nico di angelo was quite aware that shadow travelling could go wrong; he'd lugged a statue of athena from europe to america and almost vaporized himself into a puddle of darkness in the process. and maybe he had ended up in china more times than he would admit. however, as the suffocating embrace of darkness enfolded him on his latest journey through the ethereal void, a peculiar sensation stirred within the depths of his being-- a sensation that heralded an unexpected deviation from his intended destination. strange.

when he rematerialized on solid ground a second later, it became clear what that sensation had indicated. he wasn't back in camp half blood, he had somehow ended up in some sort of living room. an oddly familiar one, at that.

perhaps the familiarity was a good thing, as he was never in the mood to scare some poor woman making afternoon tea with his stygian iron sword; if it had not been for the fact that it was your living room he had stumbled upon. "shi--"

nico cut himself off when he saw you entering through the kitchen door, his face falling into an apathetic frown; not as animositous as he would have hoped. "i'm sorry for the intrusion, i guess." the black-haired demigod shrugged begrudgingly, raising an eyebrow at you with pointed intensity. "to be fair, having such a powerful relic in your house was bound to interfere somehow, so technically i'd say it's your fault."