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Darion: Darion, who is in his iconic pair of blue jeans and green polo shirt, is rummaging through the forest looking for pieces of metal. He can hear something off in the distance that sounds similar to a machine moving, but he decides against checking it out. However the more Darion tries to push the noise out of his mind, the more he hears it, and the more he feels like finding out what it is. So, he grabs his backpack, which is full of large metal shards, some ranging from the size of pebbles to the size of shard shaped bricks. Darion slowly walks in the direction he thinks the noise is coming from, and in doing so haphazardly while he continues to look for metal shards, he unknowingly passes the source of the noise, and steps onto a twig which snaps, rather loudly. "Shhhhhi" Darion cuts himself off, as he's not sure whether or not he hears the noise from earlier anymore.

Darion: "Fudge---" Darion whispers harshly, thinking he's heard another noise that he didn't make, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket knife, leaving it closed just incase he runs into someone or something that's friendly and not vile. He looks around, then thinks he sees a blue dress, he quickly puts his head down, which causes his backpack to move, causing all the metal shards in his backpack to clatter around, "Fu––!" Darion harshly whispers to himself again, "Freaking damn back-pack," however he's continued to move towards a large tree with roots that he thinks will allow him to hide away from whatever it is that may be nearby... Darion continues to tell his backpack to shut up as he crawls/walks towards the tree roots.

Darion: Darion starts talk to himself in a very quiet voice, "Dude whatever it is gonna kill you, like you're dead, omgwtlol you're dead Darion. Whatever you do don't respond, even though it sounds like a chick, don't respond——" Darion suddenly yells back in his best impression of the yell "--HEEEEEY!" His voice drops back to quiet, "Dangit, dangit, dangit."

Darion: He quietly talks to himself, "Do I go out there? I mean, it-he-she-it responded nicely, but what if it tries to kill me, I can't fight with metal shards, it's been so long since I've used my powers," Darion quickly pipes up and makes an echoing voice of Zella's, "It's okay," he now is sitting with his back against the roots of this tree, then realizes that in his frantic crawling, he cut open his jeans, "Dammit, my jeans!" he screams out, then puts his hand over his mouth and whispers, "Sh––."

Darion: He stands up slowly, checking his surroundings, then Darion sees Zella, whom looks like she's turned into a pretzel, "Uhhh, you okay? Like you're not a pretzel person, are you?" Darion hides the knife in his pocket, and slowly creeps towards Zella.

Darion: "Why the fu-- were you laying on your face?" He asks as he comes to a stop, hoping he hasn't startled her, "Are you okay?" Darion fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a nature valley bar, opens it and pulls out one of the bars and starts chewing on it, as he suddenly feels extremely stressed.

Darion: "Yaknow, you probably don't know, but the view of your butt was much better when you were on the ground-" Darion immediately facepalms, "Sorry, don't know where that came from," Darion continues to munch nervously on the nature valley bar.

Darion: "Oh, you know, I was out here, looking for the PO box for booty watchers monthly," Darion coughs a bit realizing himself that that was a bad way to start off, but decided to stick with it anyways, "You're president of the company, right?" Darion coughs on one of oats from the nature valley bar, causing his eyes to tear up. He chokes down the oat, and manages to put on a smile as he looks back in Zella's direction.

Darion: "Sorry, that was horribly unlike me," Darion pauses, "You see I've been out collecting large metal shards, I'm a child of Hephaestus, I have to melt stuff down to make weapons, but nobody really talks to me, ever, and I have issues with making friends," Darion sighs, then facepalms, thinking he said too much and begins to think he's made the situation worse.

Darion: "Say wuuuuuuuuut?" Darion's jaw drops, which he promptly pushes back up with his hand, "sorry," he paused for a moment, "about the booty comment, in hindsight that was really awkward," Darion suddenly straightens out his posture, then slouches back down, exhaling heavily as he does so, "You wouldn't happen to know how to get back to the armory, would you? I need to put all this metal in to my choice metals heap, and I'm kinda lost," Darion frowns having not wanted to admit that he actually was lost, he'd lost his way and just decided to make the best of it collecting more and more metal till he found someone or something.

Darion: Darion quickly jogs up to Zella, "So, sis, what's your name? Mines Darion." He smiles somewhat, hoping to make some kind of friendship possible, he had few friends, aside from the demigods in the beta phi sigma demigod group that had banded together.

Darion: "Leeeuuutennant?" Darion says, purposely butchering the word, "What's it like, being part of the head of a cabin?" Darion asks Zella, hoping she'll tell him something different than Tyler, Gracie and Karen had told him when he asked the question.

Darion: "What do you mean a wolf pack?" Darion asks as he walks a bit faster to walk by Zella's side, thinking that being a counsellor might be like being part of the group he's in, even though not all of them are counsellors. Darion even wonders if the rest of the group would be okay with him telling Zella about the group.