Sorry about rushing some of the explanations in the beginning, but this isn't going to be a political!Percy story or anything, he simply gained control of a realm and placed someone in charge. Simple enough.

In which Percy sets up a governing body for the dead, and meets his counterpart.

Long note at the end of the chapter explaining some stuff, ignore it if you want to, it contains information about the other characters that may show up, and some notes about my update schedule. This chapter is short, but stuff happens. The next one will be probably twice as long.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Last Chapter: Percy waved. "Yup, that's me! How would you like to work for me? I'll give you a free ship if you help me run the underworld!" he said, gesturing to The Flying Dutchman.

"What?!"

Development (Latin: Progressio)
Greek Pronunciation: (ανάπτυξη)

(Noun: An event constituting a new stage in a changing situation, or a new and improved product or idea.)

So it turned out that Gibbs was actually a good fit for running the underworld. Percy placed him in charge as he didn't trust himself to keep track of the entire place. More likely than not he'd screw it up due to his ADHD. Gibbs had the power to assign jobs to other important figures who had drowned to lighten his workload, hence the reason why he wasn't swamped in *Shudder* paperwork. The dead who didn't deserve to go to Elysium went to the ruined kingdom Percy had found where Poseidon's Palace used to be. The entire area had been marked as land controlled by him, so his power allowed the dead to manifest physical forms and rebuilt the city, living there. The mist and his power over it dealt with anyone locating the city, which was very convenient.

The worst of the worst, the rapists and the murderers (Technically Jack and his crew were pardoned and anyone else who Jack pointed out since Percy was nice like that) went to the Locker, which had stayed around.

The Kraken was Percy's familiar, apparently, and followed him around whenever he was available, like a puppy. It still wanted to be called the Kraken, and Percy found he could summon it from any source of water nearby if it was big enough.

Finally, Percy had reached an accord with Jack. Jack would become Percy's ally/follower, and Percy would be able to call on Jack and his crew for help at any time. in return, The Black Pearl had been updated with modern technology, (why leave it as an old ship when it could have tech?) so it could go without wind, and many other gizmos had been installed, like GPS, TV (Jack loved the idea of moving pictures), and the weapons had been upgraded to Percy's godly standards, now they could handle any mortal weapon with ease if they had to interfere with someone causing trouble in Percy's realm. (Oh and the ping pong table in the snack lounge. That was an absolute must.)

Satisfied with the setup, Percy waved goodbye to Jack. "I'm heading out to work! Don't contact me during the day personally unless it's an emergency!"

Jack saluted. "Aye sir! Enjoy being with the living mortals!" he called back sarcastically. "Don't mind me, I'll be around here, totally not leaving to go mess with some living ships!"

Percy chuckled as he left the city.

He shadow-traveled into the water just off of Camp Olympus. 'Seriously, the name is so ironic it's not even funny.' he snickered. His form changed into a 26-year old body as opposed to his previously 20 year old form that looked younger than he was.

His shirt changed into the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, and he walked into camp. It was early morning, and he saw Chiron sitting at the table with Mr. D playing poker. "Hey! Chiron!" The man looked up, a startled look overtaking his face, then frowned. "Mr. Jackson, I would appreciate it if you didn't call me by that. No one in camp knows me by that name, because it's my Code name from SHIELD. My real name will not be told to you for safety reasons, although you could probably find out without trying. We have a policy to go by Greek names for confidentiality and so the campers don't get into too much of a friendly relationship."

"Call me Mr. D, all the kids do. Just don't use my real name, ok?" Mr. D burped.

Percy grinned. "You used the same name where I came from when you were undercover."

"It seems our worlds are more similar than one might think." Chiron noted. His eyes drifted to Percy's shirt. "What are you wearing?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"My camp shirt." Percy replied. "It's in Greek, and it has some Mist over it so mortals won't read it too well or at least question it."

Mr. Brunner sighed. "Fair enough, I suppose I cannot ask you to wear our camp clothing?"

He shook his head. "Not on your life. I need no reminders about the real gods. They were pricks. So, what will my job be here?"

"I was more curious as to how our employer employee relationship would work as you are frankly able to kill us all with a single blow." Mr. D spoke up.

Percy shook his head. "No, I don't want you to be thinking like that. This camp is my cover so the governments don't find out about me. I need a mortal alibi. Therefore treat me as an employee, but I have some leeway over my actions. What activities do you have here?"

Mr. Brunner nodded thoughtfully. "We have archery, rock climbing, farming, sword fighting, health training, hiking, field trips, and water activities, to name a few."

Percy pulled a list of the activities out of nowhere (thank you BS abilities) and began ticking them off the list. "Archery is a no, I'd probably shoot myself despite my abilities, sword fighting is fine, although it would be unfair for anyone who went against me. Healing is out, I use my powers to heal, not actual first aid kits. Everything else is fine. Also, Don't specifically place me in the water activities, it would be too obvious if I was constantly near the lake. I won't say no to being a lifeguard often."

Mr. Brunner nodded. "Just fill out this form please." He said, passing a clipboard over.

Percy grinned, and began signing the spaces on the page.

When he was done he passed it back over. "So, when do I start?"

"Right now." Mr. Brunner said as a bus pulled up outside of the camp barriers. "Oh, and by the way, the campers here are mostly mutants"

"Okay... Wait WHAT?"

Percival Johnson was confused. When he had arrived back at camp the day before, Brunner and Mr. D seemed concerned. They were unusually silent, conversing in worried tones, glancing at him and Annabelle curiously. There was a rumor that someone had been seen talking to them just before the bus arrive the day before, but no one had seen said person. Leo was making jokes about the whole thing. (What if he's an axe murderer trying to hunt us? Percival had shut him down immediately, not wanting to tempt fate.)

They had gone on another trip the next day, and Argus had seemed a little strange as well, his non-expressive face had a slight frown. It wasn't the fact that they were worried that was the issue, but rather the knowledge that they were being left out. In the past, they had gone on many missions against the anti-mutant/power groups, sometimes teaming with the people from Doctor Xavier's group. SHIELD had tried interfering in the past, wanting mutants for the military, like the Hulk, but had been stopped pretty easily. Percival and Annie had always been given details on a plan, no matter the secrecy of it. Annabeth would be pissed that she was missing out on some facts and no one knew what they were, and he was already worried about the possibilities.

Then he arrived back at camp from the trip to the shopping mall. There was a feeling in the air, something that was familiar yet put him on edge. He realized the entire camp had their attention on someone who wore a bright orange shirt and was conversing with Mr. D and Brunner. "Who's that?" Annabeth asked in confusion.

"No idea." Percival breathed, eyeing the figure in confusion. The shirt the man wore had the image of a Pegasus on it, so there must be some relation to the camp, but the color was all wrong, like he had come from their brother camp in California. That wasn't a possibility either, their shirts were of a different cut and definitely didn't have a Pegasus. He had a glass of coke in front of him that the man was swirling around in boredom.

They all got off the bus, chattering quietly about the new guy, and moved to the dining hall for lunch. At the hall, they noticed the man sat with Brunner and Mr. D at the head table, chatting amiably. On closer inspection, Percival noticed the man had scars. Lots of them. There was a cut under his eye that had scarred over, and one across his bicep. A section of his hair was grey, like someone who had grey hair from old age, but the rest of his hair was fine.

His piercing sea green eyes met Percival's ocean blue ones, and an expression flitted across the man's face. It wasn't sadness per se, but a longing that was so brief it was like it wasn't even there. But while it was, the man's face looked ancient, similar to the soldiers you hear about who have PTSD or can't stop remembering the moment someone they cared about died.

He could hear the girls at the 'Aphrodite' table (They referred to the tables by the type of people that sat there) chatter about how hot the guy was, squealing a bit when he smiled at Mr. D, who grumbled about something or other.

The moment was over, and the man ran a hand through his windswept hair. Brunner stood up, and the area quieted. "I would like to make an announcement. As of today we have a new counselor, who will be going by the name Perseus. Please remember that his is not his real name, so do not try to find it out." a twinkle was in Brunner's eye, like when he rigged the capture the flag to make it harder on the 'Ares' kids, or there was a special treat for dessert that night. "I hope you all treat him with the fairness you treat us. He will be second in command to us, in charge of the oldest campers."

Whispers went around, and Annabeth looked to Percival. "What do you think about him?" she asked seriously.

"Something's off. He's a counselor all right, but if he's a mutant, I'm not sure." Percival replied. "He's certainly been in combat enough to have some kind of power. I doubt they'd let him work here without some way to defend the camp. Definitely ADHD though."

The man, Perseus, snickered a bit childishly when his counselor name was announced like there was some secret no one knew. He lazily waved a hand in their direction, a shit-eating grin on his face. "'Sup! I'm totally psyched to work here. I used to go to a camp like this, as you can see." He gestured to his orange t-shirt. "So I know how these places work. I'll be working in the sword fighting/combat areas, and the other physical activities. Except for archery. I don't do archery." He explained. "I hope I can get to know you all in due time."

The group clapped as they sat back, and went to grab food from the buffet table.

"So mutants are naturally born superheroes with random abilities?" Percy asked for the fifth time.

"Yes, Perseus, for the last time, they are mortal and not demigods. They all have powers based on where they are placed in camp. Your... other side, for example, has water powers similar to yours but much weaker, and none of the other reality breaking powers." Chiron responded with exasperation. "My power is archery and other combat activities, Mr. D is inflicting insanity on others and giving them hallucinations. Your other you has water powers, but rather than breathing freely, he pushes air from the water into his mouth without trying, simulating your effect. I don't know how powerful he is, but he hasn't ever gone truly full out yet."

"Mrs. Chase has increased intelligence and is good at inferring information. Leo Valdez is one of our few mechanics, and is especially good at animations. Festus is our backup if someone tries to attack the camp, as many powerful people are against mutants. Piper McLean is one of our strongest emotional manipulators, with a primary in seduction or at least infatuation. She is currently at our brother camp with Jason Grace one of our lightning users. Frank Zhang is our shapeshifter with his girlfriend, Hazel Levesque, the rare earth metals and other underground material controller, as well as slight control over luck that gets out of hand every now and then. I believe they are the ones you knew personally?"

"Yeah, and I can guess the other's powers since I had gone to camp with them for years. Huh." Percy didn't know whether to be worried or content with this new world. "This world sounds fun..." he muttered, sipping his blue soda thoughtfully.

"I don't know how you can stand having blue food." Mr. D noted.

Percy glanced at him in confusion. "Percival doesn't do this too?"

The man shrugged. "I don't know. It isn't an option here. We have normal food."

"Hmm... Must be one of the differences here." Percy sat in thought, staring at his empty glass. He then grabbed a sharp knife from the table. "Will I be sitting here in the future?" he asked.

"I don't see why not." Chiron shrugged.

"Alright." Percy said, and carved runes into the table in front of him, each one a centimeter wide.

"What are you doing?" Mr. D asked in surprise. "Defacing property now?"

"No, installing protective runes. The dining hall is in the middle of camp, or at least close enough to it. I will later put protective wards by the Pine Tree, but I also wanted to do something real quick." The runes flashed slightly in finality, and he grinned. "Done!"

"What do these do?" Chiron asked with a mouthful of lettuce.

"Oh you know... anti-eavesdropping if you have ill-intent, protection, you can hear the people sitting at the tables if they're talking about you, the seats are extra comfy, and they warm up. Knowing me, I would have been listening to anything a mysterious figure is saying. So now I won't blow my cover by mentioning I'm a God so long as I'm at this table."

The two camp directors had been raising their eyebrows throughout the entire thing. "Is that it?" Mr. D snarked.

"Well, it also does this." He pickup his glass and held it beneath the table. He tapped the side of his glass and whispered to where only the two could hear, "Blue Coke". The bottle refilled instantly with the liquid.

"A free refill machine." Percy said proudly. "Pretty easy when you can combine hundreds of runes from different cultures. People can still hear us, but not specifically what we are saying. I can't connect a veil that will convince people to ignore unusual events though. I've always been trash at it. There wasn't really any point when there was one appearing naturally. I'll place one over the camp later when I put in the big wards." He explained, most of the details going over the two men's heads, then promptly took a long sip of the blue drink.

Percival listened closely to the conversation from the big table. A few words reached his ears. "Water... Camp... God... Mutants..." the words began breaching into danger sense territory when he heard them mention the others at Camp Gladiator.

"Hey, Annabeth, do we know for sure that Perseus can be trusted? I"m hearing some pretty sketchy stuff that Mr. D wouldn't talk about unless he was speaking with someone he trusted."

Annabeth sighed. "You should trust them more. I doubt they'd tell anything without telling us first."

Percival frowned. Something was off about the new counselor, but he couldn't quite place it.

Annabeth glanced up from her book. "Something up?"

He shrugged. "I got a weird feeling." He glanced at the head table. "Is Perseus drinking... blue coke?"

"I guess? That's weird. I didn't know we had that."

"Don't worry your head over it, Seaweed Brain. He probably brought it in." she smiled. Percy grinned and moved back into the conversation with his friends, not noticing the fact he could no longer hear the head table.

Percy grinned at the words mentioned about himself were heard clearly by all three of them. "See? now I know if someone is trying to find out about me while near this table. It's not invading their privacy as it only works if they're invading mine."

"Are you ready for today's activities?" Chiron asked.

"Hell yeah." Percy grinned cockily.

Next Chapter: "Are you single?" Drew called from the back of the Aphrodite group. The girls all turned to stare at Perseus.

The counselor's eyes glanced at Percival for a brief moment, then back. Emotion flitted across Perseus' face, too many to comprehend, before clear sadness and anger settled. "I am" he said with difficulty.

The girls giggled, unaware of the emotions Percival could so clearly see. He wondered why only he seemed to notice the counselor's expressions, and why he seemed to look sad around Percy all the time."

Next Chapter: Fury gets nosy. Camp activities, combat challenges, and hijinks ensue. Percy goes on a field trip with Percival and Annabelle, and someone gets suspicious.

NN: Sorry for some unexplained facts, so here's an loong explanation...

No, the X-Men won't be in here, maybe I'll write a side series later about that. I just needed an equivalent of the Demigods here, so I got the mutants. They all coincidentally have the same powers as the others in the same cabin with minor variants of strength and exact details (Like the cabins in PJO). Camp Olympus is like Camp Half-Blood, but the campers all have powers. They tend to be grouped into the cabins that match their powerset. Percy has his injuries and scars because he gained them before becoming a God. The Gods in the original world had no scars because they were born gods rather than made them (minus godly weapons of course, like Hephaestus with his legs). The bullet hurt him back then because it's a bullet. He is still at least 5% human, not 100% god, so mortal weapons hurt him, but he can heal when near the coast. He does have a source of power (At the bottom of the sea) so as long as the Ocean is fine, he shouldn't truly die, but can get injured for a while. The other Percy (Percival) is suspicious due to reasons not yet explained. The camp has mutants and is similar to the original world, so there has been some fights and Percival is paranoid of anyone new due to some people they fought in the past (SHIELD trying to recruit mutants, HYDRA, which they know still has some groups about, etc). Plus they haven't really had a counselor before, since the camp is mostly run by the campers. Argus and Grover (and the other alternates of the Dryads with nature powers) are also technically counselors due to their status as working for the camp. On a side note, the camp is much more technologically advanced due to electricity working for mutants, but they still don't use phones due to the price of buying a new one every time it gets trashed by powers, so there's the similarity as to why the campers don't usually use phones. Sorry for not being too specific in this chapter, but more will be explained soon. R&R.

As for my other stories, Musical Melodies is going to be under heavy re-editing and plot changes, so a longer delay on that. The Armored Alchemist will be updated soon, and Aurum and Argentum Oculi is being worked on every now and then. All the others are causing be writer's block for now. Cheers!