Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 06:32:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/d1/54/45d1542fb15062b284feb9da7c89eaa2.jpg)<br><br>This thread is for activities/related issues that have to do with either the forge or the armory. They're basically the same thing, but is most commonly called the Forge. It's basically a small outdoors cabin that plays host to a hearth. It is used for heating and forging weapons. Protective gear hangs on racks outside the cabin and is highly recommended before using the forge.<br><br>Mostly, the Hephaestus kids will use this, although other campers are welcome to come by and learn.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Your tag system <span class="bbc_u">must</span> be the header of every post you make. If you neglect this, I will PM you and ask you to add it in.<br>Please copy the code and fill it out accordingly.</em></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=10]Your customized image here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=link to character sheet]name here[/url]<br>[b]Cabin:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Notes:[/b] (appearance, mood, etc.)<br></code></pre></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Current IC Date: September 28th - Oct. 5th<br>Current IC Time: Doesn't matter<br>Cabin Inspection: Ares Cabin<br>Full-timers only</strong></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 06:45:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abbey<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XOBvGf9_ZM</div></div><br>The morning chill from Long Island sound was hardly felt. His sweat turned to vapor as his heated body tried to cool itself off by sweating. The music was louder then his constant strikes on the piece of metal he was shaping. Vincent was up far to early and most likely interrupting people in the cabins but he didn't care, he worked better with music. The occasional spark or blast of flame was ignored as he returned to the forge to reheat the blades. It was monotonous and boring work, but he loved it. <br><br>He always woke up at 5am, that morning he just felt like building something and he gave into those urges. Everyone back at the cabin was sound asleep till at least 6:30 which left him the forge all to himself. After breakfast he was scheduled to work on the minor cabins, the others would have to wait.<br><br>One particular song actually had him singing along as he hammered away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 07:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Cassandra1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abbey" Statham (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10270715#msg10270715)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent Guerrero<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>It had been four days since Abbey had arrived at the gates of this camp, and she still wasn't very sure about what she was doing there. Before the matter of her mother had been brought up, she had everything worked out, her shit was in order, and she was even going to start getting paid for doing what she loved.&nbsp; The Discovery channel had been foaming at the mouth, trying to get her to agree to star in some new, woman vs. the wild deal; and even though she knew it would have been tedious, dealing with a crew of people following her around, it would have brought in some income.&nbsp; Not that she was in need of money, her dad was more than happy to pay for her adventures, but still, it would have been nice.&nbsp; But than, her dad had to go on and throw a wrench in her plans.&nbsp; How could she go on camera when she could get attacked by some serious monster from some ancient myth, at any time.&nbsp; It was inconvenient, is what it was.&nbsp; So she had packed a bag with the essentials and trekked her skinny ass all the way over to some camp in Long Island.&nbsp; But hey, so far this place was more comfortable than a hammock in Brazil, she'll give it that.&nbsp; <br><br>It had taken her four days to get into a routine.&nbsp; Wake up, run, shower, eat, explore/hunt/whatever, study, eat some more, than sleep; she was swiftly getting good at it, it was an easy existence.&nbsp; Which explained why she was up at the ass crack of dawn right now.&nbsp; She liked this time of the day, especially in this camp, where most people seemed to be asleep, and it was quiet, and cool.&nbsp; She had just taken a few laps around the camp, her leg muscles burning in that way she loved so much.&nbsp; She felt energized, awake, and in the mood to conquer anything and everything.&nbsp; For the hundredth time, she wished she could go off and just jump into another adventure; but she squashed that feeling down, by stopping to stretch out her hamstrings, her breath came whooshing out in a puff of carbon dioxide.&nbsp; It was probably because she had stopped, and the sound of her own heartbeat was no longer pumping loudly in her ears, that she heard music playing somewhere nearby-ish.&nbsp; She stood still, her breathing evening out, while she listened to it.&nbsp; It took her a moment to recognize the words being sung were in Spanish, and it got her curiosity piqued.&nbsp; She'd been to Mexico a few times, traveled through it more times than she could count, and had even haggled an old man out of his donkey once, which yeah, sounded racist as hell, but it had really happened, so yeah.&nbsp; But she had never heard whatever it was that was playing, and it seemed...well not overly interesting, but different from what she's been around in the past six months.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite her curiosity, she started out again, her pace slower, since she was nearing her run.&nbsp; But when she was going past two cabins, she peeked through and spotted the source of the noise.&nbsp; And almost toppled over with the need to laugh.&nbsp; She slapped a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh too hard, as she took in the scene of a one legged man, banging away at something in nothing but a pair of jeans, while he wiggled around, moving his hips to the music being played.&nbsp; She knew she shouldn't be laughing, but really, she wasn't one to treat anyone with a disability any differently than she would treat someone who was perfectly intact, and this dude deserved to be laughed at, his hips were really moving!&nbsp; Looking around, she didn't spot anyone else nearby, so she propped herself up against one of the cabin walls, and watched for a few more minutes, before whistling loudly, in a parody of a catcall.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 08:28:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abbey<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSNYaZXQud8</div></div><br>Vincent had grown up in a Mexican household. Loud music and work tended to run side by side, it reminded him days when his aunts took care of him while mom was at work. They would dance with their brooms or just in general, singing and having a good time. Vincent picked up some of those habits unknowingly, moving to the music&nbsp; as he worked. His old man seemed to have a thing for Latinas, more than half of his siblings were one form of Hispanic or another. <br><br>He was lost in his own little world, his hips swaying to the music as he worked. Most of the songs he knew by heart, singing along to them. Off course he was no child of Apollo but that didn't matter to him. He was unaware he was being watched the entire time. Only until a break came in between songs, he heard the cat calls. What time was it? Had he worked late into the morning? He checked the time and saw it was a quarter to seven. <br><br>Spinning to face his audience, Vincent simply bowed and turned back to his work. The next song came on and he went right back to what he was doing, engrossed in his little world. He might have exaggerated a little sway into his step, a pretty graceful one considering one leg was a prosthetic, now that he had an audience. Vincent didn't care, he would make his swords, build his cabins and listen to James Brown or Tigres del Norte, all day, every day! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 02:40:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Cassandra1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abbey" Statham (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10270715#msg10270715)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent Guerrero<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>There was a dry relief, when the strange one legged man turned around and bowed, instead of getting all huffy about being catcalled.&nbsp; She waited for him to say something, to acknowledge her presence, maybe say hi, so she could ask him about what he was busy doing; but instead, he turned back to what he was doing before, and continued wiggling around.&nbsp; She didn't know if she should be insulted or amused.&nbsp; Either way, he obviously had balls, since he didn't know who she was, or what she was capable of.&nbsp; She decided to be a bit insulted, but shrugged most of the annoyance off, to move closer to the working man.&nbsp; Her eyes trained on the way his arm muscles moved as he hammered away.&nbsp; There was a strength in the motions of his body, in the power it took to forge, whatever the hell he was making; she wasn't an expert on weapon making, thank you very much.&nbsp; She stopped a few feet away from the strange man, and stood up on her tip toes to peer over his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, what has you up so early working, hmm?"&nbsp; She leaned further forward and than rocked back onto her heels. "It sort of looks like a lump of metal.&nbsp; I hope your end product will be prettier than that."&nbsp; Even though watching him work was entertaining, she wasn't a gawker. <em>But come on, he was all muscle, like a machine pumping away at...yeah, no thinking of pumping of any kind, down girl, down!</em> She deftly moved away, moving closer to other tools around the forge like area.&nbsp; She peered closely at a giant hammer, glanced over at the legless man, and back at the hammer, before lifting her finger to gently tap at the metal head, before moving onto something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 04:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abbey<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>Audience or not, Vincent was gonna work until breakfast, or that was the plan originally. He was unaware of her approach until she spoke up. Vincent turned and saw the same girl who had been whistled and nodded in acknowledgement. Turning back, effectively ignoring her for two more minutes as he finished what he was doing. A chunk of metal could turn into useless slag if he was not careful. With the metal in need of reheating, he shoved it into the coals and stepped closer towards her after cutting off the music. The sweat off his forehead was wiped off with the back of his hand.<br><br>"It is a lump of metal, all swords start off like that." He grinned, did she not know who he was? Vincent walked around to one of the racks and drew a finished blade (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDgwWDY0MA==/z/TGMAAMXQTghRS8H3/$T2eC16NHJGYE9noohZuwBRS8H4Dn7Q~~60_35.JPG). His metalworking had been influenced by Damascus steel, an art form thought lost to the times. "That is almost finished...just need to give it a hilt and balance it." Vincent shared even if she didn't ask. "Hey, be careful, lot of that stuff is sharp and hot." He tried to warn her as he reached for his trusty tankard of ice cold Gatorade. "So, who are you, you must be new around here." The son of Hephaestus asked as he took a seat on a nearby stool one of his siblings has made from a tree trunk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 03:55:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Cassandra1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abbey" Statham (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10270715#msg10270715)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent Guerrero<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>She was still poking at things, as the stranger kept on working.&nbsp; A lot of the tools were sort of mysterious to her; sure she could guess at what some things were used for, but in reality, she had no real clue about their mysterious uses.&nbsp; She figured they were used, in an abstract way, to make things, and it wasn't such a stretch of the imagination to guess that they were used to create weapons for the camp.&nbsp; When the music was cut off, she had just been about to pick up what looked to be an unfinished daggers blade, but paused in mid motion to so she could swivel her head around to look back towards the the darker man.<br><br>"Hmmm"&nbsp; She was about to mention something about lumps of metal being good paper weights, but paused when she spotted what looked to be an unfinished blade in the mans hands.&nbsp; It was pretty, even unfinished, and she knew it would be prettier when finished, if her experience with scimitar's in the past was anything to go by.&nbsp; She may not be any good at using the weapon, but she'd, surprisingly, handled similar ones more times than she could count, growing up.&nbsp; "Ohh since when do Greeks use Scimitar's?"&nbsp; She said this, even as she had turned back to the dagger, her interest wandering back to the tools around her.&nbsp; She was just about to reach up with a finger to poke at the blunt end of the blade, but stopped mid motion to roll her eyes and turn back to the man, this time crossing her arms, and giving him her full attention.&nbsp; <br><br>"The names, Abbey.&nbsp; I got here a few days ago, when daddy told me about mother dearest being some great deity in the sky, blah blah blah, you've probably heard this a million times already."&nbsp; She sounded bored with it all, already.&nbsp; If she were to be honest, she wasn't even a hundred percent sure about wanting to be there.&nbsp; When she had first heard about it all, she had been interested, it wasn't everyday that you learned that your mother was...well who she was.&nbsp; But actually being at the camp made her heart sick for her adventurous life.&nbsp; There was already a little bit of doubt about whether she she was willing to give up her lifestyle, for even a little bit of time, to find out more about her heritage, forming inside of her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 00:33:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abbey<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>Vincent had the blade rested across his lap, inspecting it even during his break. Abbey's comment on the style of blade surprised him, is eyebrow perking in the process. "Somebody knows her deadly weapons." He commented as he took one last look and reached over to place it back on the rack. Vincent didn't go into details about the scimitar nor who was the intended buyer. He needed supplies not found easily within the camp from time to time. <br><br>"Well met Abbey, My name is Vicente-Alejandro, but people just call me Vince or Vincent, your call." The guy shrugged as he took another swig from his drink, listening to her go on about her godly parent. Her mom, that really narrowed down her options, considering her knowledge of weapons he pegged her as a daughter of Athena. <br><br>"Some people transition better and faster than the others. I did, I was brought here after getting shipped out of Iraq on a medivac. I got here, just felt like I belonged you know." He shared his story, one he didn't share very often but felt compelled to do so. "If you get bored, I can put you to work here in the forge" Vincent teased and a slight chuckle at his own joke. <br><br>"What are you doing out here so early?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 01:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Cassandra1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abbey" Statham (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10270715#msg10270715)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vincent Guerrero<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>Abbey didn't reply to his comment about her knowing things about weapons.&nbsp; Sure, she was aware that other people, <em>normal people</em>, didn't grow up with an action movie star father who liked to train constantly with any and all weapons, but it really wasn't a big deal to her.&nbsp; It wasn't like she knew how to use them after all, which made her knowledge a bit moot, since she wasn't planning on, say, teaching about the 14th century Byzantine empires weapons preference, anytime soon. She<br><br>She was already planning on calling him Vinnie, the second after he gave her his name.&nbsp; A) because he just looked like a Vinny, and B) because she got the feeling it might bug him a bit.&nbsp; When he started talking about how he himself, had gotten to the camp, she turned the full weight of her attention onto him.&nbsp; Her eyes skimmed up his body, taking in the prosthetic leg, but not lingering there too long, since she wasn't rude.<br><br>"Thanks for offering, but I'm not really all that interested in making anything beyond jerry rigging an ax when I'm facing a 60 foot rock wall, and I need to find my self...well...up it.&nbsp; She stopped talking for a moment, than tilted her head.&nbsp; "Wait, why did your offer make you laugh?&nbsp; The idea of me working in the forge funny to you?&nbsp; Is it because I'm a woman?"&nbsp; The corners of her lips tilted upwards, giving away the fact that she was poking fun at him.&nbsp; She probably should have taken exception to his laughing, but she couldn't summon enough effort to get offended.&nbsp; Instead she moved over to a table that was sort of clear, and hopped onto it, facing Vinny.<br><br>"Well, I'm out here, at the ass crack of dawn, in all my running gear glory, so obviously, I was bird watching."&nbsp; She deadpanned.&nbsp; And than she cracked up laughing a moment later.&nbsp; "I was out running.&nbsp; I'm used to being very active, and being here, well, I need to use up my spare energy somehow.&nbsp; Plus, it's really quiet at this time, nobody around to run into, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: The Forge (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 08:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Vincent1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vincent Guerrero (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10163218#msg10163218)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hephaestus <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Forge <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24, 6:45<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abbey<br><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><br>"Ever considering going around the wall?" Vincent quipped before she began a rant that might have rivaled Kat's. "Not at all, I have more sisters than brothers. But I don't think you would be interested in working in the forge all day, your nails are far too clean." He pointed out, gesturing to her well kept hands. His sisters spent some time trying to keep their hands in decent shape, Vincent rarely did. His hands were calloused and worn, his nails were dirty a majority of the time from all the work he did. Despite their rough and beaten appearance, he crafted things of elegance and skill, deadly as well. <br><br>"Did you catch the harpies in the morning sun cawing? Quite a sight." Vincent egged her on, if she wanted to be a brat he could play along. He did agree on the camp being worlds apart early in the morning. "You thirsty?" Vincent pushed over his cooler which had a selection of drinks. He kept look back at her, unsure why he wanted to keep her attention on him. "So monster fighting, rock climbing is not enough? What the hell did you do before? Jump out of planes chained to sharks and bears?" He asked sarcastically, teasing her once more. <br>
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