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[center][h1][sub][i][color=red]Talon[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Lake, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Valeria, [@Rodiak][/sup][/center]
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Hurt him? No, she hadn't. Not yet. Just because she hadn't hurt him, didn't mean that she wouldn't... She had been kind to him, but that didn't mean anything... the kindness came with everything else, it always had. But she seemed genuinely upset at the idea that she had hurt him, and Talon's stomach churned, his thoughts muddled as he tried to make sense of what was happening, what she was doing. He swallowed, his mouth dry- his body was tense as if expecting a hit that never seemed to be coming. [color=red]"It's not your fault."[/color] he said softly, not even sure what he could say to reassure her of that. 

It wasn't like he could tell her the truth. No one knew, and he was content to keep it that way. If they didn't know, they couldn't hurt him with it. It couldn't hurt him. He couldn't let it hurt him, because if he did... Talon sighed softly. 

[color=red]"It's me."[/color] he said even softer, a slight shake to his voice. Perhaps he ought to leave- then he wouldn't be anyone's problem... He glanced to the bottle she held out, so determined and eager to help him, even if she didn't know why he was reacting as he did, even if she didn't know... He couldn't fathom just what she was doing, why she was helping him, if not for anything, then what for? 

Talon was so confused. Nothing made sense right then. He closed his eyes, turning his head away again. [color=red]"You did nothing wrong. You didn' thurt me."[/color] it was the turth, but he couldn't stop his voice from quivering, just slightly. [color=red]"I'm sorry... "[/color] 


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[center][h1][color=firebrick]Kalinda[/color][/h1]

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[b]Location:[/b] Infirmary-Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]Vivian, [@metanoi[/sup][/center]
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Kalinda wasn't sure how to explain it, but she'd rather be thorough then not, and miss something serious- even if Vivian herself didn't seem too worried about it. Vivian just had such a positive outlook on life, she was so bright... Everything a child of Apollo should be. Oh, Kalinda was arguably the better healer, but that didn't necessarily mean she was the epitome of Apollo's bright, happy nature. No, Kalinda was skeptical and prone to depressive bouts.

She might have a reason for that at the moment, but it still wasn't becoming of an Apollo child. Sometimes she wondered if her father had made a mistake claiming her. But there was no point dwelling on the past. [color=firebrick]"I get visions too, Viv. You get them worse, but none have ever left me unconcious. Why did it happen? Did someone want to stop you seeing something important?"[/color] She said, thinking outloud, [color=firebrick]"I'd rather be safe, then have you die on me."[/color] She said, [color=firebrick]"It just seems... strange that you'd see yourself pass out."[/color] 

She shifted, making herself a little bit more comfortable before she sought to check over her sister. 



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[center][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With: Brynn [@Moro] Corona [@Zenritch] [/b][/sup][/center]
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Corona was being increasingly secertive- and part of Pierre wondered why. He didn't think there was really that much competition between her and her siblings, but he supposed there was things he didn't see. Still, she was excited about it and he wasn't about to crush that. That wasn't who Pierre was. Whatever it was, it became evident that Corona had put a lot of effort into keep it secret. And just how was it possible to have an elevator there? Was it protected by the camps enchancements? Just how far did the enchancements go underground? So many questions that he likely wasn't going to get an answer to. 

He looked over to Brynn and smiled, giving a small shrug. Brynn was smart, and kind- and he knew that he could trust her. [color=limegreen]"Je ne me considère pas comme un outsider, Brynn ... Je veux juste que tout le monde pense que je le suis."[/color] He said softly, as they waited for Corona to do whatever it was she was doing with the elevator. 

As the doors opened to reveal what appeared to be a complex tool room, Pierre let his gaze roam over everything that was there. Just how had she managed to do all this without being noticed missing for extensive periods of time? Pierre was certain that someone had to have noticed her sneaky away like this, but that didn't seem to be the case. 

He frowned slightly as she showed them the sketch of the robot, uncertain if it was even possible. There would be so much thorough design needed, particularly if she wanted both forms to be functioning. Brynn seemed as skeptical about it as he did, and Pierre flicked a glance back to the spaceshit robot... [color=limegreen]"I imagine the location of the engine might be an issue. It would need to be functional in both positions... and everything would need to be perfect so that nothing shatters in both forms."[/color] he said thoughtfully, before shaking his head. The logistics off it were beyond his comprehension. 

[hider=translation]Je ne me considère pas comme un outsider, Brynn ... Je veux juste que tout le monde pense que je le suis.=I don't think myself an underdog, Brynn... I just want everyone else to think I am.[/hider]