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Placeholder for me and Dingo's collab as I have a feeling that we won't finish it by Friday. And if we do, no harm done.
Sorry, can't spell alien names to save my life.
Not the Asgard core. That would be quite impossible to recreate given that it was the legacy of the Asgard race, all there technology and knowledge. I meant is there a human made recreation based on the tech that went into the original of course being of significantly less power than the Asgard version.
While we're on the subject of alien technologies integrated into the system does the Langford have a ZPM?
Not the Asgard core. That would be quite impossible to recreate given that it was the legacy of the Asgard race, all there technology and knowledge. I meant is there a human made recreation based on the tech that went into the original of course being of significantly less power than the Asgard version.
While we're on the subject of alien technologies integrated into the system does the Langford have a ZPM?
Does the Langford have an Asgard based knowledge core like was installed on the Odyssey shortly before the destruction of the Asgard home workd Arila?
Has he tried a different access point like a library or school computer? Assuming this is a problem with his server and not his account directly.
Since you seem to have contact you could offer to act as a voice piece posting whatever he needs posted in his name, as long as you're comfortable with that.
Since you seem to have contact you could offer to act as a voice piece posting whatever he needs posted in his name, as long as you're comfortable with that.
I'm good to collab. Dingo, I believe that it is your turn.
Why don't you send it to me, I could give you a hand.
The girl took no head of Peter's warning about frostbite. He hadn't been joking. He could feel that it was already minus ten degrees Celsius and still dropping. He had a sense that it would settle around minus forty but that wasn't a temperature that any camper without an ancestor in ice should be dealing with.
The girl took a seat next to Peter. "Oh you poor thing..." She caught his eyes and her voice was warm and inviting like the warmest summer's day, it stirred an early memory of the smell of apple pie on a warm on a summer's day just starting to turn to autumn. He remembered a woman in a yellow kitchen setting a pie on the windowsill to cool. Peter bit down on his lip and the memory vanished. Perhaps it was just the nervous tick but he had the strange feeling that the girl opposite him was using charm speak. She looked to be a child of Aphrodite after all. The mild pain kept him centered.
She brushed the tears away from his face. They froze on her fingers but she didn't seem to take any notice. She smiled sweetly. "I'll tell you a secret...The cold doesn't really bother me. Some of my family? Now, they can unleash a frozen hell like that!-..." She snapped her fingers and the sound reverberated around the cabin. "And that's for something as simple as borrowing a toga without asking..! They are so touchy..."
The girl had to be talking about the gods. She must have been one of the demigods that had more contact with them. She had to be in order to refer to them as family, something that most demigods only applied to there immediate parent and only very grudgingly.
Peter though about telling the girl what was troubling him. He could talk about what had happened with Erin and why that had been such a big deal. He could have talked about Marcus and his untimely demise. He could have talked about his isolation within the camp. There were a thousand different thoughts that ran through his head constantly that fueled this storm but could he really confide about any of it to her. She was a child of Aphrodite. They weren't known for there caring and while exceptions weren't uncommon he couldn't be sure that this one wasn't just looking for the latest gossip. Whatever else she seemed a bit air headed.
She fetched a blanket from another bed and wrapped it around his shoulder. In reality neither of them should really be here, let alone messing with the place settings. Artimas' cabin was sacred. "Now, why don't you take a deep breath dear and tell Jessie what's troubling you..." she said sweetly pulling his hair back from his face so she could see him properly. "You never know, I might just be able to help you out." Jessica, that was her name and while Peter found it a little creepy how she referred to herself in the third person he could use someone to talk too. What was he thinking, of course he was thinking selfishly. She shouldn't stay here. He didn't want to be the cause of someone else's frostbitten death.
"Just some trouble at lunch, the storm will calm itself eventually. You really shouldn't stay here. I don't think you understand just how cold it is going to get. He placed his hands forward and closed them. When he opened his palms a little ice made ballerina was sitting on his palms. It wasn't really using his powers that caused him problems, it was stopping once it had begun. "It's going to get so cold in here that water will freeze in minutes. I'll be okay but I don't think it's healthy for you to be here."
The girl took a seat next to Peter. "Oh you poor thing..." She caught his eyes and her voice was warm and inviting like the warmest summer's day, it stirred an early memory of the smell of apple pie on a warm on a summer's day just starting to turn to autumn. He remembered a woman in a yellow kitchen setting a pie on the windowsill to cool. Peter bit down on his lip and the memory vanished. Perhaps it was just the nervous tick but he had the strange feeling that the girl opposite him was using charm speak. She looked to be a child of Aphrodite after all. The mild pain kept him centered.
She brushed the tears away from his face. They froze on her fingers but she didn't seem to take any notice. She smiled sweetly. "I'll tell you a secret...The cold doesn't really bother me. Some of my family? Now, they can unleash a frozen hell like that!-..." She snapped her fingers and the sound reverberated around the cabin. "And that's for something as simple as borrowing a toga without asking..! They are so touchy..."
The girl had to be talking about the gods. She must have been one of the demigods that had more contact with them. She had to be in order to refer to them as family, something that most demigods only applied to there immediate parent and only very grudgingly.
Peter though about telling the girl what was troubling him. He could talk about what had happened with Erin and why that had been such a big deal. He could have talked about Marcus and his untimely demise. He could have talked about his isolation within the camp. There were a thousand different thoughts that ran through his head constantly that fueled this storm but could he really confide about any of it to her. She was a child of Aphrodite. They weren't known for there caring and while exceptions weren't uncommon he couldn't be sure that this one wasn't just looking for the latest gossip. Whatever else she seemed a bit air headed.
She fetched a blanket from another bed and wrapped it around his shoulder. In reality neither of them should really be here, let alone messing with the place settings. Artimas' cabin was sacred. "Now, why don't you take a deep breath dear and tell Jessie what's troubling you..." she said sweetly pulling his hair back from his face so she could see him properly. "You never know, I might just be able to help you out." Jessica, that was her name and while Peter found it a little creepy how she referred to herself in the third person he could use someone to talk too. What was he thinking, of course he was thinking selfishly. She shouldn't stay here. He didn't want to be the cause of someone else's frostbitten death.
"Just some trouble at lunch, the storm will calm itself eventually. You really shouldn't stay here. I don't think you understand just how cold it is going to get. He placed his hands forward and closed them. When he opened his palms a little ice made ballerina was sitting on his palms. It wasn't really using his powers that caused him problems, it was stopping once it had begun. "It's going to get so cold in here that water will freeze in minutes. I'll be okay but I don't think it's healthy for you to be here."
Hey I was looking through the first post and I found this:
Peter has ice powers, he's the son of Boreas, the North Wind. He's in the Hermes cabin because there aren't any others that personify ice. Except maybe the Hades Cabin but it has already been established that he didn't know Erin or Adam till they met in the kitchens so that's out.
Vicier said
Peter Thorn ~ Son of Hermes.
Peter has ice powers, he's the son of Boreas, the North Wind. He's in the Hermes cabin because there aren't any others that personify ice. Except maybe the Hades Cabin but it has already been established that he didn't know Erin or Adam till they met in the kitchens so that's out.
In case you couldn't tell the Deku Scrub family that Alex is sitting next to is Teruk's.
Alex pushed the door to the Milk Bar open. She'd spent the morning since leaving Rissie enjoying the attractions of the Carnival of Time and cutting purse strings. People were far to liberal with there rupees this time of year with so many flashing lights and attractive displays everyone's wallet became open to whatever vendor they were standing in front of. Alex was disappointed to find that because of this she was mostly finding blue (5), yellow (10), and red (20) rupees. She'd given up after an hour or so only being about fifty rupees richer (her current total at 104 rupees).
Alex had decided that work could wait. She was well off enough for the moment and the Prince of Ikana and his speech was coming soon. Everyone needed a day off every now and then including Alex's worn out Uncle. Mathias had a tenancy to over work himself. When he was in his prime he was perhaps one of the most impressive thieves that Termina had ever since but since his age had started to cost him he'd used his connections to become a very influential middle man for those that could still work the field. He fenced merchandise, found targets and clients as well as having a great deal of advice for those just starting off. That is not to say that he was all heart. If you used Mathias' information he expected a cut of the profits. Not even his adopted niece was above that rule.
As she had expected Mathias was downing a glass of Milk while outlying the defenses of some building schematic. The cartography was expertly done but Alex wasn't interested at the moment. "Uncle Matt," She said approaching him from behind. It was only the amateurs that jumped at noises and hurriedly hide whatever it was that they were working on. Mathias was much smoother than that. He made a succinct turn in his chair at the same time sweeping the building diagram into his pocket so that she couldn't get a closer look.
"Changed your mind about a job?" he asked with a sort of growl that said she was interrupting something. Despite his age of nearly fifty Mathias' long face showed no sign of grey hair either in the stuff that he kept at a military length on his head or the stubble that was forming a mustache and beard. He could easily be mistaken for someone ten years younger and he still had the strength of a middle aged man plus a lot of muscle gained over many hard years from his work.
"No," said Alex she said shaking her head slightly as though she was shaking the notion of working today off her shoulder. "I can work every other day of the year. Today I'm takin' a break and so should you. The Prince of Ikana is arrivin' today to give a speech. Ain'tcha gonna watch?"
"Mathias turned back to the bar. "Why would I want to see a thing like that?" He asked gruffly.
"Oi, don't play games with Matt. You're favorite story is 'bout robbin' the Ikana palace itself an' takin' that coin from the King's room."
It was an age old story that Mathias had loved to tell to Alex and Ali. He had been seventeen when the gates of Ikana had opened and welcomed warriors to its ranks. He'd gone seeking glory but it became clear to him that he didn't belong among the knights. There followed a long adventure of room jumping and tower climbing which Alex suspected Mathias had mostly made up. She couldn't really be sure how much of the story was true but in the end he'd taken a piece of Ikanan gold and turned it into a pendant that he wore around his neck. It was this robbery that had forced him to take refuge in Pirate's Landing. Even thirty years later he still told the story. "Don't ya wanna see the Prince you robbed blind?" She asked, again she didn't know if it was true but she knew that Mathias' pride would force him to accept her challenge.
"Alright you win," he growled "Nasty little con artist." he muttered under his breath.
"Eh," she said cockily. "I learned from the best."
Twenty minutes later Alex and Mathias were standing on the outskirts of the crowd that blocked the parade from view. "Well this ain't no good." she said to herself. "Uncle Matt, I'm goin' ta scale one of these building. Get a better view. I'll throw ya down a rope when I'm done." Mathias grunted something about being able to climb himself. To a lot of people Mathias was intimidating but years of following his footsteps and learning his skills had given Alex a certain amount of his manner made all the more frightening by the fact that she didn't have his large form to back it up. Mathias could be deadly but he'd always had a soft spot for her. After all he'd practically raised her and Ali.
It didn't take Alex long to get up the building, climbing up rough bricks and holes and balconies. When she got to the top she wasn't surprised to find a small crowd of Deku Scrubs and a few children to whom the art of climbing had not yet been lost. Paying them very little mind Alex reached into her bag and untied the rope that kept her bedroll together and tied it around a chimney. After checking to make sure the knot and the chimney were stable Alex called down to Mathias that it was safe. Though Mathias might have lost some of his finesse to age he was just as strong as ever. Mathias used the rope and the wall to finally haul himself onto the roof with Alex and the family of Deku scrubs. He dislodged a tile or too on his ascent but they didn't land on anyone.
"Ya gettin' slow old man." She said to him smiling as she helped pull him onto the roof. He rolled his eyes as her before they settled next to the Scrubs to watch the procession in front of them. Alex couldn't help but be impressed. She didn't have any political opinions of the closing of the Ikanan gates and so was content to watch the procession with its rich ornamental armor parade itself through the streets. As a con artist Alex knew this kind of trick. This was what her people generally called the bedazzle, it went by other names but it was the opening stage of a con were you attracted the mark or marks with a flashy show and impressed them with a fancy dinner or a wondrous estate to the point that they would believe anything you said. With a long lost nation coming back into play it wasn't exactly the same thing but similar rules applied to the political table that did the confidence trade. A good portion of con artists that Alex knew could make excellent politicians if they had a better background.
"Impressive," said Alex to Mathias nodding at the parade of knights. " Almost enough of a glamour show ta make peoples forget that we've not heard a peep from em for the last twenty five years."
Alex had decided that work could wait. She was well off enough for the moment and the Prince of Ikana and his speech was coming soon. Everyone needed a day off every now and then including Alex's worn out Uncle. Mathias had a tenancy to over work himself. When he was in his prime he was perhaps one of the most impressive thieves that Termina had ever since but since his age had started to cost him he'd used his connections to become a very influential middle man for those that could still work the field. He fenced merchandise, found targets and clients as well as having a great deal of advice for those just starting off. That is not to say that he was all heart. If you used Mathias' information he expected a cut of the profits. Not even his adopted niece was above that rule.
As she had expected Mathias was downing a glass of Milk while outlying the defenses of some building schematic. The cartography was expertly done but Alex wasn't interested at the moment. "Uncle Matt," She said approaching him from behind. It was only the amateurs that jumped at noises and hurriedly hide whatever it was that they were working on. Mathias was much smoother than that. He made a succinct turn in his chair at the same time sweeping the building diagram into his pocket so that she couldn't get a closer look.
"Changed your mind about a job?" he asked with a sort of growl that said she was interrupting something. Despite his age of nearly fifty Mathias' long face showed no sign of grey hair either in the stuff that he kept at a military length on his head or the stubble that was forming a mustache and beard. He could easily be mistaken for someone ten years younger and he still had the strength of a middle aged man plus a lot of muscle gained over many hard years from his work.
"No," said Alex she said shaking her head slightly as though she was shaking the notion of working today off her shoulder. "I can work every other day of the year. Today I'm takin' a break and so should you. The Prince of Ikana is arrivin' today to give a speech. Ain'tcha gonna watch?"
"Mathias turned back to the bar. "Why would I want to see a thing like that?" He asked gruffly.
"Oi, don't play games with Matt. You're favorite story is 'bout robbin' the Ikana palace itself an' takin' that coin from the King's room."
It was an age old story that Mathias had loved to tell to Alex and Ali. He had been seventeen when the gates of Ikana had opened and welcomed warriors to its ranks. He'd gone seeking glory but it became clear to him that he didn't belong among the knights. There followed a long adventure of room jumping and tower climbing which Alex suspected Mathias had mostly made up. She couldn't really be sure how much of the story was true but in the end he'd taken a piece of Ikanan gold and turned it into a pendant that he wore around his neck. It was this robbery that had forced him to take refuge in Pirate's Landing. Even thirty years later he still told the story. "Don't ya wanna see the Prince you robbed blind?" She asked, again she didn't know if it was true but she knew that Mathias' pride would force him to accept her challenge.
"Alright you win," he growled "Nasty little con artist." he muttered under his breath.
"Eh," she said cockily. "I learned from the best."
Twenty minutes later Alex and Mathias were standing on the outskirts of the crowd that blocked the parade from view. "Well this ain't no good." she said to herself. "Uncle Matt, I'm goin' ta scale one of these building. Get a better view. I'll throw ya down a rope when I'm done." Mathias grunted something about being able to climb himself. To a lot of people Mathias was intimidating but years of following his footsteps and learning his skills had given Alex a certain amount of his manner made all the more frightening by the fact that she didn't have his large form to back it up. Mathias could be deadly but he'd always had a soft spot for her. After all he'd practically raised her and Ali.
It didn't take Alex long to get up the building, climbing up rough bricks and holes and balconies. When she got to the top she wasn't surprised to find a small crowd of Deku Scrubs and a few children to whom the art of climbing had not yet been lost. Paying them very little mind Alex reached into her bag and untied the rope that kept her bedroll together and tied it around a chimney. After checking to make sure the knot and the chimney were stable Alex called down to Mathias that it was safe. Though Mathias might have lost some of his finesse to age he was just as strong as ever. Mathias used the rope and the wall to finally haul himself onto the roof with Alex and the family of Deku scrubs. He dislodged a tile or too on his ascent but they didn't land on anyone.
"Ya gettin' slow old man." She said to him smiling as she helped pull him onto the roof. He rolled his eyes as her before they settled next to the Scrubs to watch the procession in front of them. Alex couldn't help but be impressed. She didn't have any political opinions of the closing of the Ikanan gates and so was content to watch the procession with its rich ornamental armor parade itself through the streets. As a con artist Alex knew this kind of trick. This was what her people generally called the bedazzle, it went by other names but it was the opening stage of a con were you attracted the mark or marks with a flashy show and impressed them with a fancy dinner or a wondrous estate to the point that they would believe anything you said. With a long lost nation coming back into play it wasn't exactly the same thing but similar rules applied to the political table that did the confidence trade. A good portion of con artists that Alex knew could make excellent politicians if they had a better background.
"Impressive," said Alex to Mathias nodding at the parade of knights. " Almost enough of a glamour show ta make peoples forget that we've not heard a peep from em for the last twenty five years."
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