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In the quiet of Camp Half-Blood’s shoreline, Leo sat cross-legged beside a strange contraption buzzing faintly with captured lightning. Poseidon appeared as the waves rolled in, wearing the face of a man the sea itself might have sculpted.
“I didn’t know Hephaestus let his children play with weather now,” he said dryly.
The corners of his mouth twitched, amused.
“Mind if I take a look? It’s been a few centuries since anyone tried to bottle my storms.”
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* @AncientCurrent- leo grinned to himself, handled soiled with grease and oil still fiddling with bits of his machine. the storm was rolling ahead of him, paired with the whirring besides him, it took a moment to notice the god before him. the boy jumped, looking up, jaw slack. “ well, we kinda have free reign, usually. we don’t get the warning until after. ” he laughs awkwardly, trying to regain himself. “ uh, go for it. kinda shocked it worked, honestly. ” leo told the god, standing up and dusting off the sand on his overalls. “ got the lighting but the essence of the storm isn’t really there yet. ”
