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For those of you who might give a fuck, Jake English is gone from the bubble again.
The kid's going to earn himself a title of flighty broad, at this rate.
Maybe the third time's the charm, if our "great and powerful God" deigns to deliver him a third time.
I rather suspect that it's too busy quoting Dirty Harry at us and our delightful circumstance.

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I know enough about it now to know prying will only dig up bad memories. I won't ask any more about it.

Depends on what you're asking.
I already got you to spill some details about your situation, I won't mind a few questions.
Fair's fair, and that shit.

Yeah, but I didn't go into anything personal.
If you want to tell me anything else about it you can. But I don' want to go asking the wrong questions. It's bad enough you just lost your friend again to the whims of this place.

There's no curse going on that'll make me tell you.
Amazingly, I'm not above telling people to fuck off if they're being intrusive.
You'll note I haven't done that yet.

I know you don't have to tell me, but that doesn't mean it won't bring up bad memories for you.

[Give him a moment. He's not used to having his friends be so conscious of his feelings. Because half the time he's compared to a robot.]

If you insist.
Let's change the topic.

[He's thinking of his own feelings as much as Dirk's right now. Thinking about the sad things is something he actively tries to avoid. He figures Dirk probably does too.]

Yeah.
I finally got my hands on some celestial bronze the other day. You should come check it out sometime.

Hell fucking yes I should.
You make it into anything yet, or is it just scrap at this point?

I'm working on something, but most of it's still scrap.

That's fine with me.
I can compare the raw material to the finished state.
I don't often get the chance to use materials that haven't been previously manufactured in some way or another.
It's hella inconvenient at times.

I got a few small raw pieces. Which was all they had in that state. But everything else I got has already been used.
Feel free to drop by whenever. Don't have any solid plans right now, so I'm around.

Be there in a few.

[And sure enough, it doesn't take Dirk long to make his way over to the demigod house, thanks to it only being a few doors down. Once he's there, he'll knock on the garage door, since that's where he assumes Leo is.]

[Without looking over or completely stopping what he's doing, Leo pushes a button to automatically open the side door to the garage. He'd made and installed the device earlier that week. There was no reason to ask who it was.]

Hey, Dirk.

[He's sitting at the desk that he'd recently relocated to the garage from his bedroom. It was getting a little crowded in there. In the center of the garage is a small but decently sized pile of celestial bronze. Next to it are some random scrap parts that he'd gotten from some shop. The only furniture in there besides his desk is a shelving unit with a bunch of random projects he's finished, others he's only just started, some tools, the Archimedes sphere and the scrolls.]

[He's working on the gift for Nanaki, adding a few finishing touches to the SFC stand portion of the project.]

Yo, Lebro.

[That one's kind of bad, even by his standards, but he's not the most focused at coming up with a better one at the moment.

He turns one eye to what Leo's doing, but goes to stand by the pile of celestial bronze, hands in his pockets.]

Anything I need to know before touching this shit?

Call me Lebro again and I'll call you Dork instead of Dirk.

[Leo turns to look at Dirk standing near the pile.] Just be careful of any sharp edges? It's not supposed to be able to harm you, but I've also never seen a mortal try to injure themselves with celestial bronze. Don't want to rule out that possibility.

Better than Dick. I've been called both.

[Drunk Roxy is a great friend, really.

Dirk raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't go hunting through the pile looking for sharp edges.]

I doubt it could kill if it's just a small cut, but if you haven't experimented on it, I'm not about to go stab-happy.

[He makes a mental note of that.

She sounds like it.]

I doubt it would kill you. It's not supposed to be able to at all. It's supposed to go through you like you were a ghost.

[He gets up and sets the project he's working on down. He approaches the pile and roots around in there until he finds a sharp piece. Picking it up in one hand he looks to Dirk.] Mind if I show you?

[Sober Roxy is also a great friend. She just makes those kinds of typos on purpose.]

Sure, why the hell not. Just don't aim for anything vital.

Don't worry. I wasn't planning on it. [Jokingly he adds-] Your neck's not vital, is it?

[He doesn't wait for the response though and makes a slicing motion at Dirk's arm, the celestial bronze going through him exactly as he described.]

[Dirk watches as Leo swings the piece of bronze at his arm. It's impossible not to flinch a little as it gets close, but he keeps himself from pulling completely out of the way. It's mind over matter in situations like that, and in the end there's no harm done, anyway. He lifts his arm to examine the unbroken skin.]

Damn. There go all my hopes of birth by immaculate conception. I suppose the lack of miracles and angels heralding my arrival might have been a sign.

Edited 2013-06-21 20:51 (UTC)

[Leo bursts out laughing at the comment.]

Didn't know you were harboring any. Anyway, I don't think demigods are born with that much fanfare. Or any, really.

[He tosses the piece of celestial bronze back into the heap.]

Makes sense, I suppose. Greek Gods aren't known for that kind of shit, are they.

[Dirk goes back to examining the pile, but with those special properties demonstrated, it doesn't have much of his interest.]

Nope. But they're good at making babies and leaving them to be raised by single parents.

[He notices that Dirk isn't interested in the pile anymore and motions for him to head back over to the desk.]

Anyway. It's not complete yet, but if you want to see it in action, I'll show you. I just need to make the casing for it.

[Dirk nods, then tucks his hands into his pockets and wanders back toward the desk.]

Do you even need to ask, bro? Hell yes, I'd like to.

Cool.

[He grabs his SFC from his belt and places it on top of the stand.] So that's the purpose of it. To hold the SFC so you can video chat hands free.

[He then puts the SFC back on his belt and presses a tiny button on one of the legs of the stand and the whole thing folds and shrinks down to something small enough to fit inside a medium sized cellphone charm. Or in this case and SFC charm.] Ta-da!

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