<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Abigale would be a liar if she said she didn't enjoy watching Vincent work. Okay, she'd be more than a liar. She'd be an idiot. There was a reason girls paid his sister to take pictures of him for them. He was handsome, strong, and and incredibly talented. While he wasn't the brightest when it came to non-mechanical means, he made up for it easily. She remembered<em>trying</em>to explain Camp Half-Blood to him when he first got there. It had been one of those headdesk moments...but he caught on quickly and managed to fit in quite well, "Yeah, I remember," she said softly as he mentioned the camp chariot. It had been nearly destroyed in Vincent's attempt to make it useable for the Hermes cabin for the race. Hermes always got the worst of everything. It was difficult to get so many teenagers and children to work together on anything or keep any form of management that they usually ended up using whatever anyone else had discarded. Like the chariots. It was only when they managed to get an unclaimed child of Hephaestus that they got anything really done. Thanks to Vincent, the camp chariot had been destroyed and they had worked together to make a new one.<br/><br/>Of course that one had been destroyed as well, but at least that was by the mechanical horse and not them.<br/><br/>Abigale listened to him talk. Despite him not being the brightest about certain things, he always had interesting things to say. She couldn't say that Vincent was the most amazing person she'd ever met, hell it was impossible to say that about anyone at the camp, but he was so...gods she didn't even know what word to say about him. He was just hard to ignore or forget about.<br/><br/>"Going to make yourself a mechanical pegasus? That does sound awesome," and it did. The flying horses were amazing creatures and very intelligent, but they were just animals. Invincible was better than them in many ways. He seemed to understand things easier, "What do you think of that, Invicible?" she asked as Vincent went to get a drink and Abby walked over to the horse, "You want to fly? So long as you don't take a bite out of airplane," she teased as she pat on his metal side. Abby liked pegasi, but she liked Invincible more. There were very few creatures in their world that she actually liked. Most of them usually tried to eat her.<br/><br/>The tattooed girls took a deep breath before walking over to lean against a currently unused work table, "So how was your fall and winter? Dad had me running all over the place after my class ended. It was pretty cool though. It was the first time I'd been inside his house. It's nothing like this place," her eyes wandered around a bit before continuing, "All my dad has in his extra rooms is tennis shoes," truth was that spending so much time with her father the past seasons had made her feel a bit more bitter towards him. The 'amazingness' of having a God for a Father had worn off over the years and seeing him actually in 'action' was kind of the nail in the coffin. Hermes did little in life. He was a glorified paper boy, but she would never say anything like that to him or anyone. She understood that he hadn't been made a God for no reason. He was powerful and he had his amazing points...but after running boxes around all over Olympus, it was a bit disheartening. The children of Hermes really had little to look forward to, in her opinion.<br/><br/>"I bet if Invincible impresses him enough, Hephaestus will let you come here more often," she nodded a little. Gods did show favor among their children. It took a great deal of impressing or upsetting them to get that attention. Vincent seemed impressing enough to gain that from his father.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Hephaestus</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a very long time since Hephaestus had allowed anyone into his camera room. In fact, he couldn't remember letting anyone in here before. If she'd not been working on a camera, she probably wouldn't know it existed. Working like this was the only way he knew how to interact with his children. Sitting down with a cup of coffee for a chat was beyond his capability. He needed to have something to work on to feel comfortable with a mortal. He needed something to tinker with as he thought and talked.<br/><br/>His dark eyes glanced over to her and he saw her tongue poking out just a bit from her lips. It was an instant flashback to her mother. Pilar used to do that when she focused on things. They'd been together such a short time, but Hephaestus remembered everything about Vanessa's mother, "It's always best to not cut corners, so let's strip it down to it's barest."<br/><br/>It was easy to notice how similar to Pilar she was, "We'll use some of my blood for the first few, just so you can see how to do it. Then I'll show you how to use yours. That way you can know how to do it for future products. You can even take one of my centrifuges," he had one in nearly every room he kept wire work in.  It wasn't like the mortal ones in appearance, but it worked the same way. Instead of looking like some sterile, medical device; Hephaestus pulled up a large, polished, bronze box. With a few light touches an IV hose popped out. From the bottom a small drawer opened and inside was all the supplies a person would need to draw blood from themselves. Needles, rubber hoses to tie off their arm, cotton, disinfectant, and medical tape. While Gods didn't have to worry about infection, Vanessa would.<br/><br/>"Watch close. The machine will do most of the work. All you need to do is get it in your arm. If you need help doing it, ask someone. There is no shame in asking for help," he knew his children sometimes had trouble with that, "Go ahead and start stripping the camera down," he wasn't about to touch her work till it was ready to be fiddled with.<br/><br/>Hephaestus fixed the needle up and easily slipped it into the crook of his elbow. The machine turned on on it's own and within seconds gold coloring blood flowed through the tube and into the box. Since it his blood was pure Ichor, it simply pumped it into a small container. It was like gold paint. The machine shut off once the container was filled and the Olympian pulled the needle from his arm and the machine pulled all its components back into itself for cleaning and disinfecting.<br/><br/>It would be impossible for him to ignore it. He always had to know since he so rarely interacted with anyone, "How is your mother?" he asked as he looked away and let his eyes focus on the container of Ichor.