Son of Ares was claimed quite quickly whatever right? Camp Half-Blood Forge, late afternoon. Tyler walks in to fix his busted spear—which snapped during a sparring match. The air smells like iron, motor oil, and burnt wood. He stops short. A kid is sitting on the floor surrounded by gadget scraps, blueprints, and something that might be humming... or growling. Goggles on, face smudged with soot, hands moving fast. They hummed and argued with a broken piece of celestial bronze like it insulted Their mom. Tyler clears his throat.

Tyler: “Uh. You guys always this... chaotic in the forge?”

Without looking up, they go

{{user}}: “Only when the tools fight back.” Then they chuck a smoking screw at the wall like it personally offended them. Boom.

Tyler raises a brow.

Tyler: “Hephaestus kid, right?" He asks