[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Alan Carpenter[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[b]Interacting With:[/b]Ky’ vie Morgan ([@Vicier]), Pierre Niore ([@Caits]), Hawley Griffin ([@Ghost Shadow]), Chiron and Dionysus.[/center]

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[Color=FF5733]“Lemmie go in his place, Chiron.”[/color]

Alan's lips parted as he watched Ky' vie volunteer herself for the mission that was to be his. It was practically imopssible to keep track of everything that was going on all at once; namely, it looked as though Ky' vie might have broken Deon's nose with the winner's ring not just two seconds before she switched gears.

[Color=FF5733]“I’ll find the bird; and I’ll bring it back within the seven day limit… there’s no way in Tartarus that I’m gunna let Alan take the rap for something he didn’t do; it’s just not fair.”[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"And I can't let you do likewise, Ky' vie."[/color] Alan told her quietly, though firmly. He had only been in camp for a few years, only months at a time. He would hardly consider himself and the daughter of Hephaestus close, but her actions he witnessed not only now, but in times past, spoke volumes about her character. She was definitely someone he wanted on his side, but he could never allow [i]anyone[/i] to take the blame for something he did… or… [i]didn’t[/i] do... Not even a prick like Deon who probably deserved it.

[color=limegreen]”I’m pretty sure Percy Jackson was no Percy Jackson in the beginning, Alan. We all have to start somewhere, after all. And Percy Jackson had companions with him- something that you’d assume you’d have as well”[/color]

Alan's attention was then brought to Pierre who had spoken out for him, and gave him a gentle smile and a nod. He was right, the gods couldn't expect him to do this alone. He would have companions - stronger demigods than himself to help out with this ridiculous task. If he picked the right people... it might just be possible. He thought back to his motion of help towards Deon, and his stomach soured. The son of Ares could help him out greatly, but he wasn't about to go pushing Deon's buttons. He already made it abundantly clear that he would not help.

[color=darkgray]"The hell. I've been thieving in this Camp for [i]years[/i], and [i]he[/i] gets accused?"[/color]

Alan then turned to his half brother, watching as he came down onto the open field. 

[color=darkgray]"I'm not stupid, and neither are you, Chiron. He didn't do it. Boy's not got a thieving bone in his body...bit of a disappointment, really, but you can't win them all. I'll go. Ares has it out for me ole man, doesn't matter which son of his gets the boot, aye?"[/color]

Well... that was one way to put it.

[color=goldenrod]"Uh... thanks?[/color]

Someone else that offered to take his place. Though he had a slight feeling that Hawley's intentions weren't exactly aligned the same way that Ky' vie's were.

[color=gold]“..in any case; as noble as your intentions might be Ms. Mooney and Mr. Growlithe, that is something of which I cannot allow. This quest is Mr. Carpenter’s burden to bare… should he choose to allow you to go with him, then so be it. The more of you lazy lumps I get rid of, the better; in fact, nothing would please me more.”[/color]

Seemingly not even bothered by, and completely choosing to ignore the rather obvious and frustrated look that he was getting from Chiron at his choice of words, Dionysus paused for a good long moment, his eyes taking their time to scan over the large crowd of campers that was spread out all over the stands, his brows furrowing in slight confusion as he continued to search for one of the few figures he couldn’t see before him. 

[color=gold]“Wait a moment… alright you blighters, where’s my daughter- what have you done with her?”[/color]