<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Elias1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elias Neighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10388159#msg10388159)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pavilion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 25th, 6:09 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lea<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Outright nervous, obviously hasn't had much experience with the fairer sex.<br/><br/>Elias continues to lean back against the table, though the display was honestly quite terrifying. He had assumed she could kick his ass…but now he knew she could! His eyes glance up at her own, then fix back upon the ground, watching as still more weapons continued to pour forth. He could only imagine the possibilities for that in combat. Celestial bronze spikes to pin monsters with? General craziness? Going psycho Ares mode?<br/><br/>Any one of the above were enough to have him shaking in his vans…but together it was downright disturbing. He bet Lea could level a city block if she wanted to. Hell, she could probably do it by accident if she wasn’t careful. Just from looking at her, with her clothes on, he could tell she had a toned up body. While he worked out…well, he wouldn’t even want to know how much she lifted.<br/><br/>Elias shakes his head, clearing his mind of the thoughts before they can take root. “That’s….destructive.” His lips split in one of his signature smiles, the whites of his teeth flaring to brilliance. “I can play the lyre!” He breaks out laughing, considering leaning forward before realizing how close that would put them. No reason to give her a reason to try that bow out!<br/><br/>He points a thumb back at himself, the stupid smile still plastered across his face. “I prefer the back of battle. I’ll keep anyone patched up…and occasionally if it strikes me, I can work some magic with this baby.” He holds up the lyre for a second before his fingers continue strumming…<br/><br/>Then the note sounds, one out of place chord among the many he was playing. It was only hearable by the player, the note signaling one of his episodes was near. Elias’s hands open, nearly dropping the lyre before catching it at the last possible moment. He decides on setting it down, then looks back up at Lea.<br/><br/>“Look, I swear I’m not usually this weird…” He begins, his words rushing out before he can stop them. “I’m just new to all this…” He gestures around them, obviously meaning the camp, but implying demigodness. “It’s a lot to take in…” He rises, grabbing the lyre, and feeling like a grade A freak.<br/><br/>“I should go.” He snaps out, ignoring any attempts at stopping him as he bolts for the cabins. Now was as good a time as any to meet his brother’s and sister’s he supposed. Now that he had made a child of Ares think he was mentally lacking…or just plain weird.<br/>