With their mission somewhat outlined, Chiron sent the 4 demigods our to Cabin 9, hoping that their choice in weapons would reveal their godly heritage. The centaur recruited the head counselor of the Hephaestus cabin Cody, who was rather reluctant about meeting new people. He had always preferred the company of his work, and his siblings in small doses. You can't make a human say and think what you want, and it made socializing awkward. Cody's only solace was Roxie, who had already been claimed and was more interested in something she was working on then finding a weapon. "Alright guys, here we are." The counselor stopped at a blank wall and grabbed one of the gears scattered on the shelf nearby, and gave it a crank. The wall shifted and rumbled until it slid away, and Cody lead the 4 down the winding stairs to what Cabin 9 had affectionately titled 'The Valdez Armory,' a tribute to the Supersize McShizzle himself when he moved on from Camp. "We keep all the weapons the Camp uses down here. It's got everything from standard issue stuff to wild things of all sorts. Pick what you think suits you best, and then we'll head out." Miles, Lucas, and Dani all scrambled to find the coolest weapon, but Roxie stood back, fidgeting with something. Cody leaned over and realized she was doing rocket science calculations on her arm with a sharpie. "You busy?" The teen asked, smirking as the startled hacker fell out of her trance. "O-oh. Yeah I'm working on something. It, it's really stupid, you don't need to worry about it." Roxie insisted, covering her work with her sleeve. "Looked like pretty advanced stuff for someone your age. Sure it's not to hard?" And it looks could kill, Cody would have dropped dead on the spot. "Yes, I'm sure. And if I did need help, I'd sooner ask the wall then I would you." Annoyed, Roxie snatched a dagger off one of the tables and waved it at Cody. "There dipshit, I got a thing. I'll be in my room." She spat, storming off.
Cody thought about going after her, maybe teaching her a little respect, but it quickly became apparent he wasn't dealing with ordinary stuff today. "You keep fake stuff down here too?" Miles asked. "What?" Cody wandered over and looked at what the athlete was pointing at, a battle hammer with a purple stone embedded in one side. "What makes you think is fake?" The counselor asked. "Because it looks straight out of Avengers?" Miles pointed out. "It's real. Landed in the woods a few months ago. Nobody could lift it so we dug it out. We had an Uh...expert come over and tell us what it was." Miles snickered. "You needed an expert to tell you it was a hammer?" And before Cody could elaborate, the athlete reached over and picked up the hammer like it weighed nothing. "Now how you gonna stand there and tell me you couldn't get this thing out of the ground?" Miles said, spinning it on one finger like a basketball "How...how is that even possible? Thalia said anybody who touched that thing would be dead on contact." Cody said. "I dunno who that is, but sounds like I proved her wrong." The athlete played around with the hammer for a few more seconds before he noticed the stone. And without thinking, Miles grabbed it. "OW! Little fucker!" He yelled as a bolt of purple light arced up his arm and ran through his whole body. The shock made Miles feel like he had just swallowed a match. His whole body was on fire inside, but t didn't hurt. "What did that do?" He asked, but Cody had no answer. "It's...That's...You weren't supposed to...that can only mean one thing." The Hephaestus counselor stammered as Miles grabbed the hammer again. "Okay dude. I'm gonna keep looking at stuff and take this with me. You try not to spaz out over hardware." The athlete said, no worse for the wear. He wandered a little further before picking up a Rolex and whistling. "An Omega? Someone's gonna be sorry I found this." But as he was just beginning to fantasize about what he could buy with the pawn money, the watch sprang to life and morphed into a bronze shield with an Omega carved in red on the front, and the entire thing was ringed with blades. "Oh that's cool."
Further away, Lucas had found his holy land. Lining the walls were every singe gun known to man, crafted from Celestial bronze. "I think I might cry." The thief said in awe, considering everything before snatching two Desert Eagles off the Wall. "Oh your pretty aren't you? I like twins." Lucas whispered, entranced by the weapons. Without thinking, he aimed at the far wall and fired. "Don't do-" Cody exclaimed, a second to late at the bullet ricocheted off the walls. The 4 demigods all panicked before the bullet, out for blood, ended up in Miles shield. "Huh. It's bulletproof. Good to know." The athlete chuckled as the others emerged from their cover. "Uh, my bad dude. I didn't know the walls did that." Lucas admitted. "Of course you didn't." Dani sighed.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" "It means you clearly can't think." "Hey listen sweet cheeks,
I dunno where you get off insulting me-" But before Lucas could finish, Dani spun around, eyes flaring. "Don't EVER call me that." She demanded, only emboldening The thief. "Oh I'm so sorry. That's WAY out of line. You hear that Miles, Princess doesn't want me talking about her cheeks." Lucas laughed. "Must be sore from sitting on her high horse all damn day." Miles agreed. Like that, it hit Lucas. The perfect line, the one to score the win. Offensive? Yes. Brilliant? Definitely. But it was clear Dani knew what he was going for, because before the thief could make his joke, she whipped around with an Imperial Gold katana in hand. The joke died, and a new thought emerged. "Is that a fucking ninja sword?!" Lucas exclaimed as Daniella pushed the point a little further. "Yup. And before you ask, I do know how to use it. So I'd reconsider that joke you thought of." "Not crazy about it, but it's sounds better then a ninja sword in my sternum. You'll get your censorship Kim Possible." Lucas smirked, earning an eye roll from Daniella.
"You three aren't big on traditional weapons are you?" Cody noted. "We got picked to murder a giant snake, the fucks your bronze toothpick gonna do against that?" Lucas muttered. "Monkeyboys right, this stuff is gonna get results." Daniella said. "Whatever man. Maybe Rocket Girl is into traditions." Cody shrugged.
A few rooms away, Roxie was back to work. The hacker had found her bunk, a walled in workshop with a bed pushed to one side and LCD screens making up the walls. She had wasted no time, covering the only normal wall in her notes and blueprints that all linked together through some Beautiful Mind logic that only Roxie understood. Or so she though. As she toiled away with the math, one of her newly discovered half-brothers wandered in. "What's up new girl?" The kid was undersized and underdressed, barely pushing 4'10" and dressed in an oil covered Mariners jersey and jeans that seemed to have suffered every mishap that can come after clothes in the garage. Roxanne managed a half concerned nod as she crunched the numbers. Undeterred, the boy walked in and stood next to Roxie, glancing at the mess of clothes and crap tossed on the floor as he made his way over. He had an eye for details, and the little things told him the girl before him had secrets. But that was a different matter. As Roxie continued her calculations, the boy took a brief glance at her work and realized what the plan entailed. "Your building exo-armor?" He said, startling the girl. "Y-Yeah. It's uh...I'm gonna-" She began, but the boy just nodded. "It's a custom weapon. I'm into it." Roxie sighed and sat on her bed. "Yeah. But it's just a pipe dream right now. I'm nowhere near the mechanic I'd need to put this thing together. Maybe I'm better off with a regular weapon." The kid thought for a moment, then smirked. "Your in need of a grease monkey? I think I can help." He said. "You can build it?" The boy looked over the designs Roxie had, then nodded. "I can build it. Weapons, jets, all up to specs. I'm your man." "That's all I need to hear. I'm Roxie by the way. So whats your name half-brother of mine?" Roxie asked, sticking her hand out. The boy took hers in his own oil streaked hand and shook it. "TJ. TJ Mathers."