Shattered Metal [Edmund]

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Lyndis had found a way in, something other than the normal way and was probably not supposed to be for the use of entering the forge. She had spent a lot of time exploring the camp, in fact spent near all her time including times she was supposed to be in class or training. She was okay with training sometimes, but every day was simply too much. Running around camp climbing things, and falling a lot, were good ways to exercise too. Her active imagination, and possibly the lack of proper building structure, left her with little definition for what was not supposed to be a way inside. This lead to her finding a lot more than others.

Looking around from atop a pile of works in progress, Lyndis wondered where everyone was. The place seemed empty, and while she didn't care about most people, she had hoped to see Edmund here. Her eyes caught on several things she had not seen before, the ADHD acting up in this room fulled to the brim with word benches and their works in progress. She would not be able to leave the way she came, and there was no point in being there if no one else was. Lyndis attempted to get down from the pile, and slipped bringing the pile of metal crashing down all around her. A tower shield covered her body almost immediately, gears, wire, and sharpened metal clanked against the shield. After the noise stopped Lyndis stuck her head out from under the shield, she saw saw all manner or sharp implements including a few things that should have been extra material.

Crawling out from under the shield Lyndis had to be careful, pieces of untreated metal, spare blades for the machines and everything else had been scattered on the floor. It was actually probably a good thing, given several things that had been missing were now in plan sight. Lyndis didn't think about that, all she knew was there was a mess and she should clean it up. While on the floor her eyes came across a pair of shoes, following them up she looked into the face of the one she had been looking for. “Hi Ed!”

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Edmund was doing exactly what he did when ever he had what the Legion deemed "down time": working on orders that he got from camp. Levi's knuckles, Vivian's sword, Lilith's armor, Lance's raptor, Charlie's transforming weapon, Harley's braces, Shadow's armor, Warlow's familiar's (which was evidently a fox) armor, and then all the broken armor, swords, and shields that had been brought in from the arena. With all of these orders, Edmund was kind of astounded how he fit in training time, eating time, and even three hours to sleep. Then again, he had no social life. Not that he was complaining; he didn't want one at any rate. Most people spent their "free time" socializing. Him? He spent whatever time he could (even if it was cutting into training time) in the forge. It was probably one of the only places that could make him happy and make him feel semi safe. That, in a way, was rather ironic. No where in this camp was safe, period. This place might as well have been a death trap: from the training arenas, to the forge, to the rivers; even the barracks and forest had their risks. Then again, the more one thought about it, anything could happen anywhere.

The sixteen year old flipped the beginnings of Lance's raptor automation in his hand, his dark brown eyes analyzing it calmly. It started out fine enough: the fundamentals of it being almost exactly like the metal bird that he had given Felicity. The only tweaking he really had to do was less song, less whiste, more whatever-sound-a-raptor-made, and change the shape/what it looked like externally. Few things to change, but when it involved circuts, it could get a little messy. He was caught entierly in his own world. After years of practice of shutting people out when he wasn't forging, it was quite easy to do while forging. It was only when he heard the crash that he realized that he had a possible intruder. The main door to the forge hadn't opened, but the forge was full of secrets, including different ways to get in. He put down the metal structure and put his hand on his sword. He peeled himself away from his own workbench and started back into a different part of the forge. It sounded like the sound had come from one of the farther off, stock pile workbenches. Day by day, it had grown, and Edmund had just watched it, rolling his eyes. One of these days, the person would add something, a breeze would come in, or physics would take over, and it would all come toppling down. By the sound he heard, it had finally happened. Served them right. When he finally came around the slight bend, his thoughts were confirmed: a gigantic mess. It wasn't his work place though, none of his work, so he had no real concern. Whoever's work pile it had been shouldn't have let it get that high. They could deal with it when they came back. The pile falling had been bound to happen; too bad it hadn't been on their head.

Then the pile started moving. Edmund got into a defensive stance and his hand tightened on the hilt of the sword. "Jadis?" he asked, eyeing the pile warily. He half braced himself for the young, female white tiger to come leaping out at him to play wrestle. It was either Jadis, one of the other annoying pets that had been running around rampid since Mercury had given one to nearly every camper. Either an animal... or a very small camper... Then a head popped out of the messy pile, the shield that had been convering the somewhat wild locks falling to the side. Lyn. "Oh. It's you," Edmund muttered, his hand falling from the sword. He looked the younger camper over: a shield had been covering her and there were metal scraps and wires all over the place. "You alright?" he asked, his voice slightly loosing his usual hard edge. She didn't look like anything had been caught in her skin or anything, but he could never be sure.

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The heavy metal tower shield that had covered Lyndis was curved, and while the top and bottom where open she was nearly perfectly protected on her sides. Lyndis had to flatten her body and squeezed out from under the shield that was nearly as tall as a normal man. After she was able to make her way out, avoiding the metal scraps that littered the floor, she looked herself over. There was a scrape or two, but nothing was sticking out of her skin anywhere she could see. He purple shirt she was wearing on the other hand seemed to have a small cut at her back. Feeling to make sure there was no cut, Lyndis found she was in perfect condition. A smile flashed across her face as she nodded at Edmund. “Yep, I'm fine! Thanks for asking.” she said stepping lightly around all the junk that had fallen everywhere around her. Several times she nearly fell over, sometimes she would have nearly ended up face first in something sharp and metal, but she did not. It only took a few moments for her to make it to Edmund's side.

“That was really loud, I didn't know piles got that high. Oh what's that!” It wasn't long until she had started investigative what had fallen out of the pile, looking at them and asking what they were. As she went though she began putting things away on the table they had been on, but in a much more organized fashion than they had been in before. It was natural to her to put things back where they belonged, and as far as she knew they belonged on the table. Items never really held her attention very long, but it seemed like she was interested in everything. Lyndis had a tendency to repeat things said to her, a way for her to remember them. Whenever there were two things that looked similar she would compare them, and she always asked questions.

She was quick in her movements, though not at all graceful. While she put things away her mind was more on the information than on the motions she was making. Again several times she nearly fell, and even a few time she actually did, but she did not let the items drop again. When it finally came down to it there were only a few items left on the floor, to include the large heavy shield. The only reason they were there was because they were too heavy for the small girl, and she frowned at them. She glanced around for a solution before asking Edmund “Ed do you know how I can move these heavy things?”

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Lyn could count herself rather lucky. The shield that had fallen on top of her had, well, done its job and had shielded her from most of the things that had fallen from the way too large pile. He tried to help remove the shield a bit by pushing it back and keeping it up while Lyn crawled out. If he had known that she was going to come out that quick, he would have tried to clear away some of the scrap so she wouldn't get any caught in her skin, but she moved fast. After she went back to standing, his dark brown eyes quickly looked down at her. No major scrapes or anything sticking out. He nodded slightly as she said she was fine; odd enough, he actually believed her when she said it. Her fine was probably more to the truth than his would ever get. "Sure," he muttered as she thanked him, a slightly suspicious tone coloring his voice. Then again, Edmund would not be happy if someone got hurt in the forge. Too much paper work, especially now that he was dragged into this and therefore considered a witness. He was seriously going to smack whosever's work bench that was for letting their pile get that high.

Edmund could honestly say that the forge was a pretty quiet place. One of the number one reasons he decided to spend a lot of his time there. It was quiet and usually empty with no people. Quiet and solitude. Two of his favorite things. Pile crashes were probably one of the loudest sounds that the forge would make. "They're not supposed to, but they do," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. Edmund wasn't exactly a fan of rules, but he'd abide by common forge safety regulations. Stupid slip ups and careless people in here could lead to some pretty bad outcomes. And then started her slew of questions. About nearly all the items there. Edmund slowly exhaled and answered with as much brevity as he could; better short and to the point. Lyn didn't seem to have a long attention span for any particular object, so there was no reason to linger on explanation. He watched her carefully as she started placing them back on the table, in a much more organized way. There had been a time where he had thought Meg to be OCD about what he made. Whenever he had started to stock pile like that, she had always managed to some how deconstruct and reorganize it. The organization had always made sense to him too, somehow.

His dark eyes continued to watch her carefully as she put nearly all the inventions back onto the table. Her movements were quick, almost reminding him of a squirrel. A couple of times, she faltered and fell. For those couple of times, Edmund would reach out and try to grab her; either to help steady her or to try to prevent her from falling. Soon, she was down to the shield and a few other of the heavier objects. Lyn seemed slightly lost for a moment before her attention got turned back to him. "Well, you can either ask me to lift it for you, or use that hand truck," he said, nodding to tall, two wheel cart. "Don't think the latter will help you much though."

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Lyndis was upset she didn't know what kind of order the pile had been in earlier, she would have rather put it back exactly as it had been before. People often had things a certain way, and Lyndis was not one to tell people how to put things back, though she had helped pack up camp since she could walk so organizing came as second nature to her. She took what little knowledge he had about each item, and put it with the other items that sounded similar based on Edmund's description. Things what seemed to be necessary to use other object would go towards the outer edges of the piles for easy access. He curious mind was kept active, and she was able to get something done. She did not realize that this was probably the only was for her to do something really productive, but one day someone would probably notice for her. This is the legion.

Several time Edmund kept Lyndis from falling to the ground, every time he did she gleefully thanked him. He had always been working on his projects and she normally tried to stay out of his way. Today was probably the first time he talked so much with her and her already joyful nature began to soar. She wasn't sure what exactly drew her to him, it may have been because they were complete opposites. Lyndis liked people and tried to talk with everyone, while Edmund attempted to keep away from people as much as possible. He was able to sit still for hour on end working on interesting and helpful things for camp, while Lyndis couldn't even sit still long enough for he lessons. She knew he was much more useful in a few hours than she would ever be, and that subconscious though made her want to stay with him.

Lyndis stood looking at Edmund as she spoke, then stared temporarily at the hand truck he had gestured to. It was probably as tall as she was, her head could fit between the handles that would normally be at chest height for any adult. She wondered if she would be able to use it, but then turned her attention back to Edmund. She was a little disappointed since she would be unable to finish cleaning the mess she made. “You're right, I'm sorry. Can you please help?” her eyes spoke all the failure she felt inside. “I know I shouldn't make a mess unless I can clean it, I didn't mean to.”

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As far as Edmund was concerned, that messed up pile could stay there and whoever the idiot was who had made it that high could clean it up. Then again, Lyn looked content cleaning it up; it almost as if she was in her sort of area of expertise. He watched her quick movements sort the objects depending on the descriptions he gave. If Edmund learned anything, he knew he didn't exactly like to be bothered when he was doing something he was actually comfortable and willing to do; that being said, he just kept telling her the short explanations and watched her make the neater piles. Besides, it was better than having her go out and do training. When all was said and done, the piles if inventions on the table looked around a million times better than the initial mound of junk. Quick and organized... better than what he could do at any rate. The armory was as organized as his skills could get, and he was pretty sure he was the one of the only ones who actually cared about the state of that place. Make sure that correctly made weapons were available, make sure they weren't running low, make sure legionaries didn't just leave things on the floor that people could cut and trip themselves with. He couldn't believe how many idiots had managed to come into the Legion. Heck, he still wasn't sure why he was here.

Now that he thought of it, this was probably the first time (unless his memory was getting really bad) that he had actually talked with Lyn. Sure, he had seen her lurking around him a couple of times, but they had never really talked... until now. Edmund honestly had no idea why Lyn even bothered coming around. He had near to nothing to offer her, and she had probably heard from half (if not nearly the entire) Camp about what a horrible, antisocial, jerk of a recluse he was. What people thought didn't matter to him, but he knew how they classified him was all true, so he didn't go around denying it. No reason to. People would pass their own judgements, and Edmund would just roll his eyes: whatever, he didn't care, and continue on with his life. Besides Meghan (who, in essence, didn't exactly have a choice because they lived in the same house AND he had been a different person around her), Lyn and Weingarten were probably the only ones who bothered staying around him without trying to kill him. It was almost in a....friendly manner. It was kind of sickening; they made absolutely no sense to him. For Lyn, he could kind of see an "opposites attract" sort of thing; however, Edmund didn't exactly want to go tainting her mind with antisocial-isim, jerk-isim, and recluse-isim. She was young; she still had a small childhood left, and she had a right to enjoy it while she could. Before the Legion beat it out of her.

The sixteen year old sized her up. The hand truck probably wouldn't do much good for her, given that it was nearly as tall as she was. He looked at her, seeing slight sadness in her eyes. She looked like he had in the weeks after the fire: it was the "I failed to do what I was supposed to do" look. His gaze softened a few shades and he half knelt so he was somewhat eye level with her. "Sure I will," he said, his voice loosing the edge. "Lyn, there's no reason to be sorry. You cleaned up most of it. Whoever made that pile shouldn't of made it that high." He rose again and half tilted the shield so he could pick it up. "Where would you like this to go?"

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Lyndis was never really good with figuring out people and more importantly their emotions. The subtleties of sadness and hurt were difficult for her to grasp unless it seemed obvious. How many times had she been yelled at over it? Even know she was unsure if she heard his voice soften, was unsure if that hard look in his eyes brightened. She didn't know if it had gotten worse, or better or if he was simply going to be annoyed at her as he seemed to be with everyone else. It was a while that she had been trying to be good, she had been trying to leave him alone and not bother him too much. Lyndis had always wanted to sit down beside him and talk to him as he worked, but so many people had said things about him. The only thing she would accept from what they said was that he didn't like people, and while she tried to be the optimist, she always thought he wouldn't like her. Now she had made a mess of the forge, the place he liked so much, and had the nerve to ask him to help her. She was sure that he would be angry, but he was now. He told her that she need not be sorry, and he sounded kinder than she had ever heard him before.

Light returned to her eyes, and a smile to her face. Edmund's words lifted her heart, and he accepted her apology. “Thank you! Here...can you put it over here?” she said trotting to stand beside the table, she made a generalized shape of the shield over the area she had wanted to put it. Making sure not to be in the way Lyndis watch Edmund help her, still feeling a little guilty asking him to help her with something that was no fault of his. “Thank you a lot for helping, I'm sorry I made the mess. Any favor you want, I will try my best to do!” she said with enthusiasm, thumping her little fist against her chest.

She was a small girl, and for reasons inquired by everyone in the camp, she really admired Edmund. Friendly with anyone and everyone, she had the ability to fight okay with a sword and was an excellent shot with her bow. Helpful when necessary, and almost always getting in trouble with a smile on her face Lyndis was sometimes difficult to pin point her parentage. She skipped out on classes, but still learned what she needed to know. She was always curious and getting into everything, no one knew why she kept following Edmund around, a few speculated she was mentally handicapped. She did seem more hyper and inattentive than other people. Lyndis could tell you why when she was asked, and she was asked a lot. She liked him because he was nothing like her. She knew she'd never become like him, but that was okay. People were made differently after all.

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For a person that didn't show emotion, Edmund was pretty decent at reading other people. He'd think it'd be the opposite, but he could still do it. He knew that other people had emotion and even though he didn't care about them, he had learned how to read them over time. Besides, it had been kind of useful when he was in grammar school: he could predict if a school bully was going to run him into a wall or not; especially after his skin graft surgery when he was on crutches (that he refused to use) and could barely walk. It was probably well known that Edmund didn't broadcast his feelings or "wear his heart on his sleeve" so to say; he was pretty sure it wasn't well known that he could actually be in tune with others. Yes, Edmund was stony and flat, 99.8% of the time. Lyn and Weingarten were the only two, oh so lucky people, so far, who had seen his .2% of humanity that he still had in him. It was buried somewhere deep down, but it came out, every now and again.

He was quite sure that she had heard other people talk about him around camp. It was just a gossip place like that; it wasn't hard for news about people to spread around here. Edmund never listened to any of it, and cared even less about what other people said about him. What Lyn would believe was up to her, but so far, she seemed pretty unafraid of hanging around the antisocial, loner, jerk of a forge monkey. "No problem," he said, the usual edge of his tone still semi absent. He watched her scamper over towards the area she wanted the shield in and nodded. "Sure," he agreed, waiting until she got out of the way before moving with the bulky, heavy shield. After placing it down to the best of his ability, in the spot she had indicated, he straightened up, watching the younger camper. "Not your fault, Lyn," he said, shaking his head. Younger children tended to blame themselves a lot... he remembered that much (along with grammar school; why couldn't he remember more about his family and less about school?) from being little. Heck, he still blamed himself; guess he never got over that stage. The sixteen year old nodded slightly. "Thank you for the offer,," he said, his voice still slightly gentler than usual.

Edmund honestly had no idea why Lyn bothered with him. She was nice, happy, optimistic, hyper, sociable... He was... the complete opposite. He didn't want her to become like him and from what he saw in life, people usually became mostly like the people they hung around. Ed was an awful influence: a negatively blunt, cynical, antisocial jerk, and he realized that. He knew it: all too well. Then again, the reasons she was hanging around him wasn't any of his business. She'd decide how to spend her time. Although some people talked, she seemed just as bit as unfazed as he did when people talked about him. That was kind of admirable in a young kid. A lot of the Camp probably thought her odd. If they had the nerve to say anything, they'd be there with a knife at their throat and the completely logical answer of: "we're all odd, live with it". But then again, Ed didn't deserve Lyn liking him. He didn't deserve to be looked up to as much as she was making it out to be. He had no problem saying that either.

OOC: May I just say that I love this thread? xD
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Lyndis was happy, perhaps more than happy she was extremely excited. She was talking to Edmund, having a conversation with him even if he only said a word here or there. It was much better than sitting back and just watching him from afar. Lyndis had not been in camp for very long, nor had she been watching Edmund for long. She had to count the month in her mind, it had been longer than she realized, but new things could keep her mind off time periods. Meeting new people, seeing all kinds of new things kept her attention away from her family and her home. There were always times she missed it, and she was still a little upset that she was to live here and not with her family for ten years. That might be an understatement, she was incredibly upset about it when she thought about it, and even this time which had passed so quickly made her feel lonely. She had not been away from her father this long, and defiantly not away from the tribe she lived with. She did not want to think about it, not right now. Every time she really thought about home, she cried.

“Ed what were you doing before?” she asked, attempting to make use of her short attention span. She wanted to divert from her own thoughts, that seemed to more often drift back to home, and family. “Can I watch? Can I help?” she asked her eyes bright with hope, attempting to keep herself from bouncing around as she spoke. She wanted to talk more, talk about Edmund and all the cool things he did here. The camp was a good place, an interesting place to be. Lyndis had to keep that thought in mind as she smiled broadly at him, had to keep herself from being sad in front of people.

Lyndis trotted over to Edmund's work station, looking over his things with eyes glancing about at the various shiny metal objects around the forge. Some of the things she recognized, most of them from the sudden crash course she got when organizing. There were plenty of things that looked similar, but also things where different. It might have been that they reflected the maker. Lyndis had seen that plenty when home with her family, the different craftsmen that lived and joked about who's was better. There it was again, family. Lyndis turned to smile at Edmund and asked about some of the things near by. Pointing out differences in style, or other visual clues. She asked about how he would do them, how he would do it better, because Edmund could always make it better. At least in Lyndis' mind.

OOC:Lyn/Ed are so adorable. much loves for this thread <3

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Edmund would be lying to himself (which he did all the time, so no biggie) if he said that he didn't miss his life before the Legion. Before Em. When he thought his life was actually normal (minus monsters attacking him and the transfer of schools every other year). Even if he could barely remember it, he still missed it. Then again, who didn't feel homesick around here every once and a while? Thing was, as much as he hated to admit the feeling, Ed missed the outside world and his home. He knew, in a heartbeat, that he would much rather be able to keep his old life than get the one at the Legion. Not that he could do much to change it. He had to be born a demigod. Why couldn't he have been born normally? To two mortals? The house fire would have never happened, he would have kept his family, he would have never had to live though the Legion. When thinking about it though, he honestly couldn't imagine what life could have been like. Maybe a vague shadow, but that was it. The Legion was all that had consumed for the past seven years, it was all he remembered, all he knew. It was his life now, unfortunately. Those times where he let his mind wander. Cue why he was always either fighting or making something; he always had to be doing something that required his full concentration so he wouldn't have to be pulled into his own thoughts.

He looked up at the younger girl as she asked yet another question. "Oh, nothing much," he said, shrugging slightly. "Trying to finish out an order for Lance Shade," he added, trying to elaborate in the slightest. If his guess was right, this was probably going to bring on another slew of question. Ah well, whatever. He drifted back over to his work bench, eying the fire slightly as he passed it. Yeah, he needed to bend some swords into shape too. All the stupid orders from the arena that Jolly always had. He watched her bobbing up and down. Out of all the diagnosed ADHD campers in this Legion (which was all of them), Lyn was probably the most ADHD prominent. Edmund could be pretty bad too, but more when he didn't have things to build or fix in his hands. His mother's self named: "selective ADHD". He looked at her debating for a second whether or not he should ask her to help him sharpen some of the swords that Jolly asked him to fix. She had done fine with the gifts for the gods. Then another thought popped into his head. "Have any idea what a raptor dinosaur sounded like?" he asked, looking up and half raising the metal dinosaur that was a foot or so bigger than his previously made metal bird.

The sixteen year old forge boy watched her as she moved closer to his work station, her eyes moving over his inventions and the inventions of the other forgers. In fundamentals they were similar, in personal style, they were all different. There was always something in everyone's creation that could easily distinguish it from another's. Or at least to him there was. He had no problem to attesting that they had some pretty good forgers around here. They had been the forgers that Edmund had shadowed and observed his first few years after getting claimed, as he began to become a smith and craftsman, all the while trying to get over being so close to a fire. His head picked back up again as she began asking about various other forger's inventions and his input on them. Edmund's eyes drifted towards each item as she described them as best she could, and then came up with the best answers he could while on the spot.

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Edmund was making something, for someone named Lance Shade. It was kind of interesting, shade was a type of ghost right? Then Lance was a weapon, something that she had been learning how to use, along with the short sword and shield. They tried to teach Lyndis a lot of things, thought she already knew how to use bows already. Short bows were the easiest, and didn't require as much draw power as the long bows but Lyndis was adjusting easily. "An order? What kind of order? Is it a weapon? Or something super cool like Mr. Metal?" Edmund was right about questions, and it was pretty easy to know that about Lyndis. She was always asked questions, so it was nothing new. The person himself she was not too concerned about, besides she didn't like asking people about other people. It was rude, and if you wanted to know something you should ask it to the person's face! That was how Lyndis was taught, and what she did. She was also told not to be insulted when people asked you questions, because at least they asked you to your face instead of something her dad called snooping.

Dinosaur? Was Edmund making a dinosaur? Lyndis turned from whatever shiny thing had her attention and went straight to Edmund's side. She was smiling, and almost bouncing in the way she walked or possibly ran would be a better way to describe it. Dinosaurs were things that lived a super long time ago, and Lyndis had seen pictures and even a statue of one once, but if Edmund was asking how one sounded it must move too. Lyndis would get to see a moving speaking dinosaur made by Edmund. Edmund the Great, Edmund the Awesome, maker of dinosaurs! Yes. She was excited, her heart leap in her chest as she stood by him.

"What kind of dinosaur? It is a baby dinosaur? It is a T-rex? Or maybe one of the flying ones?" Lyndis clapped her hands over her mouth trying to keep herself from asking too many questions. She wanted to let Edmund talk, wanted to give him time to answer her questions. She wanted to know so much, and was pretty sure just being able to see it would answer a lot of her questions. Looking up at him she took her hands away from her mouth, eyes sparkling in delight. "Can I see it?"

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As of late, Edmund had been getting a lot of requests for things to be made. He didn't mind at all though, it was interesting. It was a challenge and Edmund Simons had been battling those for practically his whole life. Heck, nearly all the demigods here probably had been. Challenges like the war at Mt. Orthys and then just the challenge for being a demigod. Those were real life obstacles. He liked overcoming them almost as much as he did with forge projects. In order to make the automations, like Shade's raptor and Weingarten's bird, he had to shape up a little bit more in the computer chips and wire area. They were quickly becoming another fascination if his. It was actually kind of cool, to make something that would talk or respond back. Plus, making these things required concentration. Just more things to get his mind off his mind. "Yes, it's like... Mr. Metal," he confirmed, nodding slightly. The camp probably knew it better as Metal Bird. Personally, when he had made Metal Bird, he had been thinking about that security bird in the movie The Incredibles. It had never been given a name, so Edmund had mentally started calling him Tim, but it was Felicity's, so Metal Bird it was.

In all honesty, Edmund didn't have much to go off of much in making a dinosaur. Bird, fine. He had owned one, had seen them fly around his entire life. A Dino? All he had was a vague, shadowy memory of Petrie from The Land Before Time VHS tapes. Besides, other than the Sharp Teeth (T-Rexes), he didn't think any of them made their actual dinosaur noises. Then again, how did the people who made that movie know what the dinosaurs sounded like? They hadn't been there to hear or record them... Ah well, there went his mind on a not completely unrelated, but on a tangent. Of all things that would trigger shadowy memories, it had to be of things, and not of his actual family. He turned the automation on and the wings flapped. Essentially, it was Tim aka Metal Bird, without the voice chip, with a different "brain", and with a larger metal frame.

"One of those flying ones," Edmund said with a slight nod. She looked like she wanted to say a lot more, but prevented herself. He was about to ask her if she wanted to see it, but she beat him to it. "Sure," he nodded, waving her over to the work bench where the raptor was flapping around and trying to figure out how to fly.

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It was going to be like Mr. Metal, the metal bird that first drew Lyndis to Edmund. She was so excited she bounced in place. Just slightly, but still bouncing next to the work bench waiting to hear more about it. It was going to be the most awesome thing ever, it would move and talk and sing, maybe not all those things but it was abound to do something super awesome. This was going to be another project, so it would be new and interesting. Sure similar to the metal flying bird didn't mean that it was the exact same, maybe it was going to be better. People's second or third tries always were right? What number was Mr. Metal? Lyndis didn't know, but she did care. "What number thingy is this? Is it going to have a voice? How many stuffs with super cool personalities have you made? Does it get easier each time?" yes, more questions. Tons of questions, as always. She figured Edmund would find a quick way to answer them, he didn't give long boring answers. She liked that. Edmund always waited until she was done with her questions and answered them in so few words, she could actually understand what he was saying. He didn't interrupt her thought process, which she had to stop herself sometimes. She wanted some answers after all, instead of asking so many Edmund could never possibly answer them. Edmund was her favorite person in all of camp.

Lyndis put her chin on the work bench and watched the little raptor, it really was amazing. How could Edmund make such things, sure Lyndis had seen other people make other things in the forge but it was never the same. Edmund's were more like toys, simple and had such interesting personalities. Everyone else seems to have cool things, but never as much personality, always a function. She supposed it was just the roman, or legion thing to do. There seemed to be little place for something with out a use. Except Edmund didn't care, he just made them anyway. They were super cool, Edmund was super cool. Yes Lyndis is a big fan of the Legions little forge monkey.

"It looks really bird like, does it have a voice? Oh you asked what they sound like. Raptors right? Um they were kinda like little t-rexes, and they roar I think. Are they related to birds? Maybe more clicky? Instead of tweeting? I think it should purr. And Roar. I know it's kitty things, but it's a robot so it doesn't need to be exact." Lyndis wanted to pet it, to play with it. The little dinosaur was larger than Mr. Metal and she might actually be able to play something, maybe fetch. "Does he have teeth and claws? Don't raptors have that one big claw?" Will the questions ever stop? Probably not, she is an extremely curious girl and loves to learn new things as long as it's not boring. Anything can be made to learn in an interesting way, if only the people who taught classes here would learn that.

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Edmund really didn't know why Lyndis had taken such an interest to him. It wasn't like he was greatest person for her to be around. He wasn't great period. He was actually a rather horrible human being. Antisocial, apathetic, a murderer, a horrible role model, a jerk... gods, the list could go on and on. Why couldn't she some one better? He didn't deserve her admiration at all. Not one ounce of it. Why she still decided to give it was beyond him. He just couldn't get it. Why couldn't she pick someone that didn't seems so cold and nasty to everyone. Lyn had innocence, and he wanted her to keep that as long as she could. His had ended to early. He looked over at Lyn as the next tirade of questions came. Expected, of course. It probably wouldn't be Lyn if she didn't ask so many questions. Just like it wouldn't be Edmund if he started seeking friends and social gatherings. As always, Edmund just waited until she questioned herself out. This particular set was pertaining to Tim/Metal Bird. "This'd be number two," he said, nodding towards the raptor. "Yup, it'll have a voice. And... yes, I suppose it does get easier." If only it was that way for all things in life. He had heard it was true, but he supposed it didn't pertain to him.

The sixteen year old watched the metal frame continue to wobble around. It would figure out how to fly... all in due time. Metal Bird had figured it out pretty quick. If it couldn't, that meant he had to adjust... maybe make the wings lighter? After watching the raptor flap around a few more seconds, he decided to wait. It was a baby, after all. He knew what a lot of people probably thought about him making automation baby pets: a waste of time. He was in the first Legion and should be making weapons for fighting, not toys for company. Thing was... he missed making toys. He had made them for Meg all the time. Wooden dolls and little train sets mostly. Besides, if people in the Legion couldn't/didn't have/like human companionship (like him) at least they could have something to be around them: live or inanimate. Edmund could get along with inanimate/non human much better at any rate.

Well, he asked for her opinion on the matter, and he sure got one. Edmund started to scrawl illegibly in a notebook. It was his design note book. Every thing he had ever made for people: armor (animal or human), metal birds, the raptor, pretty much anything. He nodded slightly after her slew of suggestions. It sounded fine to him. "Alright," he said, turning to the raptor. "Adjustment." The temporary shell casing broke open and Edmund took a pair of tweezers and gently removed the sound chip. "Do you think he should have them?" he asked, looking at her. He was seriously up for any suggestions on a dinosaur: a) it was supposed to be a source of accompaniment for Lance b) no human had ever seen an actual dino c) it was an automation d) Edmund was just making it to better his forge/automation techniques. So no, it didn't have to follow the stereotype or whatever science said. "Maybe they do," he said with a slight shrug.

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Lyndis never had those weird drinks and candy things with fake sugar in them. She hated them, but people kept thinking that she ate them a lot, because of her hyperness. She did not, however she had a tendency to eat a lot of fruit, which could at times be just as bad since they too have sugar in them. A more natural sugar, but similar effect. She didn't know if that was the reason behind her overabundance of energy, but she liked it either way. She could always talk to people, always keep up with people. The keeping up could sometimes be a problem considering she was only about half way to being five feet tall, and everyone else had much longer legs than she did. Edmund didn't move around as much, so keeping up with him was not too big a problem, but Charlie was her parole officer and very tall. The top of Lyndis' head reached her chest, which meant Charlie's stomach was eye level for Lyndis. Edmund was about the same height as Charlie, Lyndis couldn't tell if he was taller or shorter since she hadn't exactly been able to get her unit of measurement in. Her way of measuring people's height involved hugging them. Edmund was not a fan of hugs, but Lyndis held out hope he would let her hug him. One day.

Number two, that meant Mr.Metal had to be number one. The very first thing Edmund had made! That was very special, Lyndis was only a little jealous of Felicity for having it. Not much, and not for very long, because Lyndis was here with Edmund right not and that won out over ever having anything he made. Spending time with someone, talking to them, and laughing with them was the best. Even if Edmund didn't exactly laugh, or smile much. It was okay, he made her laugh and smile. Though she really wished she could get him to do the same.

"Only number two? Wow you caught onto making them really quickly then!" she said reaching across the long table toward the raptor as it seemed to try and fly. It was so adorable as it tried to teach itself how to use it's wings. Lyndis curled her hands back up under her chin watching it. It was almost like watching the baby horses at home trying to walk for the first time, or any of the baby animals really. She sat there a moment quietly watching it until Edmund decided to adjust him.

Everything inside was so small, Lyndis had no idea how he could work all that stuff inside of the baby raptor. She looked at the metal case that lay on the table, and the wire and frame that made up the muscles and bones of the little dinosaur creature. Looking up at Edmund from the table she smiled. "I think he'd look funny without teeth, and he can have claws so he can protect himself. Everyone needs to learn how to use and not misuse their own bodies. The baby raptor can learn how to not hurt people, so people can know it can hurt you but chooses not to!" Lyndis thought it was a great idea. Like how any animal can hurt people very badly, but chooses not to. To her it made them more likable.