I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the oracle of Camp Half-Blood. I may be a mortal, but I can still kick ass.

leo-badboysupreme:

"Sure, go right ahead!" Leo offered her a mischievous grin. "Show me just how difficult it is, I’ll try to wrap my head around it."

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Rachel stalked off towards the Big House where she stored all her painting supplies. “Wait here” She said, stepping inside and coming out with a tube of blue paint. 

leo-badboysupreme:

"Yeah. You hardly move at all. Sure, it takes focus. But so does eating." He smirked, ducking down to avoid what he thought for sure was going to be a slap. "Piece of cake."

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"Alright, that’s it. I don’t think you understand how much work it is to paint. Would you like a demonstration?"

leo-badboysupreme:

"Your loss," Leo said with a grin, winking teasingly at the redhead. "Stick to painting then, the delicate arts. Me? I like my machines.” He smirked at her, obviously joking around, but still egging her on. “Paint comes off easy. Afraid to get your hands too dirty, Miss Dare?”

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"Painting? Delicate?" Rachel stifled a laugh. "Paint does not come off easy, by the way Mr. Valdez." She said.

leo-badboysupreme:

"Less usable? No. There’s a reason a project didn’t work out the first time. Starting fresh is the way to go. Learn from what you did before, but never repeat it." Leo nodded seriously as if that made perfect sense, before continuing to hit the strip of metal with his hammer, flattening it. "You wanna be a Heph kid or something? Well that’s the first rule."

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"Learn from what I did before. I can do that." Rachel said, looking thoughtful. "Though I don’t plan on being a Heph kid, thank you very much. I get enough paint on my hands, I don’t need to add grease to the mix"

leo-badboysupreme:

"Absolutely! It’s refreshing, gives you new ideas." He shrugged, hitting a piece of metal, hard, with his hammer. "I wouldn’t expect a non-smith to understand."

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Non-smith? I understand exactly what you mean, but if you smash your project, doesn’t it mean less usable parts?” Rachel asked, looking at the wreckage. 

leo-badboysupreme:

"You could say I was," Leo paused for dramatic effect, "Letting off some steam." He chuckled at his own joke and kicked the rubble to the side, pulling out some new parts for an entirely different project. "I think it’s sort of in the Heph genes. If it isn’t perfect, we chuck it. Try again. Make something new from the old."

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Rachel rolled her eyes at his joke, but couldn’t resist a small laugh. “So smashing it to bits makes it easier to start over? And interesting concept.”

leo-badboysupreme:

"Yeah, those assholes!" Leo said, shaking his fist which currently clutched a hammer. "Playing tricks is my job. If I weren’t so good at making things magical, you’d think I was a Hermes kid.” He snorted. “Actually, I was working on a steam powered engine for— You know what. I think I’m going to scrap it.” He then proceeded to take the project in front of him and smash it against the wall. “Much better.”

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"Does it feel good to smash it?" Rachel said, leaning over to see the remains of Leo’s project. "Get some of the anger out of your system?" 

leo-badboysupreme:

"I was wondering where I put that," Leo murmured under his breath, pulling a small package of screws and bolts out from under a work bench. "I thought those damn Hermes kids had gotten it."

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"They do like to play tricks" Rachel said, Walking up to the forge. "Whatcha making? Something magical?"