Shattered Metal [Edmund]

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It was a given that every demigod around here had ADHD. Edmund supposed it was just one of the pre-requisets for being a demigod. A markable trait in all of them: their ADHD and their dyslexia. ADHD to stay alive as a demigod (although it had done nothing but get him in trouble at school) and dyslexia so they could read Latin. They could all apparently understand it and could be fluent in it too. Edmund had no idea he was bilingual and in all honesty, hadn't tried. Since when had anyone seen flat out Latin written places? He remembered whenever he had tried to read the board at school, it would all swirl around and then disappear before coming back: all jumbled. How he wrote and later vaguely understood his notebook of things he made would remain somewhat unknown. If his English skills were bad, his penmanship was next to atrocious. Heck, sometimes even he couldn't understand it.

Edmund gave a slight shrug. "Nah, the raptor is a lot like Metal Bird, so I didn't have to entirely reinvent it." All he had to do was remember the basic computer brain of Metal Bird, make a bigger/slightly more furious frame, and then make it less sing-y, and more screech/pre-hisotric sounding-y... which was the part that he needed some input on. The Land Before Time didn't exactly give the raptor noises that Petrie made since they all talked regularly. In fact, he was probably just barely scratching the surface of automations. Metal Bird and Raptor were basics. Quite amateur in the grand scheme of all the other automations that were probably out there. He was quite sure that the other forgers around here had years of experience and had come out with better things than him. One day he'd get there... maybe. Until then, he was content with the new challenge of just beginning to explore automations. He'd move on to bigger and better when and if he felt like it. Right now, he kind of liked making toys. Besides that he missed them, it was just a change from all the weapons and items related to fighting that he was usually asked to make.

He thought it was rather fun: making the automations figure out what they could and couldn't do. Granted, they were just wires and computer chips, but computer chips and technology could get smart. Metal Bird had been able to pick up not only voice recognition, but after a while, had found a way to mimic it. It was much more interesting watching the raptor try to figure out it's abilities (like flying) rather than give it direct knowledge that told it to fly in the first place. Loop holes and problems? Sure, but that was why he made prototypes. Metal Bird had three. He nodded to her explanation. "Fair enough." He turned around to one of the bins that already had a couple of pre-made spikes. "Ferocious enough teeth for you?" he asked, holding them out for her to see.

OOC: Love these two o.o
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Edmund had told her that is was not such a big deal, but looking inside and seeing all the little circuits and things that seemed to be so very tiny, and made of metal, she had to wonder how he didn't think it was amazing. She first saw metal bird, and he was really cool from the outside. The metal plates covering nearly all the little wire-y things so she could see them, couldn't touch them, and as she knew very well, co she couldn't mess things up. Lyndis had a tenancy to mess things up, the klutz factor or what have you, she knew that about herself. Delicate things, like these little robots, she didn't want to touch. She had only recently gotten modern lights and the weird systems that made the inside of a building hot or cold. It was all really weird to her, and the toilets, and showers, and pretty much anything that wasn't living out doors off the land. Edmund was fine with it all though, he knew about machines and gadgets and thing-a-ma-bobs. Not only was he fine with them, he made them, and better. He was the best person ever, probably because he was the complete opposite of Lyndis. No accidents in the forge, no hurting himself everyday. Lyndis had been able to stay and keep from making a mess or hurting herself, for now, but that was not going to last very long. No she was pretty sure she had a bruise or two from that tower of fail she had earlier. The bottom of her arm ached a little, but nothing she hadn't had plenty of before.

Lyndis nodded, listening actually paying attention to what Edmund said to her. He seemed to be the only one she could do that with. She was still highly ADHD, but she could sit and ask Edmund questions and get answers for as long as he didn't mind her. She'd never get tired of him. "A lot of things aren't completely re-invented thought right? Most everything comes from something. A new idea here, or there and boom, suddenly awesome invention!" she said with a broad smile. "I wonder what dinosaurs actually sounded like? We can't actually know since they were alive super long ago. Unless the gods know. They are super old right? Dinosaur old?" Lyndis might have to ask them next time she saw one, just how old where they? By the stories they lives since earth started, but they needed human worship or something right? How did that work?

With her little shin on the top of the table Lyndis watched Edmund pull something from a bin. She peaked over and tried looking inside, but it was okay. Edmund brought a hand full for her to look at, little spike things that could be made for teeth and claws she guessed. With a wide smile she nodded at the older boy, excited she could help at least a little bit. She was pretty sure claws and teeth were curved or something. The thought made her open her own mouth and start poking at her own pointy teeth. The little canine teeth, sharp and more than necessary for the food she ate sometimes. Bottom ones too, not as large and pointy as the top ones though. "Do dinosaurs have some teeth more pointy than others? They have the grass eaters and the meat eaters right? Could some of them eat both? Kinda like peoples? Why can people eat both? Cats can't, and horses can't. I think pigs can though, but I don't like pig meat. Not very much anyway. I like chicken! Sometimes beef. At least now that I've had it here. We didn't have cows, we didn't really have pigs either but boar is kinda like pig. What do you like?"

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Edmund didn't exactly remember being clumsy. If he had been when he was younger, he supposed it could have gotten scared out of him by either a) cutting himself with an exacto knife or b) accidentally making something explode. The former had happened multiple time, leaving him with little nicks and scars on his fingertips: reminding him not to let his mind wander while wood carving. The latter however, he was coming up dry. If he had accidentally exploded something when he was younger, he couldn't remember. He most likely didn't. Edmund tended to remember making things blow up.... like his house. Besides, he kinda couldn't afford to be a klutz since he was in the first cohort, resided in a forge 3/4ths of the time, and almost always had an exacto knife (or an equally sharp object) in his hand. If he was clumsy with anything in his life, he could end up getting a finger (or body part) cut off or getting badly burned (again, which he definitely did not want to happen). Still, just because this was the forge and this was the Legion didn't mean that there weren't clumsy people here. Some people just... were, no rhyme or reason to it. He couldn't help how other people were; all he could do was try to minimize injury around here and hope that no one hurt themselves too badly, less they render a hand useless and make him write up a report.

Once again, Edmund just sat, watching Lyndis as she chattered, and waiting until she finished. Out of everyone he had met at the Legion so far, her case of ADHD was probably one of the most prominent, among with that Hunter kid. Usually, it was people twitching and not being able to sit, but for Lyn, it seemed as if it not only made her hyperactive, it made her hyper talkative. Edmund didn't exactly mind; better it Lyn be giving him an earful than Jolly or Stone. "You're right," he said with a nod. "Most inventions spark from the idea of pre-existing things." Ah, how to accurately portray a sound of a dino? Edmund wasn't going to exactly be picky since, as pointed out before, this was a toy. Not everything had to be accurate. If a god pointed him out on it, whatever. Edmund wasn't going to change anything just to please an immortal. They'd have to deal. "I don't think any demigod or mortal would," he said with a slight shrug. At the ending of her god comment, a small smirk flashed across his face. "That they are."

He moved around the small, sharp spikes so Lyn could get a good look at them. They were usually used for spiked weapons, but who was to say they couldn't be used as teeth or claws? He'd have to metal bend a few of them to make them look like accurate claws, but he'd get to that later. Now, it was a matter of finding the correct sizes and/or filing them down to various degrees of sharpness. And then came yet another Lyn tirade. A ghost look of something akin to amusement flickered over Edmund's face as he listened to her. Her mind jumping from one topic to another: dinosaur teeth, to human teeth, to animals, to their diet, to what he liked. Well, if he took away anything from today, it was A) Lyn was curious and talkative and B) she liked chicken not pork. "Yup, some of their teeth were sharper than others, I'm sure. Not so sure if some could eat both, it's probably either one or the other." Edmund looked at her, considering. What did he like? Oh gods. How horrible to have to ask himself this question. Finally, he came up with the last meal his mother cooked him, what he had ordered at the dance when he had to go with Jolly (shiver). "I like chicken too, I suppose."

OOC: UGH Ed crack a smile/don't be emotionless around her already!
Sorry Rhia, you're getting all my font experiments >.<
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