Twenty four?! Ohhhh man. I should never have agreed to racing you out like this. I'm so sorry, sir.

(Massive puppy eyes of apology going on over here and even a bit of a pout as if that'd really save him any face. He barks out a delighted laugh when Gyro gives him such a crude gesture.

Blackjack rustles his wings occasionally and doesn't seem remotely bothered by anyone touching them, Valkyrie or otherwise. As long as they didn't touch the very, very tips, the pegasus would remain relatively calm.

I'll make sure an' fly nice and low for you next time. It's too bad I can't strap you up and fly you with me. Bet that'd look real weird though. Naw. Flying in the sky is clean goin'. Don't take it so hard! You got character on ya. Look like a real don.

Percy doesn't mind- not a natural leader or a follower. More just someone who goes on gut instinct and whatever works the best. Sometimes that means taking the initiative and sometimes it doesn't. Simple as that.

He sits down and watches Gyro start the fire with fascination. He's started fires before, sure, but purple wood? That's a new one.)

What is that? That's not wood, is it? Or - I guess since they don't have plants here or animals then it must be something synthetic. How weird.