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Ishmael shrugged when the mention of easy money being lost. "Eh, wasn't much, not worth wasting appreciable amounts of cash on." Sage, of course, had greeted him and asked about the project. He grinned at that, rather then anything else. One of the few ways to get him to grin or anywhere near smile was when he was given a project to work on, or was reminded of one. "Yes, yes, good day son of the dead. I've started dabbling with it, strange material as usual, I'll get it done when it gets done." Of course Ethan, one of the more well liked members of this camp, showed up and helped answer some of the kid who called himself Lucas, oh so original of a name, and unlike Sage's reaction, Ishmael did not show any real preference or happiness with the older fellow around. "Well timed, oh so beloved son of a thief's patron." He had gotten into trouble refusing to not somehow insulting every single person in this camp, in one form or another, but he never actually caused anyone real physical harm, so it was narrowly tolerated. It was his way of dealing with people, so that was that on the matter.

Lucas brought up the notion of the underworld being real, and Ishmael scoffed, already having an idea where his thoughts were going. "Lucas, didn't pay attention in school prior to here? Every single time someone goes down to Hell to try and bring someone back, it backfires horribly. Videotape the failure for me, would ya? Make a hell of a home video..." Ishmael's arms were crossed, and he watched the continued back and forth as questions were continued to be answered. He had a smirk on his face from his prior commentary, watching the reaction his commentary was getting thus far. The Lucas kid was more somber then most, and that didn't impress him too much. Yea, being kin to gods of various sorts was not fun, simply because of the impending drama, in his mind, but he dealt with it in a way that didn't depress the general area's mood. Not all at once, at least.

The one girl from the Apollo cabin was walking along, looked fresh from the hunt as usual, and he made his usual commentary that he did with just everyone else once she was within earshot. "Get anything good digging through the woods and such, bow girl? Obviously put a lot of effort into the dirty hippy thing." It was somewhat half hearted, compared to what the others had received thus far, simply because from what little in dealings had been done, she hadn't really reacted in any way that was remotely entertaining. He kept his eye on the others, but his stance was keeping everyone somewhere in front of him. He'd been thrown into fights due to what he'd said on more than one occasion, and it paid to keep newcomers in his line of sight until their general reaction was pinned down.