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Michel Braun


Skill: N/A
Location:Hephaestus Cabin




He scoffed. " D&D? Really? Ain't that for nerds to agonise about? I got a couple of furries back at school who won't shut up about how much they want to date their own character." He sneered. "Just like furries to be weird like that, eh? Anyway, what's GTA? Isn't that a game about going around some city and being a piece of sh*t to everyone around you?"

He was still thinking, though. What would he need to make a demigod-proof gaming laptop? Well, first off, he'd definitely need a normal mortal laptop to reverse engineer. Then, maybe, cover it in Celestial Bronze plating? "Ay, what you all think of a Demigod-Proof Gaming Laptop, or PC or whatever? How d'you think it'd work? Would Celestial Bronze work as a shield against our auras?"
Michel Braun


Skill:N/A
Location:Hephaestus Cabin




He considered the invitation. On one hand, he didn't know what the heck Mythomagic was, but had been trying to get into it. On the other hand, he didn't know anything about games. He shrugged and wheeled himself closer to the table.

"I was mad, thats all. Plus I was agonising over one stupid knife," he grumbled. "Anyway, what even is Mythomagic? And what games are the people talking about and playing? I know about that one dating simulator game thats super creepy and involves something about the game files, and that block game all the teens are raving about these days," he said, rolling his eyes. "And I think I remember that one that the Ares kids hate. Pardon my ignorance, I never had much opportunity to play games."

Really, he hoped he remembered all the details right. But one advantage of being around smelly, 'gamer' teenagers was that he knew what types of laptops one would need to make a gaming laptop. He wondered if he could build a gaming laptop or PC from scratch, and if he could demigod-proof it. Maybe he could even earn some money for it.
Michel Braun


Skill: N/A
Location: Hephaestus Cabin




He grunted, then laid back down. He tried to fall asleep, but his own anger seemed to be working against him, keeping him awake and aware of all that was going on around him - the talking, the sniffling, whatever else. He also felt the girl turning around and looking at him.

Finally, after a few minutes, his anger ebbed down, and he sat up, once again. Opening up his wheelchair, he lifted himself into it, but decided not to go anywhere else. He'd check his forge later for fingerprints and have another try. He looked towards the girl, still scowling slightly. " Why were you looking at me?" he grumbled slightly. Then, making another split second decision, he asked, "What are y'all talkin' about, anyway?"

Why did he decide to have a conversation? Unclear, but he figured that he might as well try to calm down and not be pissed over a single broken knife. He might as well actually talk to others in the cabin.
Michel Braun


Skill:N/A
Location: Cabin 9




Michel didnt answer at first, turned around and sulky as he was. Then he grumbled and sat up.

Looking over to the girl, he scowled. " F**ked up one of my projects," he grumbled. "A kopis, like one of the ones uncovered from those Egyptian Ruins. Just my f**king luck. "

Having said his part, he lay back down, still scowling. He was really not in the mood to talk to anyone. And if she didn't stop talking to him, this red haired girl would get a face full of angry paraplegic asshole.

He decided he'd apologise to Lauryn later, but he needed to sulk for a bit.
Michel Braun


Skill: N/A
Location: Camp Forges -> Cabin 9




Michel bared his teeth, slapping her hand off. " Don't f**king touch me," he snapped, wheeling himself away. " I don't need your f**king pity or sympathy. I'm going to my cabin."

He looked towards the boy. " I'll come back later and check my forge. If I see your fingerprints on it, I'll f**king ruin your life, " he warned, before wheeling himself out of the door. He quickly wheeled himself into his cabin, ignoring everyone else, and came to his bed.

Muttering angrily, he lifted himself out of his wheelchair and onto his bed, and folded it up, resting it against his bunk. He'd deal with his failures later. For now, he needed to sulk.
Michel Braun


Skill: Forging Skill
Location: Camp Forges




Michel frowned, looking to the kid. "...Maybe you're right. I just have to try again, then," he grumbled, then got back to hammering on the sheet of metal. But alas! He bent the sheet too much, and it was unusable for the kopis.

Cursing, he banged his hammer on the table. "God DA-!" At the last moment, he seemed to gain his composure, then huffed, folding his arms. "Just my luck," he grumbled, tugging his legs straight. "I try to make something after a Moment, and I can't do it. "

He turned to his half sister, then wordlessly handed her the Celestial Bronze she wanted. Then he rolled his wheelchair to the nearest wall of the Forge to sulk.
Michel Braun


Skill:N/A
Location:Camp Half Blood- Camp Forges




Grimacing as he set his hammer aside, Michel stretched. "Nothing much, I just wanted to make something, but I can't quite get it right. Thinking of abandoning the project and starting another." He wheeled himself so that he was facing Lauryn. "What about you?"

Michel looked like he always did: jacket, white undershirt, blanket over his legs, a distinctly assholish demeanor that seemed to be temped down due to the exhaustion he must be feeling. He'd been trying to make a small sword, one he'd seen his dad make before: a kopis, one of those weird Greek-Egyptian hybrid weapons. But he gave up on it. Too much effort for sonething that probably wouldn't be that good.

Michel leaned back a bit, grunting and sighing. His limp legs were getting to stretched, he better adjust them. But he couldn't be bothered.

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