[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion[/center]
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"[color=4286f4]I guess I kinda have to be.[/color]" Arthur found himself saying to Mona, forcing a small, sad smile. He couldn't stay here, wallowing wouldn't get him anywhere. Hopefully practicing and honing his abilities would get this all off his mind, and push him forward. "[color=4286f4]What about you?[/color]" He said, almost mechanically. This all felt wrong, they had to be entitled to some kind of time to grieve, no? Was this really how things were to be? It was a tumultuous haze of feeling inside him in this way, wanting to move forward, but scared to at the same time. All he could really do, would be pretend he was okay, until he was.

It was at this point he followed Andy's gaze, and looked up at the ship in the air, and was visibly taken aback. He genuinely hadn't noticed it until now, and all he could said was, "[color=4286f4]How- how did that get here? Is that what we're riding to get to Camp Jupiter?[/color]" He was stunned, to say the least, having never seen anything like this before. Every moment at this camp seemed to be one of shock and awe, and part of him wondered if that would ever subside. Was it possible for the extraordinary to become ordinary? Or would he just keep on seeing more and more things that would shock him to his core?