The above is a picture of Fred/Mischief.
Percy's POV

Waking up, I roll over to turn off my alarm. I swear that thing is on the setting 'banshee screech' instead of 'gradual alarm'. Why is that even a setting? Getting ready for the day, I throw on my nice uniform... basically the only pair of black skinny jeans I own without holes with my usual attire of a white t-shirt, black combat boots and my cloak. Striding off I head to the mess to see what Mischief's answer is and to grab a bite to eat before I finish packing my things. You would think that Hecate would have left the supplies in a bag or something, but no, she just had to leave it scattered across the floor of my room.

Entering the mess, I grab an apple from the buffet before heading to where the boys are sitting. Plopping down on a seat I take a huge bite out of my apple, while glancing around, seeing that I'm the last one here, again.

"What took you so long slowpoke?" Mayhem asks from where he is sitting on my right.

"Oh you know," I quip, "some people actually like to sleep later than 5 am, unlike you apparently."

"Awe come on Aquagirl," Confusion butts in, "I would have thought that the prospect of seeing my beautiful face would make anyone want to wake up early."

"Wings the day that I wake up early to see your ugly mug is the day the rock people of Elgradore learn to turn themselves into clouds."

"Ooh Pentro you want some ice for that burn cause the little lady is on fire!" Disorder cuts in, making us all laugh.

"Funny Elxin, coming from a fire demon."

"Fireboy he is right, but enough of the sass for now. I actually have a serious question I need answered before I head back to my room. Wiz, did you make a decision?" Pausing for a moment, we all look towards Fred to see what his response would be.

"Well, I thought about it all night and I decided that I can't give up the chance to see my family again, so yeah, I'll do it. Anyways, do you have any idea how many pranks I could pull on my twin before announcing that I am back!"

"Great! Destruction and Mayhem, will you two show Mischief where the ambassador training room is, since that is practically the job he will be doing and I will go set it up. Thanks boys! I'll see you after my mission, call me if you need me and I'll call you if I need you." I announce, standing up from the table before striding out of the mess hall. As I pass a trashcan I toss out my apple core and then head to my room to finish packing. Walking through the halls I pull out my tablet and send Chaos a note letting him know that Mischief took the job.

Entering my room, I pull out my bag. It was a present from Mayhem, who spelled it to be impenetrable, waterproof, bottomless, and to only be able to be opened by me, well my teammates can open it to but they wouldn't dare unless it was a life or death situation. Or if I told them to, of course. I have enough supplies in this thing to last an entire army a year and enough weapons to arm them all twice over. This thing has saved my life more times than I care to remember and is one of my most prized possessions.

Grabbing the supplies left for me by Hecate, I carefully pack them into the bag. Next, I replace everything that I used on the last mission that wasn't returned, including putting in a new army cot, because a freaking giant worm ate my last one. I had just made it good and comfy too. Throwing in a few extra uniforms, some pictures and mementos, my ever refilling coin pouch, and my bottomless bag of blue candies. Both bottomless bags were gifts from Fred, the blue candy one a birthday gift the first year I knew him. The coin pouch was for yule one year and is always full of the type of money needed at the moment, which apparently for the wizards is nuts. I wonder which is worth more, the acorn or the pistachio? Guess I'll find out.

Glancing at the clock on the wall I realize that I need to be at Chaos's office in five minutes, and it is a four-minute walk. So grabbing the weird box on my dresser, containing a stick, and by pack I set out. I hope that when I get to his office Hecate will be there so I can ask her what the heck I need a fancy stick for. I mean, come on, what am I supposed to do, poke people to death? Roast marshmallows?

(AN: 823 words) (sorry this one is kind of short)