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twenty-fifth twist of the coil
[Huh, it's odd, really. That Hephaestus cabin has been a pretty quiet place. You'd expect with all the geniuses locked up in there, you'd have weird noises of machinery and whatnot coming from it 24/7. But so far, there hasn't been a peep.]
[Until now.]
[BOOOOOOM.]
[Yep, that was the very loud sound of an explosion right there. After a few minutes (you can hear rubble and dirt falling onto the ground in the background, a very familiar voice, sounding smug as always, rings out over the journals.]
I have to say, all this mythology hullabaloo is boring, don't you agree? I've been mostly inventing things while you all have been running around spouting horrible poetry and riding hippogriffs and whatnot- as in, I've actually been doing real work.
And I've invented a ingenious prototype for an explosive that can actually transport itself to the destination you want it to go to. I call it...[He pauses, dramatically.]...the walking bomb.
[Tesla, you fail forever at naming your own inventions. He laughs a bit.]
Just be careful, all of you. Because I'm not going to be the one to wipe whatever is left of you off the trees if you happen to run into these things. Understood?
[Filtered to the rest of Hephaestus Cabin]
Hey, who thinks that Dionysus has been having a little too much alcohol for themselves? I've been thinking of going on a little wine run later tonight- who's with me?
[And if anyone is near Hephaestus cabin, they'll notice a large hole in the ground and Tesla standing nearby, fiddling with a weird brown and gold robotic-looking device with legs. He's only built around five of them so far, so his warning about running into them was rather exaggerated. Open to all!]
[Until now.]
[BOOOOOOM.]
[Yep, that was the very loud sound of an explosion right there. After a few minutes (you can hear rubble and dirt falling onto the ground in the background, a very familiar voice, sounding smug as always, rings out over the journals.]
I have to say, all this mythology hullabaloo is boring, don't you agree? I've been mostly inventing things while you all have been running around spouting horrible poetry and riding hippogriffs and whatnot- as in, I've actually been doing real work.
And I've invented a ingenious prototype for an explosive that can actually transport itself to the destination you want it to go to. I call it...[He pauses, dramatically.]...the walking bomb.
[Tesla, you fail forever at naming your own inventions. He laughs a bit.]
Just be careful, all of you. Because I'm not going to be the one to wipe whatever is left of you off the trees if you happen to run into these things. Understood?
[Filtered to the rest of Hephaestus Cabin]
Hey, who thinks that Dionysus has been having a little too much alcohol for themselves? I've been thinking of going on a little wine run later tonight- who's with me?
[And if anyone is near Hephaestus cabin, they'll notice a large hole in the ground and Tesla standing nearby, fiddling with a weird brown and gold robotic-looking device with legs. He's only built around five of them so far, so his warning about running into them was rather exaggerated. Open to all!]

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Walking bomb? Not exactly an efficient way of transporting explosives.
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It is if I was the one who invented the way for it to be transported. And really, it's much better than throwing a grenade and hoping that it'll actually hit your target.
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If it weren't for me, homing and tracking systems wouldn't work the way they should. So, yes, I've heard of them.
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Please don't set yourself on fire.
Or blow yourself up.
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You have my word that no blowing up of myself will occur.
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You better not because I am not sitting with your carcass for two weeks.
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You really are quite thoughtful, you know?
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...Alcohol? Aaaand why are we making bombs...exactly?
[Yeah, you guys are going to introduce a much loved children's book character to booze, you're all going to hell]
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[HELL IN A HANDBASKET]
Oh, I'm the one making bombs. If you want to join in, help yourself.
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You know what? I'm good with not making things that can take my face off.
[And yet you invented a machine that held not one but FIVE separate swirling axes, you idiot]
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Your loss, then. Go and make things that take other people's faces off if that what pleases you.
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[No he's not asking the how or what the flip he's doing. Just why.]
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Also to maybe defend ourselves from whatever creatures want to toast us over fires or something, I don't know.
[Also, he's bored. A bored Nikola is a dangerous Nikola.]
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[You know what? Never mind.]
Walking bomb?
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What do you think you are doing?
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Building things. What do you think you're doing?
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1/2; action
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Are you certain this is a good idea?
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Very good. Hey, unless you have anything better, feel free to suggest away.
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I like it...sounds sexy.
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[FINALLY SOMEONE APPRECIATES HIS NAMING SCHEMES OF INVENTIONS.]
Want to come have a see?
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Which cabin are you in?