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[color=#703642][sup][b]Location:[/b] Level 27; Bunker 9 - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting Between:[/b] Each other ([@Moro], [@Rodiak] & [@Vicier]).[/sup][/color]
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[color=Silver][color=#FF4500]"..B-Brandon..?"[/color]

The doors of the elevator having slid open once they'd reached the right level; Ky' vie's heart skipped a beat. Her naturally pouted lips parting ever slightly as her dark eyes found their way to the familiar figure of the very man that she and her brother had been speaking about only minutes beforehand. It really was true then what people said; how when you speak of the devil, he shall appear. Not that she considered Brandon Murphy to be a devil of any kind- well...

Train of thought trailing off, a gentle tinge of red appearing across the top of her cheeks, Ky stepped away from her brother's hold. Her hand reaching out to keep the door from closing on them. Had she asked him to come down here, and just forgotten..? No... No, she wouldn't be so careless as to forget organizing to meet with him. Glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting with that of Beau, she eventually brought her attention back to the son of Ares. Staring at him a spell longer before her mind came to and she moved forward. Passing him by as she crossed over to the sealed door leading into her main workspace.

Hand reaching out, she placed it on the screen located to the side of the door. Holding it there for a few moments longer before she moved to open the door for the both of them, her gaze returning to Brandon, [color=#FF4500]"..what are you doing here..? I thought you were heading off to train or something after you left earlier..."[/color]

At the sound of Ky' vie's voice, Brandon spun around on the spot, clutching the straps of his backpack with a bit of a grin. His eyes caught Ky's brother behind her, nodding in greeting to him before his eyes met with hers again.

[color=#000000]"Well, don't sound so happy to see me,"[/color] he chuckled softly, staying where he stood as Ky went to open up the door to her workspace. Bran shrugged lightly, readjusting his grip on his pack straps. [color=#000000]"Came back by your place to grab the revolver... you weren't there, so I thought this would be the next best place to check before I leave."[/color]

Opening her mouth to respond, Ky's voice caught in her throat before she had the chance to form so much as a syllable. Before he left..? And that was when it dawned on her. The quest. He was going- of course he was going. Why wouldn't he..? It was Erin, after all. Four years and nothing really had changed there aside from both of them had become more comfortable in the camp that they didn't need to be at each others side twenty-four seven any longer. Still though.. quests weren't something that could be taken lightly. And even though part of her was now worried about him, she knew better than anyone that he was more than capable of looking after himself, as well as others when it came down to it.

Besides... there was no talking him out of something once he had his mind set on it...

[color=#FF4500]"..come on... I'll set you up with what you need..."[/color] Motioning for him to follow, her eyes flicking across to meet with her brother's. Reaching her hand out, she motioned for him too to follow before eventually giving them both her back. Holding the door open long enough for one of them to catch it behind her; she flicked a switch close to her. The various rows of lights flicking to life in an instant, illuminating the large room and everything that was in it as she took the steps down from the doorway and further into the workspace. Completely non-pulsed as she began past the large towering structure that she had been working on meticulously for the past God knew how many months, [color=#FF4500]"..the new system I'm working on is this way, Beau- so are the firearms I've been experimenting with, babe... you're going to need more ammo than what I showed you if you're taking the revolver with you."[/color]

Beau returned the nod towards Brandon as Ky' vie pulled away, catching the slight tint on her cheeks. It was cute seeing her like this again. Distracted and a little bit more carefree, and as much as he didn't trust Brandon, he was happy for his sister. He had to admit; they made a nice couple. Ky could match Brandon's fire, just like he matched hers. Beau just wondered if they'd managed not to burn each other or everything around them. 

Catching the door behind Ky' vie, Beau, let Brandon pass before he went in himself. His gaze was instantly pulled towards the large structure that took up almost the whole room. His eyes traced over the various panels, wires, and metals that made up this towering invention. Ky had always had a talent of being an extremely productive person, something Beau had always been a bit jealous of. While she was able to lose herself in her work, he was always stuck with a hundred ideas and projects simultaneously. Even now, with everything happening between Ky and Brandon, she seemed more focused than him. 

[color=703642]"Yeah..."[/color] Beau kept his eyes on the stricture, still trying to wrap his mind around his sister's ability to create such amazing things. The woman was like fucking Tony Stark. Beau was sure if Corona and Ky worked together, they might as well create the Iron man suit. 

Beau's attention returned to his sister and Brandon when she mentioned the revolver. So, Brandon was part of the quest? It wasn't a surprise, really. He was more worried about Ky, but by the way, she was either okay with it or just really good at hiding it. Probably the latter, just by the way her words trailed just the slightest. 

Beau suddenly felt like he should leave these two alone, let them say their goodbyes. Too bad both things were in the same place; Tartarus, he hoped it wouldn't get awkward.

It was hard to miss. Even harder for him not to immediately recognize what she was working on. Brandon's eyes lingered as his jaw dropped open slightly, openly staring at the large structure before them. It was only a matter of moments before he shook himself free of his shock at what he was looking at, turning his attention to Ky' vie as he caught up with her. Her use of the pet name causing a slight smile to curve the corners of his lips upward.

[color=000000]"Can it make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs?"[/color] he smirked at Ky' vie, giving the structure one last glance before he moved in closer to Ky' vie, hands still grasping his pack straps.

[color=000000]"That would be great, [i]babe[/i]. Was sure to grab it before I left the cabin, definitely wasn't going to leave without it."[/color] He had more he could have said but figured he'd save Beau from the embarrassment of having to overhear it, chuckling to himself. Brandon's eyes pulled back to the Falcon once more, shaking his head with a slight smirk as he looked it over.

She was crazy. [i]Crazy talented[/i], but holy cow. The things she was capable of never ceased to amaze him. It was one of the many things he admired about the daughter of Hephaestus. One of the things that drew him in. The feeling was almost uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. Ky' vie Morgan. Who'd have thought... [s]definitely not Brandon, that's for sure.[/s]

[color=#FF4500]"..when she's done; you can take her for a spin and we'll find out."[/color]

Head turning, Ky dared a glance back over her shoulder at the man she was responding to. Her dark eyes lingering on Brandon a moment; it was his reaction to her current project though that had her lips turning up in a rather pleased smirk. Despite the fact that he was more into fantasy than he was into sci-fi; she knew enough about her man to know that he appreciated such things as the podracers, and perhaps even more so, the Falcon itself. The franchise that was Star Wars might not have made it to the very top of his list, but-... Well, it was high enough on it that it sometimes turned [i]'Netflix and Chill'[/i] nights into [i]'Netflix and Babe, Why Aren't You Watching..? This Is The Best Part'[/i] nights.

..it was just one of the many things she loved about him...

It also helped to push her work in ways she never exactly dreamed possible. Eyeing him a few moments longer, her mind lingering on all the projects she'd begun designing and making reality purely because he had shown an interest in them, or had managed to somehow pique her interest; Ky eventually turned her attention back to where they were going. Leading both her brother and the son of Ares away from the Millennium Falcon, and instead over to a self-sectioned off area of the level where she'd built walls up to create a more modern work-space environment than that of what they'd already seen. And passing through the open arch that served as the door, she reached out to it. Finger tapping a button on the wall, it was only a moment later that the many monitors she used for her work lit up.

[color=#FF4500]"Okay... lets start with you, Beau."[/color] Smiling softly, glancing back at him as she moved forward, she slowed as she reached a large table in the center of the room. Her body leaning forward slightly, she grabbed a pair of bracelets attached by what looked like circuitry to rings. Slipping them on so the circuitry ran over her palm and up each of her fingers, she tapped the top of the desk before twisting her hand and raising it up; causing the screen to rise up into the air for them all to see, [color=#FF4500]"..so this is what I've been working on for the Falcon. I call her Elthree... for reasons. Anyway; I've taken inspiration from both Star Wars and Marvel for this one- specifically Iron Man, and his A.I Jarvis. The technology itself is a combination of holo-technology and augmented reality; though, I've tried to keep the latter to a minimum. She doesn't talk to you, at least not yet... but I'm still working on her. She should be able to serve you well, especially with planning out your new projects."[/color]

There it was, Beau thought as he saw that little look Ky' vie had whenever she looked at Brandon. It was something he'd thought he'd never seen again, and as much as he had doubts about Brandon, he was happy for them. Beau followed his sister and Brandon, eyes glancing over the various projects and schematics Ky had lying around the place, and as many projects she had, it was a lot more organized than Beau's smaller bunker. 

Bunker 15, the place that Beau had called a second home since he arrived at camp, was a lot smaller than Ky' vie's. He didn't need the space; he wasn't building any Falcons, weapons, or any giant flashy robotics. Beau preferred the art of making over everything else. His creations were often more mundane and abstract; they served no other purpose than to be looked at and admired. Beau had always been intrigued by the idea of building something bigger, something made of metal with circuits and fancy tech that talked to you, but that wasn't him. He already looked like his mother; he didn't actually want to be her. 

And yet, he was going to work on something inspired by her own work. 

Beau's attention was brought back when Ky' vie addressed him, dark eyes moving to the table at the center of the room. He whistled with amazement as he watched his sister place the bracelets on her wrists and twist her hands a certain way before the screen rose before them. Beau, completely amazed, once again, began to circle the table with critical eyes. [color=703642]"You just keep surprising, Ky."[/color] He laughed, watching the bracelets and rings on her hands before moving on to what was on the screen. It was a lot more than Beau had in mind, but he had started to expect the unexpected from his siblings. No one knew what they were capable of.

[color=703642]"I think Elthree will be the perfect tool to help me with what I'll be working on."[/color] Beau nodded, his hand rubbing the stubble under his chin as he leaned in closer to study the screen. A powerful machine and AI like this one would be able to handle what he had been trying to put into paper for the last few weeks, [color=703642]"Is she software or hardware? I'll need to see how I can plug her into my existing system up in my room since my bunker is usually filled with sawdust"[/color] Beau should really get an upgrade in his bunker or find a way to separate his woodwork from the rest of it.

Brandon had been so caught up in the ship itself that he hadn't been paying much attention to what was being said. It wasn't until Ky' vie firmly grasped a handful of his shirt at his chest and began pulling him along that he realized they were moving on to the next room, chuckling softly with a bit of a sheepish grin.

[color=000000]"My bad,"[/color] he muttered, playfully flicking at her hand to let his shirt go as he followed behind her as she wanted him to. Watching her walk away from him a moment before he started to zone out, his mind wandering on about the quest as Beau and Ky' vie spoke. One of the only things he picked up from Ky's words was the name of the AI she created and that there were [i]reasons[/i] she had created her. The thought made him smirk a bit, shaking his head lightly as he quickly pulled his phone out of his back pocket and pulled up his text thread with Erin. 

Sending Erin a quick message telling her where he was and that he shouldn't be long before he was ready to go, he shoved his phone back in his jeans pocket before pulling his gaze back up to the two in front of him. His eyes caught the monitor and really got a look at the A.I. Ky' vie had been talking about. [i]Elthree[/i]. A smirk spread across the young son of Ares' face, stepping closer to better inspect it for himself, standing just behind Beau.

[color=000000]"You really put everyone to shame here at camp, Ky. Elthree didn't talk after they uploaded her neural core into The Falcon's navicomputer, either, but I'm sure you'll have it figured out in no time, Princess."[/color]

Just keep surprising... Put everyone to shame...

The gentle blush that had covered the tops of her cheeks grew brighter; creeping further over her features at the compliments that were thrown her way. Really, she wasn't looking for any kind of praise; and she never expected any either. What she did, she enjoyed. And wasn't that all that mattered..? With the sheer amount of people in camp that enjoyed gaming, or that used computers and other systems in one way or another; didn't it just make sense that she would put her all into maintaining and perfecting the programming and servers that they used so frequently..? It was just part of her job at the camp. But then, could it really be considered a job when it was something she simply enjoyed doing..? Or was it more of a hobby..? She wasn't sure.

[color=#FF4500]"..heh, please... it's like you with you creating a masterpiece out of wood, or you with a blade in your hand..."[/color] Shaking her head lightly, Ky's dark gaze flicked back and forth between the both of them as she spoke. And biting down gently on her lower lip, chewing on it a moment, her features softened. Giving a light, almost dismissive shrug of her shoulders in response. Brushing it off, perhaps even a little shyly, [color=#FF4500]"..it's just in my nature to create these things. I'm nothing special, I know that. Besides, there's [i]so[/i] many things I can't do that others here in this camp can..."[/color]

Hand drawing up, she lightly brushed some of her long and wavy red locks back. Neatly tucking them behind her ear before she began to remove the circuitry bracelets and rings from herself; and instead passing them over to her brother with a soft smile so that he could test it out for himself, [color=#FF4500]"She's a mixture of both hardware and software; so when we do integrate her into your existing system, we might have to do a small upgrade, but for the most part, you should be right. As for the sawdust though... we can work around it. What I'll do is install the same holo-tech that I have in this table, into your new desk. This way, you can use it like you would right here. But I'll also install a regular screen over your workspace so you can use that if you ever wish to. Easy enough to get you a dust-proof screen or two."[/color]

Beau nodded along as Ky explained what she had in mind. His brows pulled together, watching her remove the bracelets and rings before taking them and trying them on himself. Careful with the wires and circuits, Beau slipped on the machinery on himself. An almost childish smile spread over his features; it was like opening a brand new toy, except the toy was probably worth thousands of dollars. With now the system secured on his hands, Beau twisted his wrist, much like his sister had, to test the holo program. 

[color=703642]"Holy fucks, Ky, this is so [i]cool[/i]!"[/color] He almost wanted to laugh, would have if Brandon wasn't here watching them. 

Right. 

[color=703642]"You should help Bran out; I'll stay here and play around with Elthree and see what she can do before we get started on the transferring and all the fun stuff."[/color] He glanced over to Bran, giving the guy a small nod before returning his attention to Ky. [color=703642]"Promise I won't break anything."[/color] If he did, she'd probably chop off his head and use it to decorate one of her machines.

[color=#FF4500]"..you better not break anything... else I'll unleash my vector on you."[/color]

Narrowing her eyes on her brother; it was nevertheless clear as day that Ky was merely joking with him. The small, though playful smirk that danced across her bright lips was more then enough evidence of that. Besides... she knew Beau well enough to know that he'd never intentionally break anything she made. And if something ever did happen to break, then it wasn't his fault; it was hers. Clearly. And she needed to re-think the design and durability of her creation.

Turning her attention after another moment or two to the other man in the room, she reached out. Giving a light tug on his sleeve in order to first get his attention before motioning for him to follow. Whether she liked it or not, Brandon was going on this quest, and there was nothing she could do about it, really, other than make sure that he was as prepared for whatever it was that got thrown their way. And honestly, that could be anything. Quests were dangerous. She knew that from personal experience, and if she didn't have her step-mother and legacy looking out for her the way that Aglaea did, she'd also have the physical scars as proof. Leading her favorite son of Ares away from her brother, through an open arch off to the side of her tech room, Ky lifted her hand as she approached another door. Reinforced. Steel- it was clear that even when she was in her workspace, she didn't want others getting into this particular section without her supervision.

Pressing her palm against the screen beside it, waiting a moment or two for it to accept her palm; Ky's attention turned to the door as it opened. And stepping to the side, she motioned for Bran to go in ahead of her, [color=#FF4500]"..welcome to my personal weaponry... Let's get you fitted out for your quest, yeah..?"[/color]

[color=000000]"Somehow I really don't think [i]unleashing your vector[/i] on him is that much of a threat,"[/color] he chuckled softly, eyes lingering on the device on Beau's wrist. The wonders of Ky' vie Morgan never ceased to impress him. Bran made a mental note to ask her about Elthree later and see if he couldn't also check out the A.I. up close and personal. For now, his attention was turned back to the daughter of Hephaestus as she tugged at his sleeve, giving her a light smile before turning to follow her.

The few times Brandon had been down in her section of Bunker 9, he'd seen the reinforced steel door a time or two and of course, his curiosity had been peaked. The fact Ky was going to open it up and reveal it's contents had Brandon excited, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that hit once the door finally opened up. His jaw clenched tight in an attempt to keep it from hitting the floor as he stared in awe at the room full of weapons, hesitantly pushing himself further into the brightly lit room while his eyes wandered over every last one. If there was a moment he could choose to die, it'd be right now. Brandon Murphy was in heaven.

[color=000000]"Alright, [i]Tonya Stark[/i],"[/color] he said to her without turning his eyes from the room or hardly even turning to face her behind him, [color=000000]"First the Falcon, now this? ...I think I'm in love."[/color] Bran chuckled softly, wandering over to one of the walls with a few rifles hanging from it to take one down. Holding out the Amethi AK-203 aimed down at the floor with one hand, the young man twisted it around to check it out before bringing the stock firmly against his shoulder to take aim with both hands now on the gun.

Like a kid in a candy shop, Brandon couldn't wipe the huge grin on his face as he slowly dropped the weapon from his shoulder and hung it back in it's place. He knew what he'd want to take along with him, but he was curious to know what she had in mind for him. Eyes still wandering around the room, Bran turned his head as he spoke to Ky. [color=000000]"You spoil me. Seriously, this.."[/color] He couldn't even finish his sentence. He was in heaven.

The son of Ares' eyes landed on a .22 rifle, tilting his head as his mind began to run. A .22 would more than likely kill the damned bird... though a tranq gun might come in handy if Thunder Thighs and Feather Brain couldn't help on the bird-front. Turning his attention to Ky' vie now, his brow raised slightly. [color=000000]"We're headed to Rome to retrieve this damn [i]pigeon[/i]. Bringing along Carlos, Spencer, Tyler, Zeru with Erin and I. If Zeru and Tyler can't manage to put two halves of an idiot together to get the bird.. I'll have to step in. A .22 round would kill the thing, though. Have any tranq guns with a dosage low enough to not kill it?"[/color]

Three... four... [i]Six[/i] names. There were so many of them going on this quest- it wasn't something that happened very often, and there was a good damn reason as to why. It was dangerous. Demigods were like a lure; and those who were children of the big three..? They were a lure with their own theme music and gigantic glowing neon signs pointed in their general direction. Having a large group of demigods gathering outside of the safety barrier of the camp was literally just inviting trouble. It was like holding your arms out and screaming your location to the sky. Just daring the monsters to come and try their luck at you.

[color=#FF4500]"..I think I have just the thing..."[/color]

Pushing the worrying thoughts towards the back of her mind - she didn't need to dwell on them at the moment, she'd do it later - Ky' vie finally stepped into the room. Her dark gaze raking over the various shelves for a moment; she wandered past him. Her hands reaching out and body leaning over slightly as she pulled open one of the lower draws. Removing from it a large and rather weighted silver case, Ky turned and placed it down on the top of the island cabinet. Flicking the locks before opening it for him to see the gun that was held inside of it, [color=#FF4500]"[i]This[/i]... is a tranquilizer rifle. It's a seventy-one centimetre rifled barrel with an eleven millimetre bore; and the range on it is between one and sixty metres. As for the darts..."[/color]

Her foot sliding back, pulling her body with her slightly as she took the chance to glance at the draws on that particular side of the island bench; Ky' vie eventually pulled one of them open. Taking out a smaller, wooden case which she placed down beside the first. Only using a single hand to open this one, however, [color=#FF4500]"..I [i]think[/i] this dosage should be okay- it's the standard for medium to small sized birds; but then again, this isn't a normal everyday dove. So we won't actually know it's effective until you manage to hit it."[/color]

The look on her face said it all. Of course the mention of six demigods going on a quest together was just asking for trouble. All that attention... the larger the number, the bigger the target. Maybe they'd interpreted the prophecy wrong and maybe only three were meant to go and they stood against three who were truly behind the theft of the goddess' symbol. Or 4x2, or even 5x1. For all 6 of them to be going was still something that was weighing on Bran, as well. He couldn't blame Ky if the news made her feel some type of way. He just wasn't about to say no to a challenge, even if it got him killed in the end. His best friend's life was on the line, and his father was the one threatening it. If anyone had a right to feel guilty over the position she was in or entitled to personally seeing this to the end, it was gonna be Brandon.

It wasn't until Ky brought out the silver case that his feet slowly began to carry him around the island counter till he was standing behind her off to the side a bit, taking a peek at the case as the girl before him talked. After she pulled the second case out, Bran took a step closer and finally removed his thumbs from his pack straps, slipping his hands over her waist gently as he stood behind her and looked over everything laid out before them, nodding his head. [color=000000]"This should do. Hopefully it does the job with the first go, if not.. that's what a second round's for."[/color] The son of Ares chuckled softly, pulling his hands from her waist to instead place them on her shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze.

[color=000000]"With the lot of us, should make quick work of this. I don't see why it shouldn't be a piece of cake."[/color] Bran's thumbs rubbed over the back of her neck with his hands still holding onto her shoulders, taking a look down at the daughter of Hephaestus. [color=000000]"What do I owe you in return?"[/color]

The feeling of his fingers working into her skin; a soft hum fell past the open seam of her lips. Her body falling back lightly, leaning gently against his own as his words played in her mind. What did he owe her..?

[color=#FF4500]"..nothing..."[/color]

The response slipping from her mouth without so much as a second thought, it was a few moments longer before Ky' vie turned in his arms. Her dark gaze drawing up to meet with his as she brought her hands to his sides. Fingers curling gently, [color=#FF4500]"..just-... just make sure you come home- you [i]better[/i] fucking come home, Bran...  but..."[/color]

Hesitating a moment, her eyes searching his, she continued on. Her voice a little softer than before, [color=#FF4500]"..I mean... if you did want to pay me back, I won't stop you... we both know what I want..."[/color]

[color=000000]"Well, there's always an upside to having a child of Hades for a best friend. If I die, you know damn well she'd drag my ass back from the Underworld. I'm not getting out of this life easy so long as she's around,"[/color] Bran smirks, chuckling softly as his eyes fall down to her hands at his sides. Peaking towards the door momentarily to check that Beau wasn't standing within view, Bran turned back to Ky a moment before leaning down, pressing his lips to hers lightly.

[color=000000]"Hey, while I'm gone.. do you think you could look after Bolin for me? I'd ask Octavia or Elias, but he just doesn't listen to anyone the way he listens to you...for.. whatever reason."[/color] Bran shakes his head with a smirk, tilting his head at her. [color=000000]"If it's too much, I know Brynn would watch him. Bolin misses his girlfriend Shea,"[/color] he laughed at that, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of loose hair behind her ear. [color=000000]"If you [i]could[/i] though, I'd appreciate it. I'd owe you double."[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"You don't even have to ask; it's a given."[/color] Of course she'd look after Bolin- did he really expect that she'd do anything less..? Sure the canine could be a little bit of a shithead, especially when he was in one of his more playful moods, but... she loved that dog just as much as she loved Brandon. Even when that meant she had to chase him around the cabin to get her bra's back after he'd stolen them from her laundry, [color=#FF4500]"I'll take good care of him just like I always do, you know that."[/color]

[color=000000]"Thanks, gorgeous."[/color] Bran flashed her a charming grin before checking his watch, the slightest hint of a frown touching the corners of his lips. His eyes turning up to meet with hers once more before he gently dropped his hands from hers and stepped around her to step in front of the case with the rifle inside, making sure all the clips to the case were secure. Pulling his pack off from his back, he quickly unzipped the thing and shoved the small wooden box down into it on top of his things. Once everything was secured he slipped his pack back on and pulled the case from the table, holding it at his side as he turned to face Ky' vie again. 

[color=000000]"Better head top-side. Don't wanna be late."[/color] Bran stepped towards the door before coming to a stop again, looking at her. [color=000000]"I don't imagine you'll be seeing me off. I know you got a lot on your plate. So, I'll uh... I'll see you later, yeah?"[/color]

And just like that, he was going again. It wasn't the first time for either of them- they were both veterans when it came to questing; coming and going probably more than most of the other in the camp, but...

[color=#FF4500]"..Brandon, wait..."[/color] Turning on the spot, Ky's long red locks brushed over her back as she reached out. Her hand taking a gentle though firm hold of his free one before he could get too far away from her. [i]It still sucked[/i]. Stepping forward to meet with him as she urged him to turn back around; she met her lips to his. Allowing them to linger, fingers curling against his palm a moment, before she began to move her hands between them. Removing a band from around her wrist, to instead slip it around his own. Explaining only once she drew back for a breath [color=#FF4500]"..you need me, for anything - more ammo, back up, a ride; [i]anything[/i] - you bloody well call me... an' if you find yourself in a bind, press the button on the wristband... it summons Stormbreaker..."[/color]

His attempt to turn and head off was cut short. His attention quickly snapped to his wrist as the girl transferred over the wristband, raising a brow as he brought his gaze up to meet hers. Though he knew she meant well and that she cared for him, Bran wasn't about to get all mushy. Instead, he took a rather different approach, though still joking around with her in an attempt to keep the mood light. [color=000000]"What? Don't think I can handle myself, mm?"[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"I know you can."[/color] Shaking her head lightly, her voice cutting over his before he could finish his sentence; Ky' vie gave him a small, half-hearted smile. Gently squeezing his hand as she held his gaze, [color=#FF4500]"..which is why I'm not kickin' up a big stink 'bout you goin' without me. This is the only way I can help you, babe; at least for the moment. So, I'm gunna give you the best I got. And when you get home..."[/color] 

Pausing a moment, her smile widening slightly, she gave him a playful wink, [color=#FF4500]"..I'll give you the best of what my lingerie draw has; might have bought something you haven't seen yet..."[/color]

[i]Babe[/i]. There it was again. Part of Brandon wanted to tell her to stop calling him that, though of course it one point he had but she just ignored him and used it anyway. Probably because she knew it annoyed him, at first.. though as time went on it seemed to just be a norm for her to use the term. Something Bran had grown kind of fond of hearing, though he'd never admit to it. It being part of the reason why he wished she would stop.

Nothing about what they were or what they did was exactly [i]official[/i]. More of an unspoken agreement than anything. [color=000000]"Yeah, no."[/color] Bran chuckled softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze back before letting go to lift it up to take hold of her chin lightly as he stared down into her eyes. [color=000000]"Think I've seen you in just about every little number you've got, princess. You know whatever you've got won't stay on long, anyways. Especially being gone a whole week? Mm. You'll be lucky if they're still in tact by the time I'm through with you."[/color]

Bran chuckled softly, staring into her eyes another moment or two before he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers one last time. Pulling back, the son of Ares readjusted his backpack strap and gave her a look. [color=000000]"Stay out of trouble while I'm gone."[/color]

[color=#FF4500]"..always."[/color]

Hands falling back down to her sides, this time she made no move to follow after him. Her soft smile slowly fading from her lips as she continued to watch him. She couldn't keep him any longer than she already had. He had to get moving- the sooner they left, the sooner they were able to come back, [color=#FF4500]"Just... be careful..."[/color]

Brandon simply nodded. He didn't have anything more to say. At least nothing worth saying. If he said any more he was afraid he'd be held up even longer. They had a tendency to do that, from time to time. As if seeing who would be the one to have the last word. The thought made him laugh. Today, though, she'd have it.

Giving her one last reassuring grin, Bran turned his back to her and pushed his way out of the bunker, hitting the button for the elevator doors. There was no wait as the double doors slid open, allowing for the son of Ares to step inside and press the button for the ground level. The doors hesitated a few seconds before closing in front of him, bringing him up towards the surface. A deep sigh escaped him as he stared down at his shoes. A long week was ahead of them.[/color]