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[center][color=silver][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][color=silver][h2]Camp Half-Blood ~ The Cabins[/h2][/color][/center]

"A new-blood, eh? From Jupiter? With how much condescension the Romans look at us with, they're still not above sending us their 'legionnaires'." Simon smirked without warmth, feeling a pang of irritation at the hypocrisy their Roman brethren showed. 

"I should hope to give him a warm welcome when I meet him." Simon noted simply, his tone implying that he viewed the task as more of a chore than a genuine human way of greeting. 

"So tell me, child, what is that you have in your hand?" He asked next, adjusting the topic away from the newcomer. In truth, a newcomer would only interest Simon if they came with a certain amount of baggage - something to study, to analyze. No scientist analyzes a sample that bores him. 

"If I recall correctly, you're abstaining from alcohol for the next couple years. Then again, life wouldn't be fun without the occasional rule-breaker, now would it?" Chuckling softly, Simon let both hands move to the top of his gilded cane, leaning back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

"Well, no matter. I believe our presence is required at Kylie's party, is it not? No...no, [i]Ky' vie[/i], not Kylie, my apologies. But I digress. Shall we go?" He asked, just about to offer his hand when he forgot she could not see him do so. Instead he chose to brush his hand against hers, hoping the sensation of touch would suffice. 

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[center][h1][color=lightsteelblue]Roy Montag[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=lightsteelblue]Camp Half Blood ~ The Lake ~ The Party[/color][/h2][/center]

Shaking his head with a lighthearted sigh, Roy was hardly able to think before someone quite literally crashed into him for a hug. It barely took a second for him to put two-and-two together. Her voice, her distinct scent. [i]Claire[/i]. 

"Yes, yes, I'm back." He responded with a warm, genuine smile, running his hand down her back for a moment before pulling back to face her better. "Tu m'as tellement manqué..." He added in her native language, his eyes meeting hers. Though Roy was, by no means, a fan of French, his innate knowledge of the language was one of the few gifts his birth father had provided that proved something useful. 

"Oh! I got you something." He began cheerily, reaching into the pockets of his thick jacket, fiddling about for a bit before pulling something out. Holding his palm out to her, he revealed a beautifully carved [url=http://blog.thosmoser.com/Portals/52141/images//CIR_dolphin.jpg]wood dolphin[/url], apparently handmade. 

"I had some spare time during my quest. I hope you like it!" He added, a sincere look in his face. As if to back him up, Hircine barked twice, nuzzling his nose against Claire's leg while wagging his tail; practically begging her to take it.