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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 24, 2014 17:24:57 GMT -6

This was all so overwhelming, this new world. Everything had changed. Everyone Eleanor knew from home was dead, she could no longer see or speak to them, and that included her queen. Eleanor Holland was a trusted lady-in-waiting to the queen, and she couldn't even be there in her time of need of support, she had tried to head to her mistress as quickly as possible but had simply failed in the distraction that was the Lotus Inn. Since her retrieval, Eleanor had felt nothing but remorse. The satyr had taken her straight to camp and abandoned her there and the girl didn't know what to do with herself. This was a new world. People wore unusual clothing, they acted in unusual ways. Not only that, but women were fighting! They were in armor! Women! So much has changed in the world and Eleanor had missed it all, and though Eleanor was the only one in odd attire, wearing the medieval era dress she always wore when with her queen, she felt everyone else odd. Admittedly, the daughter of Athena just wanted to hide somewhere, to feel as though she was home again. Back in England in service to the queen. I wonder what happened... she thought as she made her way through the camp, after I left... I wonder what she thought... At least she had had the other ladies at her side... perhaps there were books which gave details about the queen's progress with her regency, whether she succeeded, what happened afterwards. Though this was reserved for when she had found the appropriate books. For now, she just had to fear.

Eventually on her path Eleanor could hear the sound of clanging metal. The sound of a forge. It was a familiar sound back at home, often in the villages close to the palaces there would be a blacksmith. Just closing her eyes Eleanor could imagine herself back at home, walking through the town with the other ladies, perhaps picking up an item or two in the markets for the queen. The sound of the blacksmith could always be heard. Occasionally, the girls would make conversation with the smith, the others often flirting, though it would never come to anything. Ladies-in-waiting were usually of a high position and therefore had to marry high, not only that but their fathers were the ones to arrange their respective marriages. Though since Eleanor's father died when Eleanor was aged roughly fourteen, the chance had been missed for her father to sort out such an arrangement and she had purely hoped that her good standing with the queen would land her a husband sooner or later. Though again, this plan only failed. Eleanor wasn't far from being an old, unmarried maid. Women married young, at about thirteen or fourteen. She was nineteen now, surely it must have been too late? Especially in this modern world, perhaps women were expected to marry at a younger age. Eleanor was truly alone.

Believing the sound of the forge to be a weirdly comforting sound, Eleanor made her way to the forge. She stopped just outside and peered in, looking at first to see if anyone was inside. If anyone was inside, Eleanor hadn't noticed them yet. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the various items just on the side in the forge. Swords, shields, spears. How the sight of such weapons was comforting to her astounded her. Though there were also various things around which Eleanor had no clue about. It was nothing she had seen before, metallic mechanisms of a sort? She took a step towards one of them and gently reached out to touch it, evidently succumbing to her curiosity.
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OOC: Here you go. xD You can have him be in there if you want, she just didn't notice him if he was. xD I thought I might as well put it in the forge. So yeah, I hope it's okay. ;D
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Bastien had been tinkering, as usual. This time he was not entirely sure as to what it was he was making, but he knew it would have a grand purpose. There was something about the way the fire danced that made him press harder to finish this creation faster, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind quickly tore him away from his work. Something wasn't quite right. The man was not a psychic, nor would he ever claim to be; there just seemed to be an inner doorbell when someone touched something inside the forge. Maybe a camper had entered, or maybe someone had touched something. Whatever the case, the man had every intention of finding out who it was and what they wanted.

There was always the possibility that his intuition could be wrong, but there was no way that he could deny his instinct after what he had been through. There was absolutely no reason for him to simply peer around a door or two and see if someone was there; there was little time or effort wasted. Choosing to go with his gut rather than against it, the tanned man slowly made his way to the front entry of the forge, clad in a various leather accessories, all covering his bare skin, white shirt, and blue jeans.

Blondie at the door was dressed like she had just come from the renaissance fair. The man's face was a blank slate, but his mind was reeling. He'd not been out much as of late, so maybe she was a new arrival? "Can I help you, milady?" The words, spoken calmly, were meant as a jest and nothing more. He thought it was kind of funny to roleplay as if he was some kind of a blacksmith working in a forge, but in reality he was just being a bit of a jerk. He wasn't able to resist the temptation, nevertheless.

Temptation came again as he was wholly tempted to swat her hand away with words, but it wasn't like she was hurting anything. It was really hard to hurt anything around here, anyways. She was probably just curious as to what the people in the forge could do. That seemed to be something that a lot of campers did, after all. Many loved their weapons so much that they liked to get one personally forged. Though they usually asked their friends, it was not rare for someone who was otherwise affiliated to craft a weapon for a price. Something about the woman told him that she wasn't there for a weapon, however. She couldn't have been dressing like that for the heck of it. Maybe she was insane.

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The modern world || Bastien Aug 25, 2014 4:42:00 GMT -6

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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 25, 2014 4:42:00 GMT -6

The Lady Eleanor had nearly touched the confusing contraption before she was startled by a voice. 'Can I help you, milady?' To which, her first reaction was a little startled jump. "Oh, my lord!" Putting her hand on her heart at the moment as she quickly calmed and pivoted on her foot to face the new character. Assuming the routine she had always done when approached by a male, the girl bowed her head, kept her hands together and bowed her head. "Master Blacksmith," she started, assuming he was, of course, a master of his trade and a blacksmith at that too. If he was in a forge, surely that was what he must be? "I beg that you forgive me for my intrusion, I did not mean any trouble." Her English accent soaked through her words, though it was a little off. Not like the modern English, but not that sort of posh or stuck-up tone either. It was gentle and eloquent in that all her words were spoken clearly. Eventually, her gaze moved up to meet his. This was an acceptable manner of behavior when around a blacksmith of a sort, though when around someone of higher rank, say, an Earl or a Duke, as a mere lady-in-waiting, Eleanor would have been expected to keep her gaze at the floor until she was spoken to. Upon seeing him, she felt a little confusion once again. Never before had she actually seen an attractive blacksmith such as this, though perhaps this was because every time she saw one she either never paid too much attention, or the castles weren't lucky in looks when it came to the castle smith. Unless... this man was a knight? He was around so many weapons, perhaps he had purely come to collect one and had just seen Eleanor and asked if she had needed any assistance. At this thought, she worried about her next step. Though seeing as she had already gone as far as she had, there wasn't really anything she could do about it.

Instead, the girl gestured towards the contraption she had been tempted to touch, in answer to his question, which she had thought was genuine. People usually addressed her in such a manner, after all. Especially the castle smiths. "I was just curious, master." His honorific shortening this time. "You see, I have never seen anything like it before and well... curiosity got the better of me, I am afraid. I simply wanted to know what they were." A little meek smile arrived on her lips, but then her gaze moved around the forge and she paused before adding, "well, in fact... that could be said for many of the devices here. Bar the traditional weapons, such as swords, spears, and so on." Eleanor swallowed and looked back at the presumed master blacksmith. She didn't yet know how to explain what seemed like a sudden time jump, how that was probably how she knew nothing of the court and forges of the modern world. Weaponry and technology had developed extensively, apparently, and perhaps if Eleanor had stayed in the time period she was actually meant for, well... she wouldn't have to worry about all these changes. She could have just been content in the service of her mistress. Soon, the girl just bowed her head once again. "I do apologize once again, however, and if you wish that I leave then I will do as you say." Despite this, the daughter of Athena really didn't want to go. She wanted to find out what everything was, she wanted to stay in this only connection to home she had. The forge was the only reminder of the past that she had seen so far, she just wanted to listen to the clanging of the metal and the sound of heated weapons cooling.
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Post by Bastien Cavanaugh on Aug 25, 2014 17:13:03 GMT -6

Either this chick was an astonishing young actress or she was legitimately from Europe. Bastien blinked a few times before he managed to talk, mostly because something told him this was some kind of hoax. Being from Europe really wasn't that rare, as he himself was born and raised in Greece, but still retaining an accent was an entirely different thing. The girl seemed young, so maybe she'd just been found? "It's alright, everyone's welcome. Just be careful of the fires." A little disclaimer to prevent injury seemed to be the wisest thing to do, though Bastien was really unsure of his next course of action. Giving her a tour was a viable option, though it would take lots of time.

Being called 'master' made a small, awkward smile come to the tanned man's face. 'Master' was something that he had began to classify as being 'kinky', though this woman used it as if he was the local man who made horseshoes and stuff. Surely he wasn't that far from being a master blacksmith, but he felt just a little too young to be classified as a master just yet. He could make plenty of weaponry but when it came to small, intricate forgery he wasn't as good. After he mastered that, he would enjoy being thought of as a master craftsman. Until then, the title would feel very strange.

Bastien listened to the female as she spoke, careful to pick up on any subtelties she might have deposited in her words. He didn't feel like he could trust her, which was probably the truth, considering the accent and garb. She may have escaped from the looney-bin. "You've never seen anything like this before? New to the forge?" The questions seemed to be a great way to get to the answers he wanted, after which he would be more compelled to give her the answers she herself wanted. The stony expression on Bastien's chiseled face could have led to intimidation though he really wasn't trying to be intimidating. The situation was just causing him to be a little incredulous. Such a story was rare.

"It's alright if you stick around for a bit, as I could probably enlighten you as to the purpose of some of the machinery and the weapons that are foreign to you." Being helpful to a camper was nothing new and the son of Hephaestus was beginning to think of the girl in a different light. If she hadn't seen the more technologically advanced weaponry maybe she was an old recluse or something. Helping would be a good way to get inside her head and figure her out, wouldn't it? Bastien thought it seemed like a good idea. "If you just point at something you're interested in, I can help you understand the purpose. I could probably help you learn to use some of it, if you're interested, though that would require a little more work." These words were said with a curt smile; it was polite, though it faded as soon as it had arrived. He wasn't enthused at first and he definitely didn't want to seem too eager, but he really wanted to understand the blonde before him.

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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 25, 2014 18:03:39 GMT -6

On her lips, Eleanor wore a simple but warm smile. She paused, though found herself smiling just a little more upon his words. "Oh, thank the Lord," was all the daughter of Athena had said before bowing her head once again. Once would have thought it would get a little tiring acting in such a way all the time, bowing her head whenever necessary, but Eleanor was used to it. She had grown up with it. Every time the queen or even the king himself had passed her in the corridor, Eleanor would have had to bow her head in respect, ensuring that eye contact was not made unless spoken to. "I will be sure to be careful of the fires, thank you." She smiled, her tone warming up much more by now. After having said that, her gaze scanned the room slowly. There were lots of beautiful things around here, though it still bore the strong reminders of the past that admittedly warmed the girl up a little inside. Even just the sight of the fires made her feel warm, though more emotionally rather than physically warm as the obvious might state.

Though first things first, the smith had welcomed her into the forge, the least she could do was introduce herself properly. "Though please, Master, you have been so kind as to allow me to stay... allow me to introduce myself." With that her smile warmed even more and her head bowed just a little once again, though this time she gave a little curtsey. "My name is Eleanor Holland, I am the daughter of the Du-" Eleanor froze at that, thinking it through. Everything from that past was gone. How was this smith to know exactly who the Duke of Exeter was? Her position in the royal household was of no significance either. None of it mattered. Not anymore. She relaxed a little, her smile faltering just a bit. "Daughter of Athena." Though having changed what she was really going to say, she felt it a little more suitable to state her relation to the gods, rather than of the peerage.

"New to this forge, yes." At that, Eleanor felt her gaze moving around the forge, examining what she could see and wondering again what the modern contraptions might be. "I have been to forges before, however. I was sometimes sent on errands to forges to retrieve requested items, though the girls I was with often found themselves flirting with the Castle Smith, despite the fact that though he was, admittedly, attractive, we women could have no hope in love." Eleanor suddenly stopped. Had she said too much? Revealed more than she should have? Quickly she shook her head, "I beseech that you forget what I have just said, it is of no relevance. Point is, I have seen a forge before, just... not some of the things within this one." It didn't take long before Eleanor simply put her face in her hands and sighed. "I must seem odd to you. Many people have already stared and commented, and here I am rambling on about things that remind me of home. When in fact, they are much more different now." Would she not stop rambling now? The smith was probably judging her and unfortunately, here Eleanor was welcoming it. Only an hour or so into her being at camp and she was already used to the judgmental comments of other campers.

Though soon, she had assumed that warm smile once again. "I would love for you to do as such, Master." Referring to him as master was becoming something of a habit now, it would be difficult to break out of it. Hopefully he didn't mind it. He hadn't yet said anything about her referring to him as such. Upon his suggestion to point at something for an explanation, Eleanor gestured once again to the contraption, the small automaton. "What is this?" She asked in a polite manner, glancing back at the smith every so often. "And this?" Quickly then, her gestured hand moved to a miniature gun on the side. It looked like a much smaller different of a similar contraption that she had seen in the possession of the armory back home. Though theirs were much bigger, more likely to explode when firing. "I have seen that before, though much bigger versions. When did they get so small?"
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OOC: Okay, so she's hinted at her past and so on. She's warming up to him though. xD Maybe I'm purposely keeping her using the term "master" when talking to him. xDD
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Post by Bastien Cavanaugh on Aug 26, 2014 19:48:28 GMT -6

A nod came from Bastien at the blonde's acceptance of his request. He was thankful that he wasn't going to have a giant liability roaming around like a stray child. Ever so slowly, the man was beginning to think that the female was actually from the middle ages. Maybe she was a hunter of Artemis or something. She was pretty polite and dressed and spoke funny, so that was definitely a plausible explanation. Why she chose to wear medieval dress was still a mystery and would probably continue to be such until a different point in time. Bastien hadn't the nerve to come out and ask and felt he would have liked it if others had the decency to do the same unto him. Do unto others... yeah, that.

Daughter of the Du-..? The words made questions fly into the man's head. What could she have been wanting to say? It seemed she had caught herself mid-sentence and wasn't about to reveal any of the information the son of Hephaestus was so desperately craving. It probably wasn't obvious to the female due to his stoic, no tolerance for crap expression that still rested upon his face. Being the daughter of Athena made her a good candidate for being a hunter, didn't it? It seemed like solid logic. He was still going to try to figure this out. "I'm Bastien Cavanaugh. Hephaestus." He didn't bother to correct her addressing him as master and he figured he wouldn't; being respected was something he truly enjoyed.

The man's ears perked up at the thought that the blonde had been in a forge before and his curiosity had officially been peaked. The way she spoke only further confirmed his earlier suspicions about her being a hunter of Artemis. She must have been alive for a very long time to have spoken to someone in a different forge, especially if there was any kind of a limitation on who could and could not be loved. Unless her friends were, of course, also loyal hunters of Artemis. The thought was an interesting one, but Bastien didn't press forth with his interrogation. She'd given him enough information to create a set of hypotheses that had yet to be proven wrong. "I will admit you are odd, but I don't think oddities are a bad thing. You're different from most of the other campers. Being different isn't bad, at least not in this day and age. You would think they would be interested in someone who wasn't identical to them." Many campers probably weren't all that interested in having a history lesson, but Bastien may have been the exception to that. Perhaps the forge was the right place for Blondie to be.

A small flicker of excitement appeared within the man, though he was careful not to let it show. He didn't want to appear too eager. He couldn't appear too eager. That could have disastrous consequences. Maybe they wouldn't be as disastrous as he was thinking, but he still didn't want to take any chances. This could all be a very well-set hoax. The fleece had been stolen, so maybe he should be more suspicious than usual. She could be lying through her teeth. The survival instinct within the man's heart blazed with the fuel it recieved from the thoughts of the fleece; there was no way he was going to trust her so soon. Until he could find something solid to accuse her of, he would keep quiet and do as he had said. That was probably the clever thing to do.

"That is a press. It helps keep the material of interest even and smooth." His tone was flat, but he hoped his words would satisfy the girl. He wasn't one to beat around the bush. That aspect had mostly just caused trouble. Bastien moved to pick up the small pistol, careful not to move too suddenly or point the gun at the blonde. He wasn't a threat and he didn't want to seem like one. "This is a pistol. They have been improved over time since the larger guns proved to be a pain to carry. This is easily hid away to improve the chances of appearing unarmed. This particular gun is a semi-automatic, meaning it fires without needing cocked. It's not as accurate as a rifle, but in a skilled hand it could easily claim a life." People these days were all about convinience, weren't they?

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The modern world || Bastien Aug 27, 2014 8:59:02 GMT -6

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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 27, 2014 8:59:02 GMT -6

Eleanor had paused for a moment or two, starting to overthink just a little after her self-interrupted attempt at an introduction. It troubled her that this was perhaps the first person she had met after having escaped the Lotus Inn, besides the satyr of course, and she didn’t even know how one sufficiently introduced themselves in this time period. She imagined that titles and mannerisms still stuck, though she did believe that should her family be long dead, that bloodline could have been too – thus this Master Blacksmith wouldn’t have known who the Duke of Exeter was, or the Queen Margaret for that matter. Would it have been worth saying anyway? One just couldn’t be sure. "I apologize," she started, referring to her sudden interruption in her words, part of her believing it was a little rude to stop mid-sentence since it only made people curious and most of the time, especially with men of high rank who felt they needed to know everything, she would end up having to say it anyway. "I am not sure how one is supposed to… introduce themselves, or even act, in this day and age, and introductions come are routine once they are requested of me. So…" She looked down anxiously, not sure as to whether or not she should divulge her past, or rather, what only seemed like yesterday. She had only just met this smith, after all. "If you wish for me to say what I was going to, then I will. However, I am not sure as to whether you would know who I was speaking of." At that she felt herself pause once again, thinking through her words carefully. Though it was clear by now that she had been overthinking. "I mean no offence there, it is just that my father has been dead for a few years and I doubt he is well known." Well, he had been dead for six years by the time Eleanor had disappeared, though perhaps the word ‘few’ here was a slight understatement. Perhaps his death, however, was the only one which she wasn’t still mourning over. He had been kind to her, but Eleanor had already mourned. It was her friends and the rest of her family that caused her hidden upset, it was their deaths that made her feel like she wanted to cry, and it was their deaths that had made her feel so lonely.

Upon the Master Blacksmith’s introduction, a warm smile found itself on the lips of the daughter of Athena. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Bastien Cavanaugh," and with that came a small bow of the head. Though soon, she felt her head tilting just a little as curiosity ran through her. Hephaestus must have been another god, though Greek history hadn’t been something she had studied during her childhood and so she wasn’t familiar with certain names and terms. Though, judging that the two of them were in a forge, Eleanor felt Hephaestus may have a link to smithing, though she didn’t want to embarrass herself by asking should the answer be too obvious.

Admittedly, the girl’s smile warmed even more upon the kind words of Bastien Cavanaugh. Of course, he confessed that she did strike him as odd, but logically speaking, Eleanor would have felt the same way should she have met someone from say… the 900s, perhaps? But Bastien seemed kind with how he put it, assuring her that being different wasn’t bad. Things have certainly changed… was all she could think, knowing a time when one could have been punished or, God forbid, executed for thinking or acting differently. So different was good here. "Thank you," she said at first, looking at him with that warm smile of hers still present. "You are kind." Upon saying that, Eleanor looked down at herself and gently brushed any dirt off her dress. With that, a small sigh escaped her and her gaze returned to him and her smile faltered. "I do hope, however, that others share that opinion." After that, the girl shrugged. "I am afraid I am too used to living among extremely judgmental people, so it may take time to adjust to that..." That didn’t reveal too much, did it? Ah well, he probably would have gotten it by now. Here she was, medieval era dress, mannerisms and speech. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

"A press…" Clearly she was fascinated in his explanations, the look on her face gave a similar delighted expression. "So for after tanning leather, perhaps? Or for more than that?" Quickly, she looked up at the Master. But soon, her gaze averted to the pistol. "Is it anything like a musket? Or a miniature cannon?" The daughter of Athena had asked curiously, oh, how she did enjoy learning. It was almost child-like. She paused and listened intently to the rest of his explanation, and she nodded slowly as he spoke. "That is a clever invention," she smiled, "so no gunpowder, I imagine?" If the gun didn’t have to be cocked, Eleanor felt the lack of gunpowder was implied. Though this didn’t matter. She was excited to learn and things in the modern era had become so much more convenient. Imagine the involvement of such clever pistols in the Hundred Years’ War? Things would certainly have been much different.
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Bastien began to comprehend more about the blonde without having to ask her a plethora of questions. It was clear that she was indeed from a different time period as her father had taken precedence over her own identity and her mother's. Though Athena had ultimately triumphed, the father had been the first choice. People didn't use to introduce themselves as a child of the mother, as most of the medieval systems in Europe were patriarchal societies. His suspicions were confirmed, so he neglected to ask the girl another question of that nature. He nodded in understanding and decided it would probably be good to assure her that her change of wording hadn't insulted him. In fact, he was pleased to be talking to someone who wasn't a thirteen year old who needed a new weapon, or a thirteen year old that tried to blow shit up. Definitely better than both. "There's no need to apologize. Change can be a little hard to grasp at times." He figured it might be good to instruct her as to how to introduce herself, to others, but she had done a good job. If she didn't bow her head all the time she would be remarkably more 'normal'.

'Master Bastien Cavanaugh'. A pleased expression that read 'not bad' spread across the tanned man's face; he could live with being called that. Just master was kinky, but 'Master Basien Cavanaugh' was pretty awesome. Respectful, polite. Could definitely still be considered as kinky, but it would be a very intimate kind of kinky. He could probably deal with that so long as he wasn't mistaken for a child predator. That could be bad. He would have welcomed any questions the blonde had about any of the gods or goddesses, even Greece. He was very interested in what others referred to as 'mythology', mostly because it directly pertained to him and those he interacted with on a daily basis. If he wasn't a demigod, he'd be an entirely different man. It could have been good and much less demanding than his current life.

'You are kind'. The words struck a nasty chord in Bastien's heart as he remembered why he didn't like to talk to campers that didn't have a tendency to piss him off. Being thought of in a positive light brought him a feeling of unease and hostility though he managed to keep his level head and nonchalant demeanor. He didn't need another person getting hurt via his incredibly stupid and selfish shenanigans. He'd probably never see the girl again, anyways. It was a pity because she really was interesting and could probably teach him a lot in the grand scheme of things. Such a pity. At the next words, his interest was rekindled. She was used to living among extremely judgmental people. Bastien had molded himself to prevent being found out by those other people to avoid his conviction, the damnation from others that was inevitable. He didn't want to be called out by someone else. Those he'd gotten killed were great, admirable demigods. He was alive for a reason; he couldn't risk being caught for something like the murder of a guy. Speaking of that particular guy, Bastien's empty hand casually fondled the hammer at his side. Whatever.

"I'd say people here are still pretty judgmental, if you hang out with the right crowd. It would probably be easy to find someone who wants to manipulate you and milk you for your assets, so I'd beware of those who are a little too willing to accept you for who you are. It seemed to be a double-edged sword, doesn't it?" You could either get judged for being yourself and mold yourself into something desirable or you were desired and used for you were. The world used you either way. Everyone was simply a pawn of fate. The thoughts danced in Bastien's head as he studied Eleanor, only to let out a faint sigh. Definitely couldn't keep her around.

If he did end up seeing her again, he would probably interrogate the crap out of her. His suspicion was gone and he was more interested in helping her out so she could get herself out of his hair. He didn't need something bad happening any time soon, right? "You can use it for many things, but leather is one. This one's used for things like sheet metal as well." Whether or not she'd understand what sheet metal was was up for debate. It was clear the blonde was intelligent as she was catching on to the pistol very quickly. Bastien nodded his head and allowed a half-smile to appear on his face. "It's kind of like the great-great-great grandchild of a musket. The gunpowder is located in the bullets." Bastien unloaded the gun and pulled one of the bullets from the clip, extending his hand to the daughter of Athena. "The shells of the bullets can be reloaded, as the casing on the actual bullet stays in the gun. The gunpowder that's located inside the shell projects the actual shot and gets the shell out of the way. You can also buy cases of bullets if you don't feel like collecting them. It's more commonly used in hunting rifles." Bastien did enjoy speaking about his trade and was pleased someone seemed to enjoy it that wasn't a child of Hephaestus.

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It gives me something to do on my down time. I can sit here and mull on awesome posts.
On a side-note, Bastien totally isn't going to push her away. He's just thinking he is.

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'Changes can be a little hard to grasp at times.' Master Bastien had said, to which Eleanor responded with a little nod. It was true, though not necessarily in introductions alone. Everything had changed and this thought seemed to recur in her mind. Nothing was the same anymore, Eleanor had spent her childhood learning how to survive in society and here she was, starting fresh. Admittedly, she didn't like it. But she'd have to learn. Once again she would have to learn. That itself was a frustrating thought. If only things could at least have stayed the same in some ways, at least Eleanor wouldn't be wrong in those. Besides that, there was also the change of her surroundings as opposed to those of society. Of course, these surroundings included people. Eleanor had spent seven years with the queen. She had spent seven years in the castles the royals inhabited, quietly observing numerous things for her queen and ensuring she knew what was going on. But this was all culture of the 1400s, daring knights and damsels in distress. Then there were her friends, the queen included. This was becoming all too difficult to bear, but Eleanor couldn't stop thinking about it. So much so that she hadn't noticed her eyes welling up just a little at her mourning thoughts. Quickly, upon noticing she sniffed, wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled ever so softly. "Thank you, Master." She said at first before adding, "if I make foolish mistakes, however... please do correct me." Perhaps she would be quick to take it on, though she wasn't sure as to whether she'd adopt modern attitudes or not. Perhaps it took time to change from ones old ways.

Upon her referring to him as Master Bastien Cavanaugh, she could tell he seemed pleased. This consequently put a smile on her own face. Finally, she had gotten something right. This man was a master of his trade and Eleanor knew it, everything about him, to her, seemed as though he knew exactly what he was doing in here. Though, technically speaking, she hadn't seen him working. Though that didn't matter, did it?

Eleanor felt worried once again upon Bastien's reminder that judgmental people do still exist. Perhaps society hadn't necessarily changed for the better, at least not much. It would be easy to find someone willing to manipulate you and use you for your abilities, without a care in the world for what you thought or whether or not what they were doing hurt you somehow. "It does, indeed..." she said, looking up at him with a nervous smile. "Is there anyone I should look out for? In case they should attempt to manipulate me?" This was just in case these people introduced themselves and the daughter of Athena would know in advance what they might attempt to do. She had a good memory, so remembering the names wouldn't be a problem. "Strangely enough, the people I used to be around... they would do the same." In that moment, Eleanor felt her gaze moving a little off to the side, looking perhaps a little distant as she dipped into what she could remember of the times. "It was all about names and who you knew, anyone could get hurt and no one cared. If you made a mistake, you would get in trouble for it, so the scapegoats were usually those being manipulated." She had seen this first hand. Of course, she wasn't exactly sure if Master Bastien was interested in what she was saying of the former judgmental and manipulative society before, but perhaps it was a little hint at knowledge. It usually meant she knew who to avoid without speaking to them to start with, though at times this could not be avoided. As was the case with a few particular men she knew. Soon then, Eleanor looked back at him with a faint smile. "Fortunately, I knew the right people back then." She sighed again and her smile faltered. "Though it is no longer the case."

"Sheet metal..." The daughter of Athena muttered, unsure of the substance. Though if it was exactly what it was called then the concept seemed pretty simple. A sheet of metal. That was all. Clearly, however, Master Bastien's words fascinated the blonde and this was obvious in just the expression on her face. She loved learning new things and both the modern world and the inventory of forges were completely new to her. Though, of course, she did know a few things, such as those things which usually found their home in an armory. Master Bastien soon moved on to the pistol, to which Eleanor was clearly interested. The pistol was apparently just like a distant but direct relative of the musket. "Weaponry has evolved so much..." She mused, a keen smile sitting upon her lips. For the most of it, Eleanor wondered if anything else had evolved this much. "What?" Her mouth made a little 'o' in disbelief, focusing her gaze on the gun. "But it is so small, how is this possible?" Gently taking the bullet from the Master, she felt just a little anxious about picking it up, and whether he was really offering that she should do so. However, the blonde did it anyway and examined it closely as the Master of the forge continued to speak. He explained how the gun worked, along with how the gunpowder was involved. "That is so strange," she mused with a smile, looking up at him with a little excitement in her eyes. "And what of a recoil? Is it a problem with guns this small?" By the Lord, she was excited to learn all of this and frankly, it couldn't be more obvious. It was all so new to her and perhaps this was one of the changes Eleanor was willing to happily accept.
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OOC: Maybe ended up being longer than I expected. xDD I hope this is alright for you. xD <3 If he wants her to leave, she'll leave at any point, but she's definitely enjoying spending time with him and learning new things. >: D
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Greenish-amber eyes narrowed slightly at Eleanor's words. She was probably a wondrous student. Most people hated the thought of doing something wrong so much that they were afraid to try new things. He was noticing the idea that everything had to be perfect from the get-go in the younger students. Pressure had been mounted over time to get those who existed in the era to be the best they could be as soon as possible. Most students had to know what they wanted to do for the rest of their life by the time they were twenty years old. There were certainly some ideas that existed in the fifteenth century that needed to be renewed and some that were better off buried. Bastien would, of course, oblige to Eleanor's wishes. He wasn't about to deny someone something they requested that was to better themselves if it wasn't going to hurt anyone in the process. It wasn't like he thought his breaths were truly numbered. "I would like to catch your foolish mistakes before you make them to ensure your physical safety." Especially in an environment that contained heated objects. So far she hadn't been getting handsy so that was a good thing. His words were true as he didn't want harm to come unto any if it could be prevented.

It seemed as though Bastien's warning had already permeated into the blonde's head, which was a clear sign that she wasn't dense like some other people. Density was only good when it was being applied to a brick. The question that involved those that would manipulate her caused Bastien to rack his brain for anyone who he believed might personally victimize the girl, though so far he couldn't think of anyone. It was clear that she was intelligent so he doubted many would be able to pull the wool over her eyes once she got the lay of the land. "If you're not interested in love I would avoid the Aphrodite kids. However they are usually pretty nice people. Trusting your instincts could help you in sorting the good from the bad. If anyone begins to act strangely don't be afraid to take a step away to clear your mind. Find a couple of friends around, like your siblings, and they'll be able to help guide you more in that area. You could also try praying to your mother. She is, after all, the Goddess of Wisdom." Cavanaugh hoped he was being helpful. He felt like he was being helpful. He wasn't trying to be decietful, so he was sure that counted for something. "The name thing happens nowadays as well though it's certainly not such a big deal. Due to technological advancements it's harder to use a scapegoat unless you're using them as a direct puppet. It happens, but I don't feel it's as common." Was Bastien being negative, or was he being real? "If anyone tries to give you shit, tell them you're friends with me. My name isn't one that's looked upon with enthusiasm... in most cases." He was, again, hoping this was all helping. If not, he'd tried. The last bit had been an attempt at a joke.

Needless to say, Bastien was enjoying the ignorance the girl had about the weapon. He really enjoyed anything that was forged and this was one of his favorite things to talk about. Weapons had had a positive and a negative impact on his life, though that certainly hadn't stopped him from abandoning them altogether. He preferred making weapons to using them nowadays, training kids as to how to defend themselves was always fun. Perhaps, if his friends were better armed, they may have still been alive. Perhaps, if he'd have been less selfish, that would stand true as well. "There is recoil, but if you hold the gun firmly in your hands it's not as bad. It can get to people at first; the loud noise and the gun jerking in their hand. There are some that are worse than others, but this one isn't too bad." He wanted to continue talking about different types of guns, but he wasn't sure if she was interested. "So far it seems we've a vast array of weaponry, so feel free to have a look around. If you need help with anything you can just ask someone around. Most campers should be happy to help, but the camp staff are all pretty good about it."

"Do you happen to know any of your god-given gifts?" The question had been pulled from out of the blue, but some of the Athena kids were naturals when it came to weaponry. Given the circumstances in which Eleanor had lived, Bastien wouldn't be surprised if she'd never held a blade in her hand. He could, potentially, help her with that as well. He enjoyed helping others. He would begin to distance himself if he felt like he was being a little too helpful, but so far so good. The fear that she would be hurt pushed him to make sure that such a thing was never possible, though he liked to think he would do the same for any other camper. If he ever witnessed an attack, he would be sure to help out. There needn't be any more blood spilled.

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You must be great at writing essays xD but I enjoy the long posts because they push me and force me to think more about my characters and their inner workings. (: I doubt he'll ask her to leave, but she could totally be drawn off somehow. then we can thread the other thread. xD I think it'd be better for them to be a little more familiar first, though. <3

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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 31, 2014 4:32:50 GMT -6

Eleanor couldn't help a smile at Master Bastien's acceptance at her request. After all, she wasn't sure how to feel. It wouldn't be correct to say she was in the happiest of moods, especially when faced with a substantial amount of change that anyone would find difficult when bombarded with it. It was still unusual to her how kind the Master had been, he was the first person she'd properly spoken to so far and all she could think was how glad she was that the forge had been her first stop. On top of that, the smith was willing to help her with mistakes she'd either made or would make, and it was an understatement to say she was just grateful for it. "Thank you," she smiled, finding herself sniffing just once more. It was fortunate that she had managed to hold herself back from the flood of tears that was finding its way through her. Eleanor was so used to holding back her tears, feeling such a thing could only be done in private when no one could see. Thus, seeing Eleanor Holland cry was a rare thing indeed. "I appreciate it greatly." She finally said, the smile on her lips warming just a little. Distracting herself kept her thoughts away from any potential breakdown. Help was something she certainly needed at this moment in time, especially with simple mistakes that could put her in danger.

So she needed to avoid the Aphrodite children. Perhaps the thought was just because Eleanor was a little old fashioned in her views on love, preferring chivalry and relationships to the tainting of intercourse. Though that was what she had grown up with. It was clear Eleanor needed to trust her instincts, and it was these that usually gave her a good idea about people. Though if they seemed like someone of a high authority, Eleanor had a tendency to submit herself to them anyway. That was a little problematic. Eleanor also needed friends around, though so far she had none. It didn't look like she had found herself in the best environment. Was she unsafe here? "I understand," she said, her smile just a little nervous. "So many precautions," and then she laughed, though that had seemed just as nervous as her smile. "I will, however, be careful. And I will keep your words in mind, and I will indeed trust my instincts." Was it worth telling him of her little habit? Of the sort of attitude she was normally used to? Her tendency to be ever so submissive around people she felt were of a high authority. Though realistically, Eleanor didn't know yet if she was going to find anyone like that in camp. So until she did, she wouldn't say anything. She needn't worry just yet. However, Master Bastien's words were reassuring and somehow, they made the daughter of Athena feel just a little safer. In actual fact, she just hoped she was still going to feel this way upon leaving the forge. Though Eleanor looked up at him with a smile when he added that she could simply warn others of her friendship with him. It was clear this little thing had made her happy, at least a little bit. It made her feel a little safer than before and she nodded. "I'll be sure to say that," her words were warm. This was her first friend. For once, she almost felt as though that smile was glued to her lips. Though she was indeed curious about what he had meant, that his name wasn't looked upon with great enthusiasm. It made her curious about why that was, after all, Master Bastien seemed like such a kind person, especially to her. "Are we really friends?" She asked, the smile still upon her lips. She just wanted to make sure. Though she had no reason not to trust this smith.

Eleanor nodded at his words, still very fascinated in what he was saying. "So it is not difficult to use?" She paused, "and the recoil cannot kill the user?" She had heard of stories with users of the muskets and cannons, where it had blown back and killed those attempting to fire the weapons. Was such a thing possible with such a miniature pistol? "Is that so?" The blonde asked, picking up on what he said of other guns being worse for recoil. "Are they different to this one in size and appearance?" Though soon, she had paused, and the excited little smile remained on her face. "I might just do that, I would love to learn about all the different types and how they are used. Though I have never actually... even touched a weapon myself." At that, the girl felt herself laughing just a little. "So this is all new to me. Though it must seem ridiculous. All I have seen so far are people training and using weapons. And here I am. A maiden of weaponry." And then she found herself laughing just again. This was wonderful, being able to laugh again. "That is why it is so interesting to me, I love learning about all these new things, even if they are new to only me." Though in actual fact, it wouldn't seem as though she would use weaponry any time soon. Why would she need to? She was safe here, right?

Truth be told, Eleanor didn't know of any gifts she had inherited from her mother, besides that of her intelligence. Though it was difficult not to sound pretentious when saying so. "I know of only one." She said, looking up at the Master. "Which I think is one, given that my mother is the goddess of wisdom." The blonde paused, thinking the best way to say it was just to let it out. "I find myself learning more quickly than others, I have a remarkable memory and well... I suppose one would call it intelligence. But that is all I am sure of so far, I do not even know if it is even a power, as it feels pretty useless." Realistically, what could she do with it? It just meant she had to remain quiet back at home, so that men didn't think she had assumed herself any better than them. It wasn't like she could manipulate the elements or anything, though that would have been an interesting power in itself. "What about you, Master Bastien? You said you were the son of... Hephaestus, yes?" She smiled, her curiosity finally taking over.
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OOC: There you go, I had muse so I replied quickly. xD Plus I'm out for a lot of today so I thought I may as well get it done now. xDD I'm actually not tbh. xD I feel the same though. (: I'll draw her off at some point, but yeah, getting them familiar to each other first is always good to me. xDD Though he knows she's never touched a weapon now, but tbh, she doesn't intend to just yet. So that would be a good start to the next thread. >: DDD
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Bastien was again pleased that the woman was accepting his words without any questions. Though she might not fare so well when dealing with other campers who tried to play tricks on her and use her newness to her environment for their own good, he personally felt like he was able to help her out and that was something he had come to live for. It gave him a sense of satisfaction that would likely linger in his mind for days to come, though he wasn't sure if that thought was comforting. He wanted to help everyone but his hesitance was there for a reason. Eleanor did not seem to have any ulterior motives, so she'd been approved. She needed all the help she could get. He might have to keep an eye on her if he had the time. There didn't need to be any corruption of innocents within the walls of camp. Those things should have been left in an earlier century.

You know better than to throw a term the likes of such around so loosely, Bastien. You're a fool and will only get this one stolen away like the rest. Come to terms with reality before reality comes to terms with you. Had he really just said they were friends? The smile Eleanor presented didn't make him take the words back, but he offered a gentle nod. They weren't really friends, more acquaintances, and they would likely never have any kind of emotional ties to one another. If those emotional ties ever formed, they would only be severed by the claiming of one's life or severed by the unwillingness to reciprocate that would come from Bastien's end. He liked to snuff out such emotional things before they were allowed enough oxygen to survive. It was odd that he was allowing himself to humor her emotions just because of a mere facial expression, but he didn't really want to remove something so pleasant from his life. The last time that'd happen, the one that was the source of that joy was killed before his eyes. He thought he'd have learned.

The tanned man nodded twice to Eleanor's curious questions, making sure that he elaborated for her sake. "If you've been trained with it you should be able to handle it with ease. The recoil could potentially harm your arm if not handled correctly, but that's a low risk that has really never happened with a pistol of such a low caliber." He doubted she knew what 'caliber' meant, but she could use context clues and figure it all out to her heart's content. He didn't care to explain too much more than necessary. "Most of those with greater recoil are larger than this. In fact, there are few that don't find themselves in that category. Things like shotguns and rifles used for hunting large game are the ones with the stronger recoil. They have the general appearance of a musket, for the most part, though they all have unique factors about them that make them entirely different. Muzzleloaders are the things that are the most like a musket to this day and are much safer than any musket from whenever you're from." He felt the things he was speaking were fact and genuinely believed that it was all quite true. He hoped it was, at least. Didn't need anyone telling her otherwise lest she come to think he was a liar. An amused smile played on the man's features as he listened to Eleanor speak of never touching a weapon. He figured that would quickly change, though he wasn't sure if he was looking forward to a moment like that. If thirteen year olds could do it, he was fairly certain anyone could. There was little need to be worried, right? "There are some books I'm sure you could borrow from some of the campers about various types of weaponry. It's not as good as true physical training but it could help you to prepare yourself if you're nervous." This was a routine thing for Bastien, now; he'd been trying to help instruct others on weaponry for so long that he was extremely comfortable with helping them become as comfortable with their weapon of choice as possible. It was better they weren't afraid and had a sense of confidence before they set to anything that involved an actual weapon.

Now Bastien had never been the kind to show off, but it seemed something of boyish delight encompassed his body and soul when he was asked about his godly lineage. He was proud of himself and what he was able to do thanks to the blood of his father, Hephaestus, though a relationship with the god of the forge was relatively non-existent. There were many more campers that needed more guidance than Bastien, someone who had already figured out what he could do and the limitations to his abilities. He'd been practicing for quite a few years, though it was pretty hard to do when the one person he had decided to seek for help hadn't been able to give him the direction he needed. That hadn't ended so well. The tanned man had began to enjoy his abilities in secret so as not to freak anyone out. As Eleanor was compliant and explained her only known gift and Bastien had been consumed by the aforementioned boyish delight, Cavanaugh extended a hand, palm upward, and a small flame appeared, dancing in his palm.

"Hephaestus is the God of the Forge. I've been blessed with pyrokinesis, a rarer gift, and have the ability to control fire. I am also resistant to fire and I can sense mechanical characteristics that surround me. Without something like intelligence, mine learned, these gifts could have gotten me killed." Though the man didn't care to elaborate how his own stupidity had almost gotten him killed, he did want to emphasize the importance of intelligence in the life of a demigod. Strength of the body was one thing, but the strength of the mind was another of a different size and importance. Though many were physically strong they had the mental capacity of oxen. Those people, if outsmarted, were easily picked off. Any demigod that lived to be old enough to get kicked out of Camp Half-Blood had to be intelligent. The children of Athena were probably the ones that had the greatest chances of survival if it was all based on intelligence alone. In all reality, life wasn't fair.

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And also, I love your train of thought. c:

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Post by Eleanor Holland on Aug 31, 2014 17:22:22 GMT -6

Upon Eleanor's question about their being friends, just to make sure, he had responded with a gentle nod. This had caused Eleanor's smile to become so much more delighted and this itself wasn't subtle. Here she had been, feeling lonelier than ever with everyone she had known being dead and buried, feeling as though she was going to continue feeling so alone and isolated, knowing no one in this new camp and knowing nothing of any of the changes present in the modern world. It was correct to say that she had been scared and upset. But now she had a friend, and although he may just as easily leave her one second, she felt that assurance and safety that she needed so desperately. It was that which saved her from feeling such utter loneliness, and sure, she only just met this man, but he had already claimed to be her friend. Of course it was going to make her feel ever so overjoyed. All of this stayed on her tongue, as it was difficult to resist the temptation to tell him how she felt about it. Though, given from the expression on her face, much needn't be said. He would probably get the point. Such a thing, even if just a lie, had made a lonely girl happy. It was all she needed.

Master Bastien was giving her so much information about modern weaponry that Eleanor, in actual fact, felt just like a child again. She was learning new things and at times, picturing herself using such weapons, though it seemed almost surreal. Though she knew she would have to equip weaponry at some point, the idea of it seemed ever so strange. As though it was an unlikely thought in itself. In that moment, she took another chance to examine the bullet he had given her earlier. It was strange that such a small thing could kill a man, but easily plausible too. Master Bastien continued to give her information, to which Eleanor looked back up at him, still just as excitable as a child and clearly still delighted to learn. "Have you... fired that pistol before?" She asked, clearly curious. The blonde fixed her gaze on the pistol and though it seemed like an unnecessary question, with an answer that was unimportant but to her it was important. Part of her wondered if it had even killed someone before, but in a camp containing children, that was highly unlikely. The smith then went on to explain different guns with different recoils. He even compared different guns to the musket, that which Eleanor was certainly familiar with. As he spoke, she nodded, surprisingly understanding what he was saying. "Recoil aside," she started, focusing on the variety of guns instead, "do you have a preference? Say, should you wish to fire one, is there any in particular you would use?" Again, an unnecessary question. But it didn't hurt to ask, and the question was personal to him, though not incredibly so. It didn't mean personal information was divulged, just simple preferences and favorites. Nothing difficult. But oh, she was enjoying this. Everything was so new, but this was the sort she didn't mind. Advancements in weaponry didn't affect her too much, so it was not a change difficult to grasp. In fact, it was quite a pleasant thing to learn. Though perhaps that thought was just a little too morbid.

When the smith gave her a little advice, after her having declared herself a maiden of weaponry, she kept on smiling and simply gave a nod. "It is a start," she said softly, moving her gaze once again to the pistol. Should she ever touch a weapon, Eleanor felt she wouldn't be capable enough with something containing gunpowder. Though Master Bastien had assured her the recoil was not as dangerous as it used to be, she was still anxious about such a thing. It was difficult not to be after having been told of numerous deaths and injuries caused by the use of that particular weapon. "I will... make sure I understand a weapon, at least theoretically, before trying it out. Perhaps by considering it, I seem weaker than what you are used to seeing... but you are right, I am nervous." And with that a nervous smile appeared, along with a little shrug. "I do not like to hurt others..." To that she looked down, and her thoughts replayed the various spars she had seen earlier that day, where people just easily hurt one another without trouble or regret. That was such a thing Eleanor thought she would never be capable of. Just the thought of causing another to bleed was something she did not feel happy with. It was easy to feel regret after such a thing, and it was why Eleanor felt she would make a useless soldier. Though she was also new to the fighting thing anyway. "Though I suppose in self defense, I have no choice."

It wasn't surprising that when the smith displayed his abilities, Eleanor gasped, quite loudly too, her mouth forming the perfect 'O'. It was shocking, no, amazing to see such... sorcery. But it was also so beautiful. The daughter of Athena felt purely mesmerized by such a thing, her gaze fixed on the gorgeous dancing of the flame. "That is... beautiful..." She smiled, still clearly captured by the beauty of the ability. "How on earth is it possible?" By then, the blonde almost felt herself grinning. "And you can control the flame? It is under your power completely?" Once again, Eleanor had been captured by the fascination of what the Master Bastien was telling and showing her. The excitement displayed on her face was once again almost childlike. Soon, the girl looked up at the smith, her smile as delighted as the one she had shown upon his agreement to their being friends. "That is fascinating..." Her words came out as something like a whisper, though it was audible enough. Clearly she was captured once again by the beauty before her. By then she had stopped asking questions, though she had wanted to ask many, many more. It was difficult to hold back. Though Eleanor felt her powers were substantially less impressive in comparison, she didn't feel a hint of envy. This was a beautiful power to possess and it was rare. It seemed, to her, as though the smith had been lucky in what he had inherited. And it had made her wonder what other sorts of powers were available to children of the different Greek deities. What else could be manipulated, what others were capable of. Perhaps that thought was a little frightening, but here she could feel nothing but awe. It was amazing.
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OOC: There you go. xDD I hope it's alright. ;D But ahaa, thank youuu. xDD I'm interested to see what might happen tbh, I'm loving these two at the moment. xD And the more evil the better. >: DDDD
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Though simple things like smiles were not something that caused Bastien great joy, something as simple as a smile from a beautiful blonde that was from ancient times was extremely appealing. Seeing Eleanor smile made Bastien feel like he was doing a great thing for once in his life, despite his internal doubts about how long he would be able to be around her in order to keep her safe. He wasn't sure if the same rules applied to him now that did when he was a teenager but he knew that he didn't want to meddle in the affairs of Aphrodite. He wanted to avoid anything like love for all of eternity. Friendship was a relationship that was loving in nature so it was one he ultimately avoided lest he was sure the other party would be able to take care of themself. Eleanor, obviously, didn't seem to fit that description. He would distance himself and ensure her survival as well as his sanity. Besides, if she became more appealing, he could use her to punish himself for the wicked things he'd done. Seemed fair to everyone but Eleanor.

At the question about his firing of a pistol Bastien actually managed a rolling chuckle that was actually such a beautiful sound it could actually make someone's knees turn to jelly. "Yes. I have. Many times." He wasn't sure what it was that had brought about the happy sound but that was the first time something like that had happened in a while. It was probably the childish innocence that the literally old woman was presenting. For someone her age to be so interested must have been what brought about the lapse in his stoic demeanor. "I don't like firearms, if I'm being completely honest. I prefer flaming hammers." It only seemed to suit the child of Hephaestus; the hammer had been hard earned and it was even better when it was on fire. "If I had to choose a firearm, however, I would probably choose something that is more sophisticated and can be fired from a distance. Pistols don't have the range or accuracy as some larger guns do." If Bastien was going to be forced to take another life he would definitely prefer to do it from a distance. The agony that appeared on the faces of the dying was something he didn't like to witness, whether he was the one crying over there body or smashing it to smithereens. The thoughts were grim but didn't appear on the generally pleased expression that rested upon Bastien's chiseled face. He was more than willing to divulge the way in which he preferred to fight, though seeing him fight and hearing him talk about it were two completely different things. When locked in combat, Bastien Cavanaugh became something of an animal that held nothing back. He liked to ensure the job was done and it was done well, whether it meant sacrificing a little of his own blood or not. He was a fairly animalistic creature when it came down to it.

Talking gave him a much more innocent appearance. It simply didn't do his style any justice. Bastien was thankful for that and prayed he would never have to fight again. A sympathetic half-smile crossed the man's face as Eleanor spoke of not liking the hurt others. Bastien didn't like to hurt them either, though he'd done it. Many times it had been a selfish decision that had gotten a friend killed. If only he could have toned himself down. "Let us hope you won't be forced to take a life." The man knew what it was like to do so, in cold blood nonetheless, and it was one of the aspects of his past that he most regretted. The urge to help Eleanor with training came up from within but the son of Hephaestus shoved it down without a second thought. That wouldn't be wise on his part and he would not allow himself to do it, period. "Despite what anyone says, everyone is weak in the beginning. You're no weaker than any of the other campers who have come to see me for the first time. Don't be too hard on yourself." He was trying to reassure the blonde like he had many others. Deep inside he felt as if he was the only one allowed to be hard on themself.

The boyish glee that lit up the smithy's face was that to be rivaled with the smile of a newborn child in degrees of preciousness. The idea that Eleanor thought it was sorcery would have made Bastien actually laugh out loud for the first time in a long time, though he was glad she hadn't. He didn't need to be growing closer when he needed to keep his distance. At the notion of how it was possible, the man only shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Magic, maybe. Blood is likely the answer. A supernatural force." The question was likely rhetorical but it was also one that Bastien found himself contemplating on occasion. To answer the question about control he moved his hand about and the flame danced atop it, only to morph itself into a little dragon-esque shape and disappear. "It can be a little tedious to keep it sustained without a proper base though it's certainly doable." Maybe he was just an awesome badass or something. "There are children who can manipulate weather, water, earth, love, many, many things. It's no wonder demigods are beings that are hunted." The words were morbid but Bastien was subscribing to the ideals of realists everywhere.

Eleanor Holland

beautiful.

he's going to contradict himself later, so, so much.

so good. so many words. xD

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Eleanor enjoyed the sound of the smith's chuckle, and if that delighted smile hadn't already been glued to her lips, it would have most certainly appeared by now as a result. When Master Bastien admitted to having fired a pistol on more than one occasion, her eyebrows raised just a little. She tried to imagine it then, a pistol in hand, taking a shot at a target. Perhaps one of those used in archery, because honestly, that was the only target that really came to mind for her. It was a peculiar feeling, and due to that little fantasy of hers, the female decided it would be best not to use such a weapon since she knew she would easily miss the target and probably hit, or even kill, someone in the process, and that thought was terrifying. Quickly then, she snapped out of her little daydream and focused back on what he was saying as he labelled his weapon preference to that of a flaming hammer. It seemed fitting for a Master Blacksmith to have a hammer as a weapon, and a flaming one no less. Clearly Eleanor was still fascinated with what he had to say, and retained that childlike grin for a few moments. But then she nodded and looked down at the pistol, examining it a little. For a weapon like this to be more accurate and have a greater range, it needed to be bigger. It made sense, in all honesty, for a weapon with a longer drawback was more likely to hit its target, just like a bow and arrow but apparently more dangerous. Eleanor's expression became a little more serious on the thought, but it was still evident that she was interested. "Are they used a lot?" She asked, this being a more general question as opposed to the sort of personal ones she had previously thrown at him.

'Let us hope you won't be forced to take a life.' At that, the female just swallowed. At least back home, she didn't need to worry about killing anyone. The only woman who was directly involved with conflict was Joan of Arc, but otherwise, fighting just wasn't a ladylike thing to do. Perhaps that was a weak thought, but it meant Eleanor was never expected to kill or hurt anyone. At least then she knew she was safe, to an extent. Perhaps the only thing endangering her being which specifically man wanted to claim her as his wife and how he would have treated her. But the thought worried her nonetheless, as she stood above a lifeless body, a bloodied blade in hand. Was this a likely thing to happen in this modern world? Hopefully not. So to Master Bastien's words, Eleanor nodded. But quietly then, still audibly, she asked, "can it be avoided?" She knew it couldn't, being somewhere where everyone held a weapon in hand and threatened to fight. "Is it something everyone has to do?" The female clarified, looking up at the smith with a tone of innocence in her eyes. The thought of fighting was just troubling. It would mean she would have to change her attire into something that was less comfortable and little more... naked. Not literally naked, but to someone like Eleanor, showing so much skin on the arms and legs felt entirely inappropriate. It was something she knew she would have to adapt to eventually. Eleanor had seen too many girls on her way here wearing nothing but a piece of fabric hanging from their shoulders to the top of their thighs, and even wore that under armor. Nevertheless, Eleanor then looked back at the smith as he continued to talk. 'Everyone is weak in the beginning'. That was relieving. It made the female feel just a little stronger, as though she wasn't alone. Not exactly, anyway. "I will try not to be," she responded, allowing a faint smile to take over her lips. "Do you get many campers here? Perhaps for a weapon of a sort?" Though the message in her question was mostly asking if others came to him so that he would forge a good weapon for them, as anyone would for a Master Blacksmith, but she also meant if anyone had come like she did. Wandering into the forge aimlessly and ending up in a continuously fascinating conversation containing facts and reassurance.

Eleanor still gazed at the flame in his palm, captured by it and clearly mesmerized. When the female had asked how such a thing was possible, Master Bastien replied with an answer that described it to possibly be the work of magic, though most likely blood. In an entirely serious, yet still ever so delighted, tone, she looked up from the flame and at him, "so it is like sorcery?" It was still difficult not to smile at such a sight. It was beautiful and yet slightly hypnotic. She had remembered tales of sorcery from when she was young, but it was nothing in comparison to this. Tales of Merlin and King Arthur, of Morgan Le Fay and dragons. All containing sorcery of a sort, and as a child, though things like witchcraft were condemned, it was enough to capture a child in the world of their imagination. This exceeded such a feeling. If it was even possible, Eleanor's amazement was increasing still. She gasped once again as he controlled the flame, causing it to form a shape that mostly resembled a dragon before it disappeared. Her hand went to her mouth as she tried to believe what she had seen. It was all still so difficult to accept. "You possess a beautiful power, Master Bastien." The daughter of Athena tried to control her excitement, and put it all into that same childlike and delighted smile that he had earlier seen. "You said it is rare, so are you the only one to possess such an ability?" At this time, at least. Eleanor wondered if other children of Hephaestus were able to do such a thing, or if it was limited to only Master Bastien. But soon he continued, telling her of other things that inhabitants of this camp were capable of. Once again her mouth formed an 'o'. "There are?" She asked in disbelief, trying once again to picture such abilities in her mind. "Even love?" Her head tilted for a moment and then she paused, remembering the warning he had given her earlier. 'If you're not interested in love, avoid the Aphrodite kids' he had said, more or less. "Aphrodite... is that the goddess of love? Is that why you told me to avoid them?" In all honesty, Aphrodite was probably the only goddess Eleanor knew prior to her arrival at camp, though she knew her under the name of Venus. Nevertheless, the smith just kept on increasing her curiosity about everything, and in that moment, Eleanor believed she might even enjoy this modern world of sorcery and freedom. It was almost like a divine blessing.
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OOC: I can't wait until he contradicts himself. xDDD I'm wondering what his train of thought will be when it happens. xDD But I'm loving this. >: D I couldn't resist the temptation again for her to refer to it as sorcery, she was going to anyway. xDD
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