[ A dark-haired teenager comes up beside Clarisse on a circuitous path. He's not an idiot: he deliberately walked out of his way to make sure he was in her peripheral vision in advance. ]
So... what, do you think it was me?
[ This wasn't Nico's doing, either, but he doesn't think it's Clarisse's either. Or any demigod. Reassigning demigods to different arcana? Yeah. That wouldn't go over well, especially considering that the Roman gods inspired early Tarot decks. ]
Because it wasn't. Oh, and I'm calling "not it" on fixing it.
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So... what, do you think it was me?
[ This wasn't Nico's doing, either, but he doesn't think it's Clarisse's either. Or any demigod. Reassigning demigods to different arcana? Yeah. That wouldn't go over well, especially considering that the Roman gods inspired early Tarot decks. ]
Because it wasn't. Oh, and I'm calling "not it" on fixing it.