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[b][color=004b80][H1]Corvus Helstrom, Son of Khione[/H1][/color][/b]
Location: Cabins
Interaction: Greyson, Anyone in the Pavillion[/center]
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[indent][indent][color=004b80]"Ohhh... that's a relief."[/color] Corvus sighed in relief as Greyson made it clear that his little mishap with the grease laden hand wasn't something he was going to be bothered by. At the very least, he wasn't going to show it. But that was as good as anything for Corvus. After all, the last thing he wanted was someone in the camo to be too annoyed at him. This was a small place, and in such a small circle, it would be better to keep oneself well acquainted with everyone else, and keep a good relationship with them at the same time. Half bloods ought to stick together, after all. 

Greyson then said that there was going to be no need to worry about Erin and her quest to redeem herself from everconsuming hellfire, as she has begun to gather people to help her in the journey. [color=004b80]"Right... backup."[/color] Everyone knew that he could become a cryophoenix at will, so maybe that was something good for being backup. 

And of course, a bunch of others, mostly boys, were coming with Erin. Brandon, Tyler, the sons of Thanatos, Dorian, and Spencer... all to disprove that Erin had done something wrong.

Sure enough... their little talk was going to go to an end, as Greyson she promised to meet... someone. Who was he an item with again? Corvus wasn't sure anymore. Memory was spotty right now. [color=004b80]"Ah, yes, you were going to the stables, right? Right, okay, um, I'll catch up with you later too, then. [/color] Corvus winked back at Greyson, smirking a bit as he looked towards the direction of the Pavillion. [color=004b80]"Yes, I'll go and see... have a good talkk with... whoever it is."[/color] Corvus would then quickly transform into his little phoenix form, flying over towards the Pavillion. He could have walked... but he's feeling a little lazy today.[/indent][/indent]

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[b][color=#F5B041][H1]Mikhael Kravchenko, Son of Asclepius[/H1][/color][/b]Location: Infirmary
Interaction: Lukas[/center]

[indent][indent][color=#F5B041]"Another day, another dollar, more broken bones, whoops."[/color] Mikhael walked back into the infirmary, a clipboard on one hand and a pen in the other. He had been busy keeping track of all the sicknesses and injuries that the people here have been enduring. He was perhaps one of the most meticulous record keepers in here; a befitting trait of a son of the god of medicine.

But, with such meticulous attention, comes a bit of attitude. Of course, anyone who stops to think about it knows that Mikhael is this way because he is very much concerned, but he could be... a little abrasive if someone is a little bad at their job. Rule number one; don't do medical mistakes in front of him. 

One of the first things that Mikhael saw as he came in was a novice, who was doing a pretty poor job at venipuncture at a boy. The one who was getting injected had a sweaty face, one contorted with pain while making not one sound in an effort to not make a scene of screams. [color=#F5B041]"Hey, Andreas, was it...?"[/color] Mikhael looked over the novice right after he was finished, wearing a face that spoke of... disappointment. [color=#F5B041]"I've taught you this twice already... look at his face, [i]chyort[/i]. He looked like like he is going to pop a blood vessel in the brain from trying not to be loud..."[/color]

Mikhael sighed. [color=#F5B041]"Be thorough next time."[/color] He then disappears back in this self made laboratory, where he concocts medicines and potions out of herbs and other ingredients. He was, after all, a medicine maker. That was his thing.

An hour later, he'd come out, carrying several vials of liquid and then several plastic containers, which contained tablets. They were labelled appropriately, and it wouldn't be long before these were pressed to use, what with emergencies happening almost everyday here.

And, perhaps out of sheer coincidence, he'd bump into Lukas. 

[color=#F5B041]"Hey watch- oh, hey, it's you."[/color] Mikhael's tone quickly shifted from one of slight irritation to that of someone that was somewhat pleased to meet someone else. [color=#F5B041]"Many emergencies and stuff today, eh?"[/color] Mikhael spoke with a marked Russian accent, though it had been tempered by his time here in Camp Half Blood by quite a bit. [color=#F5B041]"Say, I think we should up the safety standards of the... games. And such."[/color][/indent][/indent]
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