[ Most things that might contain secrets or abilities are either lost in time somewhere or kept behind glass in some museum. Nico may not be a kid born in the age of technology but even he didn't use scrolls for writing when he was little.
The question actually makes him pause. ] It did before I got here. Not sure if it does now.
[ Without prompting, unfolding it onto the floor and as soon as he does a flickering hologram appeared on the surface of the parchment paper. It's the image of a teenage boy with dark wispy hair, mischievious grin and short statue - though the hologram is only three inches tall so it might be hard to tell if one didn't know Leo Valdez. Then he starts talking.
“Hey, guys!” Leo spread his arms for a hug. “Sorry to leave you like that. Bad news: I died. Good news: I got better! I had to go rescue Calypso. We’re both fine now. We’re taking Festus to—” The image guttered like a flame in a strong breeze, disrupting Leo’s voice. “Back as soon as—” Static. “Cook tacos when—” More static. “¡Vaya con queso! Love ya!” The image winked out.
That's it. That's the whole message. Even now Nico's scowling a little at the blank scroll. ] I had this for almost six months before he turned back up at Camp. And when he did get back, I had everyone line up so they could hit him.
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The question actually makes him pause. ] It did before I got here. Not sure if it does now.
[ Without prompting, unfolding it onto the floor and as soon as he does a flickering hologram appeared on the surface of the parchment paper. It's the image of a teenage boy with dark wispy hair, mischievious grin and short statue - though the hologram is only three inches tall so it might be hard to tell if one didn't know Leo Valdez. Then he starts talking.
“Hey, guys!” Leo spread his arms for a hug. “Sorry to leave you like that. Bad news: I died. Good news: I got better! I had to go rescue Calypso. We’re both fine now. We’re taking Festus to—” The image guttered like a flame in a strong breeze, disrupting Leo’s voice. “Back as soon as—” Static. “Cook tacos when—” More static. “¡Vaya con queso! Love ya!” The image winked out.
That's it. That's the whole message. Even now Nico's scowling a little at the blank scroll. ] I had this for almost six months before he turned back up at Camp. And when he did get back, I had everyone line up so they could hit him.