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We find ourselves in the same old mess, mattie
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 7 2016, 09:18 AM
Iliria wasn't exactly thrilled with what she was looking at. Though to be honest right now it looked as if someone had simply just thrown everything into a pile. There were some things that looked like it needed more work, half of the weapons were blunted and the other half needed some work. Who the hell did something like that? It was not right. Iliria was going to bet that it was not the Ares nor the Hephaestus children. Or the Athena kids either. More than likely it was probably the younger children that didn't know how to care for their weapons. That was another mental note that she made in her mind. Maybe an added responsibility for the cabin leaders to ensure the proper care of the weapons and armor they had. If you took care of your armor, it would take care of you. Your armor could save your life one day.
After sorting through everything, she started to put the armor back on the shelves and the weapons in the racks in some semblance of order. Bladed weapons on one side and blunted weapons on the other. The breast plates were hanging from the dummies like they were supposed to. She nodded her head as she looked at it intently with a careful eye. She'd have to grab a few things from the forge before she came back to the armory. The forge gave way to all of the things that she needed, grabbing a burlap pack before shoving all of the things she needed in it. Grabbing a hand full of unused rags, she then turned on her heel and used her abilities to shove the door aside. Metal doors in the forge, better than wooden. For some reason she pictured the forge to be like the older blacksmiths that she had seen back when she was still little.
She sat down on a crate as she picked the weapons up that she needed to do some work on, pulling out a whetstone as she picked up a blade as she inspected it. The blade was warped, she tossed it into the pile that was going to go strait towards the forge. The next blade she picked up, this one she could deal with. Iliria scraped the edge of the stone along the blade as she heard footsteps approaching from behind. "Grab a stone and a sword." She said happily as she flicked a finger along the blade testing it for sharpness.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 8 2016, 02:22 AM
Mattie had not yet made an attempt to leave Camp for an excursion to New York City for another job, with the recent arrival of the Amazons. Whether it would be his bike or any other of his assets, he’d rather not have any of them seized, and hadn’t worked out a schedule to get what he needed to done, so in terms of his work, he was mostly in limbo for now. Mattie had spent some time in Hotel Valhalla, pestering the residents incessantly, but as all things ended, he needed to go back to Camp, only to find it was taken over by the Amazons. Mattie was not amused in the slightest. Mattie had woken up early, and checked through all of his belongings. At the moment, he didn’t have to worry about sharing in terms of room and board, he had the place to himself and wouldn’t have to worry about some nosy sibling sticking their noses into his belongings.
Everything seemed to be in order, right? No, no, no! Mattie had thought he’d set everything down back where he’d usually kept it, but one of his blades was missing. Perhaps he’d taken it out somewhere like Valhalla? It was too late to go look for it there, and Mattie had strong doubts that the dirk had been anywhere near Valhalla. Mattie wouldn’t have found it necessary to bring it along with him, so his suspicion was that he’d accidentally dropped it whilst training. Mattie scoured around the arena, looking for the handle and steel he found all too familiar, but there was no sign of it in or around the corners of the arena.
Instead, Mattie decided on checking the armory. Perhaps someone picked it up and didn’t realize it was more of a personal weapon rather than one of camps, though it wouldn’t have been too hard to do with it’s distinctive steel blade, most of the weapons at Camp Half-Blood were made of Celestial Bronze, provided that they came from Greek origin. Mattie poked his head into the arena, taking a quick glance around before he heard someone in there, scraping at a sword. Mattie walked in, taking a look around for his weapon, before seeing who was inside there, it was one of those Amazons.
Now, he had two options here, he could try and be cooperative and take the high road, or he could go into his Petty Pattie mode. Why take the high road when the petty road was so much more fun after all? Mattie glanced around. “Sure thing. I’m just looking for something of mine, you wouldn’t happen to have seen a dirk lying here though, ja?”, Mattie said, tilting his head slightly as he scanned around. Hopefully it was around here somewhere.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 8 2016, 09:02 AM
Iliria wasn't exactly someone who hated people of the male persuasion, not like those petty little girl scout hunters. She wasn't exactly stoked about being here at Camp Half-blood. But it was on a counter side too, she wanted to explore it. She had grown up in a singular place, lived there for nearly a century, this was new and different. Iliria really wished that it had been in a different circumstances. She wanted to explore it, but she was here to do something big. While she didn't agree with the methods, Iliria wanted to prove that they were here to help. She had always read that you caught more flies with honey than with vinegar. But it was at odds with what she was taught, After all, she would never openly contridict her queen. She was loyal to her, to her mother, to her sisters. Apparently she had a brother too, one that would have been here. He was probably long dead by now.
Looking up at the sound of footsteps, after asking if they would be willing to help, she heard a male voice. She glanced around to see the blond headed male, at the moment, he was the sole occupant at the Zeus cabin. One Mr. Mathias Densen. He was an interesting character based on his file. There wasn't too much on him, as apparently he was someone who had only recently arrived in camp. By recently, Iliria could mean within the year or yesterday. It was always subjective. She sized him up, something that she always did. He was long and lanky, he could prove to be a formidable opponent if challenged. The children of the big three were always natural fighters, though not more so than the Athena or Ares kids. She had a soft spot for those Ares kids.
"Dirk? No, but what is it made of?" She asked with a bit of a furrowed brow. If it was one of those special weapons she could probably summon it to them. "plenty of daggers on the rack there, though mostly the traditional things." She stated as she motioned to the shelves where the daggers were. Most of the campers had some special weapons made by the boys in the forge. They could really make things shine and sparkle.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 12 2016, 03:39 PM
Mattie hadn’t been able to leave recently, and the last time he could have remembered having the dirk was a few days past, when he’d taken to training on his lonesome. He preferred to train alone without anyone else, he could work on what suited him best most effectively. Mikkel was a great mentor for the Dane when he lived with him and taught Mattie all the tools of his trade, but Mattie wasn’t incredibly versatile in terms of combat, especially hand-to-hand or close combat. He preferred to stay clear to what he knew, as that could be applied practically. That, and the fact that his shots were always aimed straight for the eye made some of the campers that weren’t used to the gunslinging blonde boy rather uneasy. Mattie’d been shooting since he was hardly at the age of ten and could lift up the hunting rifles his mother owned, only his shots aimed at game rather than the eye center of a businessman or cartel leader. It was a game to him, a dangerous one at that, but what was there to life but looming carnage and inevitable danger?
“Eh, it’s not really anything too special, the blade’s made of steel, serrated on a little edge of it and it’s got a black handle, with a little notch to fasten it with on it. I must’ve dropped it somewhere then”, Mattie said, with an annoyed sigh. He hated it when he lost his things. A couple of spare bullet shells he could deal with, but that was one of his favorite knives. He was going to be very bummed out if he didn’t find it soon, and he wasn’t about to go looking for it up in Valhalla. They’d have wanted him out as soon as possible with the trail of popcorn and anger he had following him wherever he went. Since only in the eyes of Mattie Densen, pissing off immortal Norse warriors with an abundance of cheap sporks was a fantastic idea. Mattie found it highly amusing, albeit life-threatening. Mattie didn’t care about the sequence of events that made up something like life. To him, everything resounded on the same level of ultimately meaningless, so he wasn’t bound to concern himself with most affairs. Everything done for the longing for a sense of amusement.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 14 2016, 09:23 AM
Iliria had taken the blade she had finished honing and set it on the rack with the others of it's type as the long amazon stood up. Her whole frame was muscular and athletic in nature, well toned and stretched. She stood at just two inches over six foot tall. Her head dipped as she listened to Mattie describe the weapon that he had misplaced. Her hands were outstretched as she let her finger tips call out to the weapon. Steel, that was what her mind called out to the dirk as she allowed her fingers to float over the shelves. She paused as she summoned the blade from where it had been thrown, dropped possibly, but someone might have picked it up and returned it to the armory unknowing as to who it's master actually was. It flew to her finger tips and she grasped it, turning to the long and lanky Dane as she flipped it over in her fingers to hand him the hilt. "Is this it?" She asked as she allowed him to examine it.
Iliria frowned as she then sat back down to hone the massive pile of blades that was sitting at her feet. A glance downward at the stone in hand made her frown as she then tossed it aside. Why was she bothering to use such archaic methods with that? Using her ability to manipulate metal, she ran a palm down the blades length, sharpening it to a razor sharp point as she then flicked a thumb across to test the blade. When satisfied she then stood up with the long sword and set it in the rack with the others. "I can sharpen your blades, all of the ones you have on your person if you'd like." She offered.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 18 2017, 04:51 PM
Mattie's eyes fixated at the point of the blade, which the other girl had perfected to a wickedly sharp point. It was far better than anything Mattie could have done by hand, she supposed she bore a sort of power that was helpful in such a way, though Mattie wasn't about to ask on the exact mechanics of it. "Aah, I've got a lot, but if you don't mind sharpening some of them... That would be great!", Mattie added, with a small grin pulling at his face. With that, Mattie slid off the coat which he typically wore, and set it down on the ground. It felt odd to him, not being in his coat, for he hardly ever wore anything that wasn't his coat or another form of long sleeve, but it was easier for him to find and take out the majority of his arms if he had them laid out in an easy to find way. His coat off, his handgun was clearly visible as well, for it was usually concealed by his coat.
Mattie took out a handful of weapons from his person, including three simplistic throwing knives and a standard modern combat knife, setting them down for the other girl. He also took out his Rondel dagger, a medieval style blade which he'd gotten from his cousin, adding it to his collection. "Those are the only ones I've got on me now. It's a lot", Mattie said, with a small chuckle.
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