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Nico
Nico woke up in a room he didn't recognize. Too big to be his cabin, and the magic in the air was evident but unfamiliar, not Greek or Roman or anything he knew.
He felt uneasy as a demigod, being kidnapped wasn't strange or unusual. Waking up in what appeared to be an actual bedroom was. He realized he was in an actual bed.
He sat up in the bed confused. He was the same, nothing about him had changed, he wasn't restrained, he was in the same clothes, he felt fine (minus his perpetual exhaustion and anxiety) so why was he taken, something felt off, felt distinctly other.
If he listened hard enough he could hear movement somewhere else in the building (house?).
Pros: he was fine, alive, unharmed and unrestrained. Cons: he had no weapons, no idea where he was and someone or something was in this building with unknown intent.
Nico stretched and looked around the room he was in, it was obviously someone's bedroom, it was a big dark and neat room with a decent amount of green and silver things as well as a snake motif, it had a fancy look like it was from someone with money, so he was in somebody's room, but who's and if so where was the person?
REGULUS
Regulus woke up in a huge, untidy room, he scowled. He sat up, still in his robes. He thought to himself “what in Merlin’s name is going on? Did Crouch do this? I’ll hex his ass-“ then he saw something gleaming beside him.
Leaned against the wall next to the bed was a black sword that had the feel of a magical artifact like when you could feel the power something held. This sword was powerful. He picked it up, testing the weight, it felt right but wrong in a way he can’t describe.
He sighed and leaned his head back and said, “What the fuck is going on? And where’s my wand?” He patted his pockets and went pale and his face dropped then hardened instantly, “Dam you, Crouch.” He said to himself.