&& felicitous.

caspian quinn of hepaestus.And you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

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n a t h a n .

He shut his eyes and sighed.  “Of course there was,” he muttered.  He hadn’t heard of this happening in… a long time.  “Gods… do you know who died?” Nathan asked, suddenly nervous it was one of his better friends, or even worse, one of his siblings.

“didn’t know ‘em. he was new, wasn’t even claimed yet. didn’t run fast enough i guess.” caspian sighed. he’d missed the whole funeral and everything. felt bad he didn’t even know the kid. “camp is still kinda recoverin’ from it.”

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c h a s e .

“Fuck if I know,” he mumbled, holding the paper up close to his face and squinting.  He couldn’t see with this guy’s scrawled, chicken scratched handwriting.  “I don’t know, is this a recipe for soup or something, what am I supposed to be reading here?”  He groaned in frustration.  “Not that I don’t mind your delicious company, why did Cheerio send me out here, the one job I can do the worst at?”

     “cheerio? that’s a new one.” cas smiled, dropping his tools and walking over to peer behind chase’s shoulder. he tapped the blueprint, where a particularly rough piece of handwriting showed the range of the projectile. “right there. about fifty feet, awesome.” he moved back to his machine, going back to tightening it in the ground. “nah, you’re fine at this. i think he mighta put you in an easy job. att i really had to do was set this monster up, then we’re golden.”

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n o v a .

he’s a little too touchy for her taste and his enthusiasm is something that nova feels as though she can’t match — not at this state. envy bubbles in the pit of her stomach but nova lets him drag her around anyways. “me?” she scoffs, “caspian, i don’t think you KNOW me. what would i need new gear for when i don’t even train.” though she has to back track; a raise of her brow, questioning tone that seems out of place but forgive nova, she’s a little confused. “what is this? did i unknowingly agree to a date with you? is this it?”

     “please, nova. we’ve both been at camp for how long now?” he smiled, pausing in front of the door to cabin nine. he spent most of his sleeping hours at olympia, but found cabin nine best for his workshop (the forges often being too hot for his liking). “if i was into you like that, i woulda made a move long ago. a guy can’t show a pretty lady some cool machines without havin’ to explain himself anymore? sheesh.”

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o l y m p i a .

“you’re saying that now but i know how the human body works and we’re not going to waste another bucket of chicken because your metabolism can’t take it.” she says, almost matter-of-factly. she’s glad to know that his attention has been caught, and olympia leans over to whisper to him. “so, i’m trying to build this sick automaton. but i can’t find certain pieces — and i was thinking,” a look at the chicken, then back at caspian. “if i eat these… will you do whatever it takes to get ‘em for me?”

     “shhhh. you gotta give me more cred, sis.” his interest was peaked, eyes widening slightly as he bent down to hear her more clearly. “i woulda anyways, but know you just sealed your fate.” he smiled, passing the bucket over to her. “what kinda parts are we talkin’ here?”

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m i l o .

    “Definitely, besides the diner is meant for all culinarian cravings or desires…so no need to thank me just yet.” a bashful smile, soft and effortless, tugged at the end of his cheeks, “Still gotta’ convince the cooks first.” 

     “you, my friend, are a godsend.” he said, tossing another empty bone down next to him. “so, what you been up to recently? gimme all the details i missed about camp. mr. d walk ditch us yet?”

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c h a s e .

When the horse man had approached him about defenses for the camp, he immediately started laughing.  It was only his first week here, and he looked like a strong gust of wind could knock him over at any given moment.  But Chiron wasn’t having it when he insisted he would be better off just as a watchful spectator, so he carried a heavy sword that dragged behind him in the dirt, muttering under his breath.

Thankfully, this one was very okay with doing all the work so that Chase didn’t have to.  Which was very okay with him.  He was allowed to hold the blueprints, which was probably the extent of what he could do.  “You say this like I know what you’re talking about,” he answered, looking at the sheet, then turning it right side up when he realized he was looking at it the wrong way.  

     “you’re right, you’re right.” caspian said, though honestly not fully paying attention to the other demigod. his mind was totally occupied with pulling wires together, tightening bolts, and beginning to secure it to the ground.

     his mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out the physics of the actual piece of machinery... and really, whether or not it would work. “what uh, what does it say at the bottom about estimated range? i forgot.”

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n o v a .

nova’s taken aback by the plethora of ideas being thrown in her direction. he speaks so quickly and for once, she struggles to keep up with the other — maybe it’s the hangover or the turmoil brought up by the events. “out of all the ones you’ve given me, i think the weapons upgrade might be coming in handy sooner than a stable makeover.” she offers caspian an sympathetic smile, “so, let’s go with that one. we can leave the prank machineries for later.” 

“hey, don’t diss my stable makeovers.” he said, teasing her while he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet. “i’ve got plenty over at the cabin so we don’t gotta trek all the way to the forges. besides, i think i’ve got some perfect ones for you if you’re in the mood for some new gear.”

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m i l o .

   Hearing about Caspian’s mother caused a mental twinge, finding it weird that he won’t be able to say he went to visit family outside of camp—none the less he smiled, hiding the thought. “I get you, I can always try to get the cooks at the diner to replicate these…or maybe a little less spicy.” he admitted. 

caspian’s face lit up, eyebrows shooting nearly all the way up his forehead. “man, i would owe you big time. these things are what keep me goin’, i swear.”

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o l y m p i a .

“it’s pieces of chicken, cas.” she says through her laughter. “look, i can probably make you even better ones later — you know, when you have room.” suddenly, olympia wrinkles her nose at the thought of eating a piece. “ugh, probably not —” a raise of a brow, an expectant look at him. “unless i get something out of it… will i?”

“olympia, poor poor olympia. and here, i guess i thought you knew me better once more.” he paused, fake sincerity across his face. “i always got room for more of your cookin’.” his own eyebrows furrowed, glancing from the bucket of chicken abck to his sister. “depends, whatcha lookin’ for?”

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m i l o .

     “Ahh that makes sense.” replying softly, before taking a bite of the wings. The spice that directly attacked his tongue was harsher than he expected, but eased up quickly as it came. With the heat still lingering on his lips, he smiled subconsciously “Where were you traveling from?” 

     “ya know, the usual. comin’ back in from seein’ my mom. flew into long island, took a taxi back here... but had to make a stop at that wing place. don’t get me wrong, the harpies’ food and diner stuff can be killer... but there’s somethin’ about these wings, man. can’t be recreated.”

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     caspian quinn && his powers —

superior builders/crafters: casipan does posses this ability, often taking commissions for his work. he specializes in manifesting car parts previously discontinued, but also enjoys the side projects of crafting demigod weapons that are concealed as everyday objects. he does make other machines, spending most of his free time trying to recreate arthur weasley’s car from harry potter, but never having quite the right combination of parts.

pyrokinesis: caspian does not posses this ability, though he is more immune to fires and heat than most other demigods. he cannot summon fire, nor control it, but is not as easily burned or affected by it.

enhanced knowledge of machinery: like most of his siblings, caspian can know how a machine works simply by touching it. he can sense the gear turning, the motors whirring, or the arduinos thinking. this aids him in his craft, often able to replicate machines, or take inspiration when he needs to make one on his own.

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     when chiron had approached him about defenses for the camp, caspian had already drawn out blueprints. this was the kind of stuff he lived for. sure, doing commissions was fun, but he absolutely adored making anything camp or demigod related. he was known to not even charge demigods for custom weapons their first time around, seeing as he loved the challenge and creativity behind it.

     so, when they paired off, cas and chase were put together to set up one of the more elaborate defenses. he had it already mostly put together, hauling it out from the forges over to the main gate. chase had the blue prints, while cas was scrambling to find the last few parts in his bag. “hey, does that say anythin’ about the perimeter needed around it? i thought i wrote somethin’ down, but that coulda been in a dream.... actually, scratch that. i don’t think i made those measurements yet.”

@chaseofnemesis

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what are you afraid of?

“i dunno, i guess what everybody is. being forgotten, death, taxes.”

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if you won a million dollars (or drachma), how would you spend it?

“most of it would probably go to my mom and my grandparents. ya know. i a momma’s boy. but the rest? i dunno. maybe take some of it and spruce camp up a bit… then a house. i think. in colorado, somewhere in the mountains.”

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what's the first thing you would do if you woke up one day as the opposite sex?

“uh, i dunno. probably just go back to everyday life. maybe go visit my mom. but ya know. i’d probably just go back to workin’ in the forges, doin’ commissions. that kinda stuff.”

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if you could dye your hair any color you want what would it be?

“either blue or orange. hell, maybe purple. nah. i think blue, more than anything. i think it looks really cool when it fades.”

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thoughts on pineapple in pizza?

“bless whoever came up with it. i am forever in debt.”