Fandom Death of Olympus // Main Thread

[The Elder]

Road Trip??​

As Laura spoke, JJ managed to get himself back to his feet without looking like a complete fool. The adrenaline from earlier had finally fading along with his energy being drained by those shadows from earlier. He was now feeling the extent of battle and his body was aching. Though, thanks to the sun's benefits, those negative effects would soon be gone. As long as no more hellhounds shows up that is.

Once Laura finished her short explanation, ending with more sus information, JJ still couldn’t help but agree on how reasonable it sounded. They could try and travel across the country dealing with whomever gets in their way and probably die or take a little detour and find some extra aid....still with the risk of dying. However, there was still the issue about the underworld. From the stories he heard, entering it was the easy part, but leaving is way worst. That seemed like something they'll have to figure out along the way.

What made things even more interesting, the half-baked marshmallow also seemed to agree with Snowflake's idea. So far it seemed that the three of them have agreed to set off on their own little side quest. Just as he was about to speak up, the half-burnt marshmallow called him a cupcake. He turned towards Snowflake with a questionable look. "Did this mofo just call me a cupcake?" He asked pointing at Mason with his thumb. he didn't even wait for Laura's response before turning towards Mason and stuck his arm out pointing towards him. "You know you look like a half-burnt marshmallow right now? And you got the nerve to call me cupcake." He finished putting emphasis on the 'me' part. "But to answer yo question. Yes I'm tagging along. Olympus is all the way across the country. What's one little detour anyway?"

By this time, JJ was starting feeling a lot better; however, he had other plan besides storing more energy. He new comrade needed some medical attention, especially before they decide to dip out. "Before we leave though," he says walking over towards Mason. "We can start our journey with a half crisped marshmallow, now can we. No don't move." He held his hands over Mason and focused the solar energy within his hands. The energy emitted a warm golden glow as it began slowly healing Mason's wounds. The process would normally fully heal the demigod; however do to certain circumstances, the healing process was only half complete. His wounds would become smaller with only slight pain now compared to before. "There." JJ said as he stumbled back slightly before catching himself. "I'll finish the job later, just keep it covered until then. Don't need folks asking questions. Now, let's get our supplies and get the fuck outta dodge. We may have to hijack a whip or something though. You're driving too burn victim. Snowflake obviously can't see over the wheel and I don't feel like driving." No other words were said, as JJ made his way towards the temple, grabbing his bags and headed towards the camp's exit. Though right before he fully left, he stopped and looked at the other demigods. "Head to Olympus, or go back home. Either way....good luck." And with that, he turned and waited for the other members of his makeshift trio.

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[Karcen]

Laura Eldrige
Location: Camp Ivy
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Well it seemed Mason had yet to guess who they were dealing with, and JJ as well or else they wouldn't be so optimistic about what would be found in the underworld and might call her on her lie. Well only part of what she said was a lie as she did think they would find an ally down there, but not one of the gods and not in the form anyone but her might think of. Still their resident edge lord had one good point in that they didn't really have transport, well Laura could just buy a bus ticket or something. Still the sun was starting to bug her so Laura reached into her backpack and pulled out some sun glasses finally allowing her to take in the world fully without it looking over exposed and some sun screen. Given Laura had not applied any in a bit she likely was already burned but still she needed to stop any burn from getting worse. Normally Laura would get annoyed and defensive at being called snowflake, but well she was emotionally drained from everything and the prospect that she would be staying outside even longer was enough to make her just let it go for now. It seemed that it would just be the three of them, which was not ideal as Laura would rather a few people come that were expendable after all they needed to go to hell for her help to maybe pan out so having a few they wouldn't miss would be nice.

" We could just get on a bus or call a taxi" Laura said with a sigh though likely getting one way the fuck out here would take forever " Well if we do steal a car you two kidnapped me" she continued more than willing to take advantage of the fact anyone that saw her would think she was a child and not 17.

 

[blue tea]

mason vangelis

azure shimizu.

alias

raijin mizushima, bai qinghai

nicknames

azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku

title

thunder beast, the monster, cobalt hellhound

godly parent

hephaestus

pronouns

he / him

age

eighteen

abilities

blue fire, explosion inducement

this world can hurt you it cuts you deep and leaves a scar things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart and nothing breaks like a heart i heard you on the phone last night we live and die by pretty lies you know it, oh, we both know it these silver bullet cigarettes this burning house, there's nothing left it's smoking, we both know it we got all night to fall in love but just like that we fall apart we're broken, we're broken

oh? sweetheart, you can't break

THE BLUE-EYED DEVIL GRINNED CHEEKILY AT THE STATEMENT, azure-tinted optics flashing in laughter. Half-baked marshmallow, huh? He snorted, shaking his helm despite the blossoming pain that seared through his veins, expression shifting into a grimace. “Don’t like the nickname, huh? Could call you somethin’ else.” He snorted, shoulders quivering in silent laughter. He had no intentions of calling the other something else, but Mason wouldn’t say anything.

“Pretty sure I’d taste burnt.” He remarked, glancing down at his frame with a critical eye. “Unless you like half-ass burnt marshmallows.” He snickered, rolling his shoulder, wincing at the twinge of pain that crackled beneath the beaten flesh. Damn, hellhounds.

The raven-haired male shifted and grunted in acknowledgment. Thank fuck. He wasn’t sure if he could handle snow white for the duration of the trip, not that he’d announce that out loud. He sure as hell had nothing else to lose. The remark alone caused the male to flinch, albeit subtly. Damn. He shifted his frame, drawing a tight-lipped wheeze that slipped through his teeth, tickling the flesh of his lips.

Mason tensed, blinking several times in surprise, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape. Huh. His frame stiffened, fingers curling into the callouses of his palms, creating crescent shapes within the ivory-hued flesh, brows knitting together. He noted the warm golden glow, belatedly noticing the pain dulling, more manageable than it had been. His nose wrinkled at the odd sensation, gaze whipping up as JJ stumbled back, hand outstretched with a worried frown. “Thanks. cupcake.” His voice was gruff, fingers reaching to press against the smaller-sized wound with a curious hum. Comes in handy.

He shrugged, reaching to drag a hand through his raven-hued locks. “No need. It’ll heal on its own.” He remarked. “Pain’s more manageable.” He rumbled out. No use in wasting more energy on something that isn’t life-threatening. Not that it was before. It might have hurt like a bitch, but he was still breathing. ‘M fine if I’m still breathing. Or as the saying goes. Mason wasn’t so sure if that was the actual saying, but who the hell cared? He sure as hell didn’t.

The raven-haired male grunted, brow raised. “Fine by me.” He didn’t comment on the burn victim, finding it funnier than he probably should. What? No half-burnt jerky? He snickered the sound inaudible save for the shake of his shoulders. “Come on, snow white. We’ve got a long ass ride ahead of us.” Holding back a groan, instead, tossing his head back to stare up at the sky with an annoyed grimace. Damn road trip is going to be the death of me.

He shuffled over to grab the small book bag he had hastily tossed into the broken remains of a building, slipping it over his shoulder with a light tug, checking its contents with a wince. Need some bandages. His azure-colored optics shifted to the ruined shirt he bore, grunting. And a new shirt.

Mason’s brow quirked, shooting a glance over at Laura.

“....”

Of course. He dragged a hand through his hair. “Cheeky little shit, aren’t you?” He muttered, reaching to unclasp his trench coat, followed by the black strap that fit snuggly across his chest that held his Hsu Quandao and scythe, ignoring the clang once he unlatched them from their holster. He made quick work to peel his shirt off of his body, ignoring the way his body groaned in protest, staring at the crimson that stained his ivory skin while he tore his shirt into strips although he had off-white bandages wrapped snuggly around his chest to hide the jumped mess of scars that painted his skin.

With practiced ease, Mason wrapped the strips of the shirt around his sides, tugging the ends into a flattened knot, hiding the wound and the blood splatters from view. He sure as hell didn’t want any assholes sticking their nose in his business. Nosy little fuckers. He huffed, tugging on the black straps that hugged his chest, adding additional pressure to the shirt.

Once finished, the male slipped on his trench coat, hiding everything from view while tossing the shrunken weapons into his book bag. Guess there are some perks to that. He remarked, slinging the back over his shoulder, heading off to follow JJ, bypassing the male to head deeper into the forest until he reached visible civilization. Time to steal a car. His lips curled into a predatory grin. Wonder who’s the lucky victim. Getting a car stolen was a far outcry of being lucky, but it sure as hell made his life a lot easier.

With wolfish hues, Mason scanned the area with a noticeable quirk of his hips, arms crossed loosely over his chest until his eyes caught sight of a mini-van. “Eh. That’ll do.” He shrugged, stalking over towards the vehicle, glancing around now and then for anyone within the vicinity until he tugged on the handle to see if it was unlocked. Naturally, it isn’t. He grumbled, reaching around to unsheathe his hybrid knife, slipping it through the crack vertically until he heard a noticeable pop. Grinning triumphantly, he slipped into the front seat, fingers making quirk work with the wires, humming as the engine roared to life.

“Hurry the hell up, fuckers! Better get on the road before the asshole who owns this car realizes their car is being stolen.” He called, unlocking the doors. “Anyone got any money for supplies?” He quipped.

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what's already broken.

you save everyone, but who saves you?

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demi-god

mason vangelis.

alias

raijin mizushima, bai qinghai

birth name

azure shimizu

nicknames

azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku

titles

thunder beast, the monster, cobalt hellhound

godly parent

hephaestus

pronouns

he / him

age

eighteen

abilities

blue fire, explosion inducement

THE BLUE-EYED DEVIL GRINNED CHEEKILY AT THE STATEMENT, azure-tinted optics flashing in laughter. Half-baked marshmallow, huh? He snorted, shaking his helm despite the blossoming pain that seared through his veins, expression shifting into a grimace. “Don’t like the nickname, huh? Could call you somethin’ else.” He snorted, shoulders quivering in silent laughter. He had no intentions of calling the other something else, but Mason wouldn’t say anything.

“Pretty sure I’d taste burnt.” He remarked, glancing down at his frame with a critical eye. “Unless you like half-ass burnt marshmallows.” He snickered, rolling his shoulder, wincing at the twinge of pain that crackled beneath the beaten flesh. Damn, hellhounds.

The raven-haired male shifted and grunted in acknowledgment. Thank fuck. He wasn’t sure if he could handle snow white for the duration of the trip, not that he’d announce that out loud. He sure as hell had nothing else to lose. The remark alone caused the male to flinch, albeit subtly. Damn. He shifted his frame, drawing a tight-lipped wheeze that slipped through his teeth, tickling the flesh of his lips.

Mason tensed, blinking several times in surprise, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape. Huh. His frame stiffened, fingers curling into the callouses of his palms, creating crescent shapes within the ivory-hued flesh, brows knitting together. He noted the warm golden glow, belatedly noticing the pain dulling, more manageable than it had been. His nose wrinkled at the odd sensation, gaze whipping up as JJ stumbled back, hand outstretched with a worried frown. “Thanks. cupcake.” His voice was gruff, fingers reaching to press against the smaller-sized wound with a curious hum. Comes in handy.

He shrugged, reaching to drag a hand through his raven-hued locks. “No need. It’ll heal on its own.” He remarked. “Pain’s more manageable.” He rumbled out. No use in wasting more energy on something that isn’t life-threatening. Not that it was before. It might have hurt like a bitch, but he was still breathing. ‘M fine if I’m still breathing. Or as the saying goes. Mason wasn’t so sure if that was the actual saying, but who the hell cared? He sure as hell didn’t.

The raven-haired male grunted, brow raised. “Fine by me.” He didn’t comment on the burn victim, finding it funnier than he probably should. What? No half-burnt jerky? He snickered the sound inaudible save for the shake of his shoulders. “Come on, snow white. We’ve got a long ass ride ahead of us.” Holding back a groan, instead, tossing his head back to stare up at the sky with an annoyed grimace. Damn road trip is going to be the death of me.

He shuffled over to grab the small book bag he had hastily tossed into the broken remains of a building, slipping it over his shoulder with a light tug, checking its contents with a wince. Need some bandages. His azure-colored optics shifted to the ruined shirt he bore, grunting. And a new shirt.

Mason’s brow quirked, shooting a glance over at Laura.

“....”

Of course. He dragged a hand through his hair. “Cheeky little shit, aren’t you?” He muttered, reaching to unclasp his trench coat, followed by the black strap that fit snuggly across his chest that held his Hsu Quandao and scythe, ignoring the clang once he unlatched them from their holster. He made quick work to peel his shirt off of his body, ignoring the way his body groaned in protest, staring at the crimson that stained his ivory skin while he tore his shirt into strips although he had off-white bandages wrapped snuggly around his chest to hide the jumped mess of scars that painted his skin.

With practiced ease, Mason wrapped the strips of the shirt around his sides, tugging the ends into a flattened knot, hiding the wound and the blood splatters from view. He sure as hell didn’t want any assholes sticking their nose in his business. Nosy little fuckers. He huffed, tugging on the black straps that hugged his chest, adding additional pressure to the shirt.

Once finished, the male slipped on his trench coat, hiding everything from view while tossing the shrunken weapons into his book bag. Guess there are some perks to that. He remarked, slinging the back over his shoulder, heading off to follow JJ, bypassing the male to head deeper into the forest until he reached visible civilization. Time to steal a car. His lips curled into a predatory grin. Wonder who’s the lucky victim. Getting a car stolen was a far outcry of being lucky, but it sure as hell made his life a lot easier.

With wolfish hues, Mason scanned the area with a noticeable quirk of his hips, arms crossed loosely over his chest until his eyes caught sight of a mini-van. “Eh. That’ll do.” He shrugged, stalking over towards the vehicle, glancing around now and then for anyone within the vicinity until he tugged on the handle to see if it was unlocked. Naturally, it isn’t. He grumbled, reaching around to unsheathe his hybrid knife, slipping it through the crack vertically until he heard a noticeable pop. Grinning triumphantly, he slipped into the front seat, fingers making quirk work with the wires, humming as the engine roared to life.

“Hurry the hell up, fuckers! Better get on the road before the asshole who owns this car realizes their car is being stolen.” He called, unlocking the doors. “Anyone got any money for supplies?” He quipped.

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[Lucipurr]

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Micah ● Son of Aphrodite ● Location: Inside a Stolen Car ● Mentions: n/a

After the darkness subsided and the group took time to recuperate from their short, questionable battle. They began bickering (used loosely) amongst themselves about where to go from there. Axel had left them no other clue besides his location in Olympus. The only problem was that Camp Ivy resided in California, and Olympus was a short little drive to ... New York. Everyone became grossly aware of that fact. Not to mention, as Laura pointed out, no one knew the conditions of Olympus. No one knew whether or not it was still in pieces, and no one knew if the Gods (or even Axel) were actually going to be there. So, why not take a detour to Hell?

"Wait... the underworld?" Micah stammered. Out of all of them, he had been the only one left relatively uninjured - probably because of his lack of involvement in the fighting. Feeling as though he made little to no contribution, he stayed out of their conversation. That is until they began mentioning the underworld, which lead to the hijacking of a car. Both of which sounded absolutely terrible. "Isn't that place a death sentence?! You mean to tell me that-"

Before he could get another word in, he found himself sitting in the backseat of a stolen vehicle. "Fuck me..."

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Arc Two: Highway to Hell

The road trip started out great. Since Camp Ivy was located in Northern California, their trip wasn't going to be a short one - but, it was much quicker than finding their way to New York. The first few hours went quickly, they follow I-5 S for the majority of those hours, ideally, it would be a straight shot. For a second, everyone thought that the 12-hour drive was going to be a success. Keyword: Was.

Once they took an exit for a small bathroom and lunch break, that's when shit hit the fan. That 12-hour drive turned into a 22-hour hellscape and the cause? Mason's driving. Out of all of them, the only one who could feasibly drive was Mason. Laura didn't care enough, Micah never learned, Nisha could drive (but Mason insisted, bad idea #1), and JJ wanted to watch the world burn.

It started at the beginning; Mason had the bright idea to hotwire a car so that they could all make their way to their destination. Nisha had already brought a van - but it was somehow, conveniently, destroyed. No one knows what happened, Mason seems to be avoiding questions though.

At the 5-hour mark; Mason read 60mph as 100mph (bad idea #3). Sure, it would get them to their destination quicker, but suddenly a cop blared his lights and the group was forced to pull over. Before the cop even left his vehicle, the plates were already scanned and popped up as a stolen vehicle. When the cop made his way over to the window, it was clear - they were fucked. Mason stammered on about how it was his aunt's car, and suddenly Laura started claiming she was kidnapped. Who wouldn't believe her?! At this point, backup was called and guns were drawn from both parties. The cop threatened Mason, Laura sat smugly in the back, Nisha was hiding in the trunk space, and Micah began frankly searching his wallet. Wearing a nice ball cap and sunglasses, Micah pulled out a few Franklins and flashed a pleasant smile. Somehow, he was able to charm the officer and get them off on a warning. Money really makes the world turn. And where was JJ? Sound asleep in the passenger seat.

At the 6-hour mark; Google Maps decided not to function correctly. JJ had the bright idea to take a quick detour down the wrong exit because he was "famished". This, unfortunately, led them into Nevada - where they continued most of the trip. This is important.

At the 7-hour mark; Micah had gotten carsick and they spent a good half-hour at some pit stop while he puked his guts out. Laura was getting hit on by some truck drivers, but not much can be said of what happened to them. They were there, and the next thing you know, they ended up in the woods. The group chooses not to talk about this incident. At this point, Mason was tired of driving. He had fallen asleep one too many times at the steering wheel, and Legs decided to take over. Everyone was hesitant, but Legs turned out to be a better driver than Mason.

At the 12-hour mark; The group made their way to Las Vegas, where they encountered a lovely hotel and casino. In fact, the group was so entranced by the entrance when they drove past that they chose to sneak inside. This led to them being captivated for a good few hours. Free drinks and games, who could say no! After all, they had been through, this felt like heaven. Out of all of them, Laura had decided to stay in the car. Mason, who claimed to be a great gambler, had gambled away all of Micah's AND JJ's Cash with no profit to speak of - and passed out drunk on some sofa. Micah had tried to convince a few security guards to help them out but that ended in Micah somehow being placed in "gamble prison". JJ, having not spotted a single cute girl on this road trip, went on a mini side quest to find the nicest looking lady in the casino - by the time he left, he had been rejected by a handful of women for being poor (thanks Mason). Nisha hadn't been affected by the lotuses and was the most sane out of all of them - however, the moment she stepped inside the casino, she as immediately lost and somehow ended up on the roof. At that point, Laura had only left the car to drag them out because she was growing irritated of waiting for them.

At the 17-hour mark; The group began their journey back to their initial goal, the Hollywood sign. Mason was out cold in the trunk, Laura was busy looking out the window like one of the sad movies, Micah was shaking in fear after going to "prison", JJ was grumbling to himself about his rejections, and Nisha finally got ahold of the steering wheel.

At the 22-hour mark; the group FINALLY made it to their destination, 10-hours later. Mason had a raging headache when he finally woke up.

And finally, after their long journey, the group managed to make their way to the Hollywood sign. It was much less eventful when they finally go to their destination, and the only one who seemed to know what was happening was Laura.

The Hollywood Sign
To a normal person, the Hollywood sign is an iconic piece of American culture. It's a classic structure that was built during the peak of American entertainment, the 1920s. And, being the kind of man who enjoys entertainment, Hades believed it to be the perfect place to introduce one of the few entrances to the Underworld (besides death). Behind the H on the Hollywood sign is Greek writing, which reads "Woe to all depraved souls." If a demi-god were to read these words aloud, it would open an entrance to the River Styx. One would have to convince the ferryman, Charon, to take them to the actual entrance.

 

[Karcen]

Laura Eldrige
Location: Hollywood
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That had been one hell of a trip, though compared to what others talked about on their quests it was nothing. Really fir Laura the highlight had been learning somehow Legs could drive. Really she had not known he was smart enough to do that. The magic had just made him as smart as a smart dog.... could dogs drive? Well it didn't matter as she really doubted that would ever happen again. Really she hoped a lot of what happened on the trip never happened again and would rather go back to killing monsters. Laura for once was glad the camp was old school now that she was here as the coins from camp would be needed in a little bit.

" Well that was an adventure though less fighting than most stories " Laura said as she reached into her bag " I should have some coins we will need somewhere in here " she grumbled as she went shoulder Deep again showing her bag wasn't normal.

 

[liostwolf]

Nisha
Child of Nyx
Location: Hollywood sign
Mood: Tired, sore
Outfit: A simple loose tank top with leggings and sneakers
Interacting with: Karcen (everyone but talking specifically with Laura)

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Nisha vowed to herself that she would make sure it was her driving if they ever had to drive a long distance again. Mason was the reason she now had a bruise on her shin and legs... That was just weird. And if they ever got pulled over at least she had a driver's license and money... She was pretty sure she was the only one with a normal life in this whole group. But that was beside the point. They had arrived at their destination, as google maps had pointed out.

The Hollywood sign. This was Nisha first time in Hollywood, and she wasn't even getting to enjoy it, they weren't going to be here long anyways. Soon enough they would decide to be living among the dead to see what was going on down there, and for that, Nisha was not exited. She didn't like the vibe of the underworld, and could almost feel it radiating off of the sign.

Nisha shut the car door behind her, flexing her fingers as she looked up at the sign. She gave a stretch and leaned against the car. She looked over to Laura, who had begun speaking. She looked back to the sign. "Drachmas?" She quickly patted her pockets "How many will we be needing?" Nisha felt a bit weary talking to Laura. The only thing anyone had been met with when conversing with her was violence. She just hoped she hadnt given Laura reason to sling insults at her.

 

[Karcen]

Laura Eldrige
Location: Hollywood
Mentions:
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Normally Laura might have insulted Nisha asking if she was stupid for even having to ask, but right now Laura actully was excited. Yeah she hated being outside and hated the people around her, but something she wanted was close. The underworld could be just as destroyed as the mountain, but what she wanted would be fine nothing could harm it. The others might not know what was below the deepest layer of the underworld, but being so close with an escourt to help her made Laura for once not want to attack others.

The ferryman likely wouldn't be to much of an issue pay him his due and he would do his job. Well he would look the other way for the living going in. If they had some fancy suits passage might be easier to book. Still there should be enough cash at hand for all of them.

" If we are lucky just two each " Laura said actually managing to not somone for asking an obvious question. The real answer was whatever thry could talk the ferryman into accepting. " If you guys don't have any I have some " she said finally pulling out her hand clutching a fist full of shiny metal coins.

 

[The Elder]

Are We There yet?​

After an unexpected prolonged road trip, the group has finally arrived at the Hollywood sign. A trip that was originally planned for a mere couple of hours spiraled into nearly a full day trip, all because someone wanted food. Was JJ that someone? Yes, yes he was, and he does not regret anything. A mans gotta eat, when a mans gotta eat. The only thing he does regret, is ever stepping foot into the fucking casino with Mason's bad luck having ass. Dude wasted his and Micah's money. He WILL pay them back. On the bright side of the entire trip, Mason was passed out in the back for the entire ride. They went a good amount of time without hearing the word 'fuck' every five minutes. It was temporary, yet blissful. There was no way, he and Mason would be quiet the remaining of the trip after they left the casino. 5 hrs inside that casino, and not one girls number. Terrible!

Now at the Hollywood sign, he looked back at the knocked out Mason, and began lightly slapping him on his cheek trying to wake him up. "Aye sleeping beauty. Wakey wakey, we're here." He continued slapping his cheek until he was awake, then turned his attention towards NIsha and Laura. "Yeah, I definitely don't have any change on me. Mason practically cleaned me out!" He said looking back at the now awake Mason with a glare. "You owe me dawg. And Micah too" He said getting out the van. "All I got is a single denarii and I doubt that enough." He said pulling the silver coin, and adding it to her pile of coins. "And know you have it. So I looks like we're relying on you Laura. Leave it to a child of Hephaestus to be resourceful. If only Mason was as good with money as you are." He says with a light chuckle.

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