suppose… it takes a big man, to not be bothered by the fact he is losing a hundred percent of the fights… for now," oh that was a lie, I was bothered… very bothered, so much in fact that I was eagerly waiting for the day to kick her ass, day by day my vindictive rage grew, asking for petty revenge, if only Annabeth knew she was going to suffer an overly planned overtop prank the moment after I beat her.
"I suppose, but don't feel too bad for losing, I doubt anyone here could win against you if you used your magic… yes I know that so far you are pretty average in armed and unarmed combat, but with Magic you have no equal in the camp," Annabeth stated.
"The average thing was uncalled for and honestly quite hurtful," I said pretending to be hurt.
"I called them like I see them," Annabeth chuckled.
"Hey guys," Lee came running, "Uncle, miss godly locks," he bowed greeting us both.
"I have straight hair! God, why did you start that nickname Adam," Annabeth groaned, rubbing her temples with clear annoyance.
Not for long, muahaha muahaha MUAHAHA! "Lruc reh riah orf eht yad!"
"What in the?!" Annabeth shouted in shock seeing her hair turn curly, and immediately knew it was me, so turning to me with mild anger, she growled, "This better be temporary,"
"Don't be angry, I think you rock this look," I chuckled.
"Hahah," Lee was at this point on the ground laughing so hard he didn't make any sound.
"You think that…" Annabeth started to growl but then saw her reflection in my sword and hummed, "You know what, I look kinda cute with this look, maybe I will use you as a hairdresser more often, to change things up,"
Analyzing data, report completed, prank backfired, aborting pranking protocol, "you will never catch me alive!" I immediately did what any man on my situation would do, and ran.
"You could make a lot of money with the girls of the camp!" Annabeth shouted as she ran after me, "The daughters of Aphrodite would pay you a lot to change their hair and make them clothes…"
Money? Lots of them? This time I did once again what any man in my position would, I ran back to Annabeth and said, "I am open Monday through Friday, 10am to 3pm and you need appointment to see me,"
"Really was that easy to convince you?" Annabeth laughed.
"What can I say? I have the power to target a demographic no other provider can… so imma exploit the heck out of that," I smiled, already thinking what I would commission for Hephaestus cabin will all the money I would make.
"Alright, I'll start spreading the news then," Annabeth said, with a smile.
"That was unexpected," Lee commented.
"Meh," I shrugged.
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Well, Annabeth was right… The girls and apparently some of the boys in the camp were quite enthusiastic at the idea of having a magical hairdresser to change their looks, with the children of Aphrodite being the first ones to go to my cabin, both boys and girls, they were quite… metrosexual those kids, one even brought a tent just in case he had to sleep outside… like those people waiting for the new iPhone and shit.
But I couldn't help her wonder… where did they get the money to pay me... none of them worked, and we didn't get paid for the chores at the camp. Did they have a godly allowance I was not aware of? and if so, how much did they get so as to market my services in a way that would lead me to get all of their money.
"Hi… I came for a new hairstyle...and mustache removal," That voice, Clarisse?
"Hi," I couldn't help but laugh like a mad man as I saw the half bald clarisse standing in front of me, with the magical mustache I had attached to her face still standing, "Alright alright, I had my fun, now tell me what hairstyle you want," I said wiping a few tears of my face, which did not to placate her anger… but even the she did nothing, she had a new emotion for me… fear.
"I want my old hair back…." Clarisse replied.
"Sure, why not." I chuckled.