argyrismeg !
“You don’t?” It came out before Meg could help it. A beat too late did she realize that assembling and disassembling bombs was not part of the camp curriculum. What the hell was Chiron teaching these kids?
“That, dearest sister, is why you should never be allowed to speak to the living.” said an annoying, all too familiar voice, reverberating inside of her skull rather than coming in through her hearing aids. The ghost of her dead brother, Alexios, was perched up on top of the Ares cabin, like a weirdo. Meg pointedly ignored him. She hadn’t summoned his ghost, which meant that, if she responded, she’d just look like the crazy lady who spoke to thin air.
“Why don’t you show me those landmines?” she suggested, before she put her foot in her mouth any further. “If I cannot disassemble or deactivate them, I will be able to cast a shield around them, at least.”
an eyebrow quirks ---- just slightly, just subtly enough to convey the faintest flicker of annoyance. “ considering my solution is to punch whatever it is until the problem goes away, something tells me i’m not the person for the job. ” yeah, ares kids weren’t the most gentle. ( it’s a problem. is she working on fixing that ? no. should she ? probably. will she ? no. )
“ one’s to the left of the door. ” head inclines to indicate the position. charlotte could always sense the weapon, like an itch just out of reach in the back of her mind. it was there, somewhere, ticking away peacefully, awaiting a time where it wouldn’t be so quiet. ( as much as she would enjoy seeing the ugly red paint of the ares cabin demolished, she figures a remodeling job would be a better solution. ) “ personally, i’d just chuck it a few yards away and hope for the best. ”
