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[color=Silver]Could this day get any worse..?

First she was losing Brandon to a damn pigeon; and now-...? Lost in her own mind; Ky’ vie let out a heavy sigh. The soft little beeps and chirps from her Vector as it attempted to gain her attention, though it was doing little more than falling on deaf ears as she absentmindedly spun her pencil. Her gaze staring blankly at nothing in particular. 

Work was supposed to be a distraction- something to help get her mind off of the worry that had been tugging at the end of her every thought. There were just so many names being called- too many names for it to be something so easily mistaken as trouble from some simple childish pranks around the camp. No. They were being sent out. And along with the campers already going out on this big quest-... There were just so many of them… and there were just so many things that could go wrong. It wasn’t as though it was a secret; it was simple fact and common knowledge.

More demigods equaled more danger.

Snapped back to reality by the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her; forced back from her thoughts, Ky’ vie sat herself up. Her lips parting slightly at the seam as she gazed towards the main part of her workspace. More visitors..? Her siblings she expected; Brandon she understood… but who the hell else managed to make their way into the bunker..?

Placing her pencil down on the table as she twisted on the stool; she slid off it and back onto her feet. Surprise crossing over her features as she let herself follow the sound of her name, only to have her gaze fall upon the figure of one of her best friends, [color=#FF4500]“..Brynn..? How the fuck did you get in here..?”[/color]

It wasn't long before Brynn could see just how different Corona's and Ky'vie's work spaces were. Where Rona's level seemed to be strewn with several blueprints, tools and a good handful of unfinished projects, Ky's level seemed to have a certain kind of order to it. Everything seemed to be laid out in it's own special place. Sure there were a few, what seemed, forgotten things littering the work tables.. but you definitely wouldn't have trouble finding what you were looking for, though she was sure there was some method to Rona's bunker level madness.

The dark-haired daughter of Athena was busy eyeing the exceptionally large spaceship that filled up quite a bit of space in the room she was in when she picked up footsteps approaching, turning her head still eyeing the ship a moment longer before they too followed, landing on Ky'vie. [i]She was right.[/i] A wide smile spread across the girls lips, mouth opening a bit as she began to say something but Ky beat her to the punch, quickly shutting her mouth again. Brynn bit down on her lower lip shyly, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear before she spoke up.

[color=#B6876B]"Oh, well... your sister brought Pierre and I down to her level, and I.. well, I heard the news and just wanted to, you know, come check on you. Made a calculated guess. Since there are only fifty floors, there was only one thing to do. Flip your favorite number, obviously."[/color] The brunette shrugged her shoulders, slipping her hands into her back pockets as her eyes began to wander around the room again.

[color=#B6876B]"Honestly, I think I'm a little hurt that your sister who I hardly know invited me here first before you invited me."[/color] Brynn once more turned her grey eyes on her best friend, giving her a playful sneer.

[color=#FF4500]“Don' read too far into it. I haven' even let Grey down here.”[/color] Relaxing, visibly, as she slipped her hands around and down into the back pockets of her shorts; Ky' vie made her way forward. Closing the gap between her and one of her two best friends. Of course Rona, of all people, would be the one to let Brynn loose in the bunker; not that it was a bad thing. Hell, the company was nice to have, especially at the moment, [color=#FF4500]“..woulda done it eventually... but I will admit it's nice you're here.”[/color]

[color=#B6876B]"It's alright, I know it's not personal. Even if you never did, I wouldn't mind. You know that."[/color] Brynn flashed Ky a small smile, turning her eyes back to the projects around her. [color=#B6876B]"So, what's been your latest obsession?"[/color]

[color=#FF4500]“Elthree - my artificial intelligence...”[/color] A small smile crossing over her lips; Ky' vie's eyes seemed to sparkle slightly as she answered the question. Her passion for her work shining through as she spoke to her friend about one of the things she loved most, [color=#FF4500]“..she's is my next step when it comes to finishing up the Falcon. But she's going to be far more diverse than just that. Beau is going to help test out her limits as a more personable A.I - kinda like Jarvis from Iron Man.”[/color]

Brynn's eyebrows raised at the mention of Ky's most recent project. The progress she'd made on it and where she planned to take it, it all sounded like so much fun to work on. A bit of a smirk crept up on Brynn's lips at the thought of the A.I.'s name. Since getting into Star Wars, she must have just gone off on a mission to create everything she possibly could from the movies. The one thing she was most surprised not to see was a blaster or two, knowing her friend well enough to know she loved firearms. Perhaps she had one and just had it tucked away somewhere. Hell, she wouldn't put it past her.

[color=#B6876B]"That's really cool. Fully-functioning A.I. in [i]the Falcon[/i]. It's too bad they couldn't make it work in the movies like that. Poor Elthree. She was my favorite from the Solo movie."[/color]

Brynn turned her gaze back to her friend, a playful smile forming on her face. [color=#B6876B]"You made Elthree but not Jarvis.. you sure you're okay? Maybe it's a bit stuffy down here and you need some air."[/color] Brynn giggled softly, her features lighting up as she joked with her best friend.

Chuckling softly, her head shaking causing her long vibrant red locks to sway lightly with the action; Ky' vie show her friend a look. A definite smirk playing over her dark red lips, [color=#FF4500]“[i]Oh, please[/i]... who said I haven't made Jarvis..?”[/color]

Arm lifting into the gap between them; she let her fingers curl and uncurl a few times. Beckoning for the girl to follow after her as began off back towards the area of her workspace that she'd actually been occupying before Brynn's arrival had caught her attention. Her hand making a half-hearted motion towards the screens littered around the computer lab, [color=#FF4500]“If you want to be technical about it... no. I haven't physically made an A.I by that name; but when you think a little deeper though, you'll actually come to the realization that I [i]have[/i] made him. In order to get Elthree to function in the way that I need her to for my current project; I'm merging concepts from both Star Wars and Marvel to get the desired outcome...”[/color]

Reaching her hand forward, her fingers danced lightly over the keyboard. The practiced strokes bringing the coding that she'd done up so that Brynn could take a look at it should she wish to, [color=#FF4500]“He's there, just in the skeleton of Elthree... when the time comes that I need him; all I have to do is duplicate those parts and piece him together.”[/color]

Brynn smirked lightly, shaking her head at the red-haired girl as she followed her friend deeper into her workspace. The young daughter of Athena watched her friend work her magic over her shoulder, watching the screen as she spoke. Well, of course technically speaking the programming could just as easily fit to be Jarvis with a simple modification to the A.I.'s name. Brynn chuckled softly, coming up behind her friend to rest her chin on her shoulder to look at her creation.

[color=#B6876B]"Technicalities."[/color] Stepping back and away from Ky, she playfully jabbed her in her side with her finger with a giggle. [color=#B6876B]"I think you take this nerd stuff way too seriously. Don't get me wrong, it's very interesting. I just.. don't understand the whole... [i]obsession[/i] behind it."[/color] There was a short pause as Brynn looked at her friend before she spoke again, adding, [color=#B6876B]"Then again, what you guys geek out over is kind of like me with different types of weapons, I suppose."[/color]  Brynn sheepishly half-smiled at her friend.

Obsession was such a strong word... enthusiastically passionate was a far kinder way of putting it. But either way, she wasn't about to hold it against the girl- she never could. Especially since, at this point anyway, it was more like playful banter between siblings. A soft chuckle passing through her dark red lips; Ky' vie turned herself around on the spot. Body falling back until she was resting against the edge of the table that housed a decent amount of her equipment, she folded her arms over her chest. Giving her friend a gentle smile and a light shrug of her shoulders.

[color=#FF4500]“I dunno; I guess it's just... hard to explain... but then, my [i]'obsessions'[/i], as you put it, are very different from either of my brothers. So... I get your point.”[/color]

The gentle buzzing of her phone in her pocket calling for her attention; Ky straightened up slightly. Her lips parting ever slightly at the seam first before she reached into jacket, pulling it out so that she could glance over the message that popped over on the screen. A retrieval quest she might be interested in..? Brow quirking lightly as she read over the text for a second time; she let her gaze draw back over to Brynn, [color=#FF4500]“Hey... you have any clue about this retrieval quest that Grey's meant to be going on..? He just text me saying I might be interested in joining...”[/color]

Greyson was going on a quest..? Was the first she heard of it. The girl shook her head as she glanced at Ky's phone before fishing out her own. [i]No texts had been received[/i].

[color=#B6876B]"No. I didn't even know he was going out on a quest."[/color] Brynn's brow furrowed as she stood there wondering what the quest could be that Ky would be interested in. There were a number of possibilities. Folding her arms over her chest, Brynn raised an eyebrow at Ky.

[color=#B6876B]"Wanna go see what's up? He's probably already at the cabin if he's texting you. That, or they're on the move and he's trying to pull you in last second."[/color]

Okay... so, Brynn knew nothing about what was going on either. At least they were on equal footing when it came to information, or, to put it more accurately, the lack there of. Nodding her head lightly, the stray strands of her long, vibrant red locks falling down over her features; Ky' vie gave a light tap against the lock button on the side of her phone. Slipping it back into the recesses of her jacket pocket as she pushed herself away from where she'd been leaning, [color=#FF4500]“..yeah... Yeah. Let's go find out what's going on. Can't say the bloke hasn't caught my attention, that's for sure."[/color]

Tearing her gaze away from the girl, though only long enough to look about the monitors and take the necessary amount of steps to close the distance between where she was and where the light switch was; she reached forward and flicked them off, [color=#FF4500]“Who knows... maybe he's finally whisking me away to England where I can get my engineering hands on that Royal carriage that belongs to his grandma.”[/color]
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