to the right of that puff there (OPEN)

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Thunder rumbled around him, even though it was the middle of a very bright, sunny day without a cloud in sight. That was just something to get used to in Jupiter’s temple. In fact, August had come to not even notice it at times. After all, he was certainly here enough. Though his services here weren’t required at the moment, he came anyway. Sometimes it was for more honorable reasons like wanting to actually look more into this whole deal with what they were being sent after or what sort of threat the camp was under. Other days it was merely to remind himself that he was important and had a purpose here. The latter being slightly more the case today.

Though anyone could confidently say that August Mitchell had an ego to rival the size of Mount Olympus, there were times he felt the need to boost it. Mostly because it was only in the last ten years that it had existed at all. He didn’t dwell on that, though. Some things in the past needed to stay there. And stay there they would. Because here at Camp Jupiter, he wasn’t sitting on the sidelines being a good boy. He was up in the light, either imparting what he considered his great insights and wisdom, or questioning the wisdom of others. Such freedom.

August took a deep breath and looked up at the mildly unnerving statue of the king of the gods. The guy looked like he was ready to pulverize anyone who looked at him funny, with the enormous lightning bolt and the glaring eyes staring down like ‘Hey, hold still while I make you a sooty crater, ok?’ But August was fairly certain he was safe. After all, he’d been coming here to dish out his animal stuffing words of wisdom for years and the most the big stone guy had ever done was watch him and thunder a bit. So he took that as a good sign he was in the clear.

With all the theatrics that he liked to think made it more grand and mysterious, even if there was no audience that he was aware of, he lifted a small stuffed rabbit with a big yarn-stitched smile like it had no idea what was about to happen in one hand and his knife in the other, and looked up at the statue. “Gods of Olympus! I call upon your great powers and insight to help the people of Camp Jupiter to know your will and what you have planned for us! With this small offering, I pray you alert us to your deeper knowledge!” With that said, he laid the rabbit on the alter and promptly helped it out in the age old race to lose weight, the quick and blunt way.

The rabbit’s fluff puffed out of the split in its split stomach. August stood up straight and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as though this was some part of the deep divine communication going on. Then he started looking at the fluff from different angles like some kind of professional fluff-scientist, and picking at it here and there to inspect strands closer.

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Word Count: 532
Outfit: camp shirt, jeans, tennis shoes
Notes: Yeah, he might be marginally off his rocker…

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Felicity, enjoying solitude, was walking around and just happened to end up where the temples were. She didn't really know what to do here. She glanced at the temple half buried on its side. "I could always see if Dad is up for a chat." Felicity mumbled to herself before laughing. The last time she had tried contacting her dad she got involved at the wrong time and ended being attacked by flowers. She forgot that technically her dad was married and Proseerpina probably wasn't too happy whenever Felicity rang for her dad. Didn't she have a right though.

Felicitys ears heard thunder. She looked towards the most regal of the temples. The one dedicated to her uncle, Jupiter. Some uncle he is though. Felicity rolled her eyes. It was uncommon for thunder to be booming from the temple during this time of the day. She trudged up the hill and heard the sounds of her favorite weasel. August was dissecting a teddy bear again. What the gods did with stuffing, Felicity didn't know. However, hearing August exclaim his pray before stabbing the poor stuffed animal was hilarious. Felicitys laughter broke through the silence.

She clamped her hand over her mouth as fast as she could before taking a breath and walking towards August ray of vision. Technically it is unsafe for her to be in this Temple but I'm sure even Zeus had to enjoy the thoughts going through her head for the ways to petrify the skinny Apollo kid.

"Let me guess....that one was Made in China? Probably in a sweatshop full of underpaid workers." Felicity said with a smile as she walked closer towards August. "All that hard work only for the poor defenseless creature to be destroyed. Don't you have pride in their craft? After all, with your lineage..." Felicity concluded with a smirk. It was almost too easy to pull jabs at this kid. Oh wait, this "kid" was twenty. He could of fooled anyone.

Felicity looked at the disembodied rabbit. "Awe...Mr. Hoppers! Wasn't he your favorite? I thought that you kept him for when you were alone at night? Everyone needs a cuddle bunny. Felicity said with laughter following. A tiny stir of thunder erupted in the temple. Felicity just rolled her eyes. Fine, I get it you don't want me in your temple. Can't I just have a little fun O' Might Jupiter?" Felicity silently prayed as the thunder died down to a soft rumble.

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notes: sorry for short post...muse is drained

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This was one of those odd instances, most would think, where August wasn’t going for an audience. Normally, he liked people to know that he was doing things for the camp. Today, however, he preferred to be on his own. Which, naturally, meant that that was not going to happen. And it all started with laughter.

August grit his teeth and glanced over as none other than possibly his least favorite person in the entire camp strolled into his vision. Oh gods. Her? Now? Really? Did Jupiter hate him or something? The little plight against mankind just had to come for a visit. “Last I checked, Ghost Girl, no one requested your presence. Ever.” He made to ignore her, perfectly fine with being rude when it came to Felicity Weingarten. Actually, he usually didn’t mind being rude to anyone save for maybe all of about two people. And neither of them were here, so her hide was not saved. He took a deep breath and started examining the stuffing for different signs that he’d gotten to understand over his years doing this. Odd as the whole looking in stuffing for signs from the gods probably sounded. This was his life and this was what he was used to, and to him it was perfectly normal.

But naturally, it wasn’t going to work like that. Or more like, August didn’t have the patience at the moment to tune her out. He threw her a glare as she came closer. “What should I care? First of all, China was never a hub of Western Civilization, so my father never held any influence there. And I have no reason to be personally proud of them for working a sewing machine. Second, unless you would rather I stopped seeking prophetic messages from the gods and leave you all to flail in the dark with no knowledge on what you might be facing, I suggest you shut up.”

He looked back to the stuffing at hand, but his thoughts were too angry and scrambled to make sense of it without concentrating. And so long as Felicity was there, he likely wasn’t going to concentrate. Even if she listened to him and didn’t say anything else, he’d still be distracted by being angry at her very presence there. That was just sort of how it worked. There were some people, Felicity being a prime example, who just frustrated August beyond belief without even needing to do anything. So when she did keep talking, he carefully stepped back from the altar so as not to disturb anything and rounded on her. Though it seemed Jupiter answered for him. He glanced up at the very angry looking statue and smirked a little. Yes, he couldn’t agree more, go ahead and tell off the little emo runt. His smirk remained in place as he looked back to her. “Don’t you worry your little empty head over these stuffed animals. Or perhaps I should investigate your case, ghostie, and see if maybe you have anything to contribute to the cause.” He had no idea, of course, if she actually did have a stuffed animal or not. And really, threatening a centurion was probably not the wisest of ideas, but he was annoyed. He could always argue his case that she was interrupting his important work if anyone tried to get him in trouble, right?

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Word Count: 564

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Felicity smirked at August statement, then at his obvious intention to ignore here. "Awe, you made me a nick-name. I should make one for you too. Let's see. Circus act, Toy 'R Us destroyer. Oh I know! Unlovable animal killer. Though that's a bit long." Felicity said as she went back to thinking of a good, bad, nickname for her. There had to be something. Beanie baby murderer, oh that was good. Then she could call him BBM for short, though wasn't that short for a cellphone messaging thing. Blackberry messenger? Oh well, the name would work. "Beanie Baby Murderer, or BBM for short. That's good. Also what are you taking about. Everyone loves having me around." Felicity said that last sentence loaded with sarcasm. They both knew that that wasn't true. Besides, it was August. She enjoyed picking fun on him. It was probably his demeanor or his unannounced hatred to her that just made it so easy, not to mention funny at the same time.

Felicity gave a horrid look to August. Sure, just because western civilization never hit China doesn't mean you need to talk down to such people. She knew August was a pain in the bottom and held no conscious to people, but still. Sometimes she wish she could summon up someone to put him into a potato back with stones and drop him into the little Tiber. Gods, she would pay for that.

August flaunted his status as Augur so much he needed someone to slap upside his blonde head. Oh no, she interrupted a reading and now doom and destruction is going to hit camp. Yeah right, she hasn't heard a decent prophecy from the weasel since her first day of camp. He minus well be reading pigeon poop for all the good it does it. "Oh, I'm so sorry August. However will I repay you for the mistake of disturbing your reading." Felicity stated with sarcasm and a smirk. "Please BBM, once you start making decent readings I'll leave you alone. Some people are upset that you never predicted my...um, accident." Felicity said. She had heard some people mumble about it after wards, but now it had all died out. Though she felt a twinge of happiness that some people were a little upset of the Augur for it. Besides, if you can't predict the bad, how on Earth was he suppose to help?

Felicity sighed as August went back to work, although she could see hatred spread like butter all over his face. Gods he was so freaking easy! She watched him smirk at the thunder which Felicity only acknowledge with an eye roll. Then he mocked her intelligence. She gave him a fiery death glare. " MY empty little head? Mine? Please August, all you do is sit here tearing open kid toys and claim to make sense of them. And don't you even think of getting my stuffed animal unless you want to deal with Pluto himself. That hellhound stuffy was the only gift from my dad that i received after I was claimed. I bet the only recognition you got from Apollo was given this lame job. Oh wow, I'm an Augur hooray watch me destroy toys! Spare me! Your the stupid Edward Cullen of this camp. Your just a whiny sparkling little over aged fairy." Felicity exclaimed with black fire burning in her eyes. She tried to control her breathing, as she was taught to do whenever she lost control, to avoid another power surge. Though in her opinion the little twerp deserved to be destroyed by lares. She doubted Jupiter would be happy with the dead roaming his Temple. Frankly she didn't care. Sure, Jupiter might zap her with lightning but then Pluto wouldn't be too happy with his brother. Felicity ignored the growing thunder in the room.

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notes: Wow, wasn't expecting mad Felicity but...the muse struck me.

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Why? Gods, why? August threw a quick glare at the statue of Jupiter like it was personally responsible for this. Before he looked back to the annoying little brat next to him. Every word out of her mouth made him more and more irritated. “How about ‘Felicity’s Murder Case Suspect’?” He rolled his eyes at her final nickname and couldn’t help but speak up on the issue. “For your information, Beanie Babies are utterly useless. Not only are they overpriced, but you can’t read auguries from little plastic pellets. Not that I expect you to understand the refined art that is prophecy.” Sure, that probably only made it easier to taunt him, but still. He hated inaccuracies, and that was certainly one of them. Actually, he had the strong belief that her very existence was an unfortunate curse upon humanity. Or demigodity. Whatever. “And call me any of those ridiculous names and the stuffed animals will not be the only ones who need to worry about my knife.”

He ignored her glare of doom, which was both easy (she was Felicity and hardly worth the trouble in his opinion) and hard (she was standing right there after all and being very verbal). He looked up when she let loose a snarky comment, even though he had to admit it was odd she was odd she actually used his real name. Oh, wait, never mind. He turned in her. “I have been making true auguries for years. You’re the blind one. And just because I happened not to foretell your massive bloodbath is not my fault. Perhaps people should turn their hurt feelings towards the one who caused it. I don’t do this every single day. I can’t be expected to catch everything, ignorant brat.”

He went back to what he’d been attempting to do until he set his knife down before he was tempted to use it on her. No sense in dirtying a perfectly good sacrificing knife. And something snapped. Those years of wincing under the blows of whatever his mother had at hand when she got mad, or just the knowledge that she would perpetually hate him. And the silence on his father’s side. He sometimes used to wonder if his dad even cared. Felicity didn’t know what she was talking about. She had a tangible gift, well good for her. What he had was this gift for reading cotton stuffing, and well, nowadays he considered it quite the gift indeed. At least his dad wanted him to help people. Felicity’s just gave her a kid’s toy.

“Shut up! You think you’re so wonderful. You just proved it yourself that you’re not. You got a stuffed toy from dear old dad? What are you, five? How about something useful that can help other people? A gift at seeing the future, a bow to fight. That’s what this place needs. What good does your stupid little toy do? Nothing! Oh, I’m sorry, you help the camp by keeping its forces thinned at times of disaster! Apollo be praised, he knows how to actually do something good for his kids and for others. But hey, I’ll call you up with I need masses killed off.” He glanced up as thunder rolled. He knew it was dangerous to suggest any one god was better than the others. Especially in Jupiter’s temple. And arguing with Felicity, who he knew had the ability to summon an army and send him to meet her dad any moment. Not so good. But he was beyond caring. This was no longer a matter of his own pride, but of his dad’s. And he was not about to let that one settle without a fight.

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Word Count: 619
Notes: I can hear the "fight, fight, fight" chanting already...

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Felicity raised an eyebrow. How did that nickname even make sense? Murder case suspect? It wasn't a murder, it was an accident! Even the official report stated that. Now he was just being a jerk about it. She rolled her eyes. "First, that is too long to be a proper nickname. Second, it wasn't a murder." Felicity replied sharply. When August started on his rant about Beanie Baby and their prices and pellets Felicity couldn't help but audibly sigh in annoyance. Like, who cared? "Why would anyone but you be interested in the art, if you dare call it that, of augury." Felicity raised an eyebrow. So this kid actually was born with guts. Though, lets be honest, a knife wasn't going to do much harm against Felicity. She could always use her powers and gain such an upper hand, but they were in Jupiters temple, and that did not seem like a good idea. If they did fight she would have to reply on her newly resharpened sword that hung at her side, one which she was very well skilled in. "Oh wow, is that an actually threat I heard from you? Though, lets be honest. You don't even have a chance against me." Felicity said with a taunting tone and an evil smirk.

Felicity just stood there. Sticks and stones may broke your bones but words will never hurt you. She was used to all these taunts about that day, it was nothing new to her. Of course, August seem to think that it might cause her feel bad. "Again, it was an accident. And, maybe you should come here everyday. Who knows when my next "bloodbath" will be. It'd be sad if you couldn't predict that one. Cocky jerk." Felicity said with an annoying tone in her voice. Of course, she knew for a fact that there would never be another bloodbath. Thats why she doesn't tire herself to the that point ever again. Plus, she had also kept a lid on her powers the past year. It was only just recently that she started training in them again. She figured it was time to do that, also she was being harassed by her lare friends that she was being a depressed person by not practicing. She didn't want to let anyone down, yet she didn't want to kill anymore people. It was a very conflicting time for her.

Felicity eyes widened when August yelled. At first she didn't know what to do, she was stunned. She didn't know that the augur was capable of this reaction. However, as he continued to ramble on she felt her blood boil. All that over the stupid stuffed toy? Yeah, sure, it didn't have any fighting value but it was sentimental. She never actually met her dad, the toy just showed up one day when she complained about not having pets in the legion. Then for that little twerp to continue mentioning that horrible day to her. It kept her up still. She could hear the screams, feel the deaths. She remembered every face that fell that night. It wasn't intentionally and anyone who thought that obviously needed their thoughts restrung. Before Felicity knew what was happening she had her sword unsheathed and was starting towards August. Her eyes had the fires of hell burning in them.

"You think I enjoyed that day? You think I smiled that day? What right do you have to bring that up to me? What right do you have to be all high and mighty. You are replaceable. No one would grieve your death. I am replaceable, no one would grieve mine. I do not kill for fun. I seek sanctuary and try to make a new name for myself. You keep trying to blast me down. What right do you have to do that. You are less then a worm. Why anyone would ever seek you, or Gods forbid, love you, would be forever beyond me." Felicity stated harshly at the blonde augur. She was close to him. This would be the moment where she would either hit or be hit. Hitting him would only make his statements about her right. She didn't want to kill anyone. This kid just ticked her off. Instead of attacking him Felicity glanced at the pedestal. She swiped her sword over the stuffed animal and stuffing, causing a majority of it to fall to the floor. Felicity glared back at August. "Have fun reading that now, oh famous Augur." She said snidely.

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There were a lot of people that August didn’t like. There were a handful of people that August wanted to strangle. Felicity Weingarten was fairly high on the latter list. Along with lovely people here like Annaleigh Jordana, Jason Kyoto, or basically anyone with a personality that just rubbed him the wrong way. And Felicity had just the right personality and tendency to be a total pest that made him ticked off faster than the drop of a hat. He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t talking about your trick last year, princess. I was talking about how I’m going to murder you if you don’t go away.”

Why would anyone else be interesting in auguries? Wasn’t it obvious? At least to him, it was. He pursed his lips and gave her a look that would have killed if stares had that wonderful power. If only, if only. “Well, anyone who wants to know what the future has in store or the wishes of the gods might. But obviously, since you’re about as intelligent as a throw rug, I can understand why you wouldn’t appreciate the value in it.” Really, did she have to bother him so much with her stupidity? “Alert the press, Weingarten can discern a threat when it smacks her in the face. Hooray!” he said with as much sarcasm as humanly possible – or demigodly possible.

There it was, the taunt he was so used to, that he should have been able to warn the camp about the impending doom. He’d gotten so much heat for that, and frankly, it was something he couldn’t help. Auguries were sporadic really, and there was never the whole truth about anything in them. The gods seemed to like riddles, after all. Well, if you were immortal and lived for thousands of years, he supposed you had to get your entertainment from somewhere, and watching demigods squirm trying to sort something out might be worth something.

And then the sword came out. Did he ever mention he stunk at close-hand combat? He held his dagger out protectively for what it was worth and backed up, obviously petrified, and nearly stumbled into the altar he’d been ripping the stuffed animal apart on. He was not okay with people threatening him for real, especially not with sharp objects. And to be frank, he was sort of terrified for his safety right about now. While part of his brain actually managed to come up with a comeback, it was lost with her last statement. Gods forbid that anyone love him.

And he wasn’t in the temple anymore. He was backing away from a beautiful but angry woman with a rolling pin in one hand, held high just as Felicity was holding her sword somewhere back in reality, bearing down on him. “I hate you, you worthless little pest! Why did you even have to be born!? All you do is be a burden on me! I wish you’d just die!” And the rolling pin came down.

August shrank back even more and muttered under his breath for mercy, more out of shear reaction than actual thinking. No, at this point he definitely wasn’t thinking much at all. This was all nothing but fight or flight mode, and flight was looking more and more appealing. When he realized he was not about to be struck down, he glanced up just as a flutter of stuffing passed him. Any efforts to read it now were pointless. But at least it wasn’t his blood spattering on tile floor. He did his best to recover his wits, though he was still visibly shaken, and straightened up, jabbing his knife back into its sheath. “For all you know, that could have been a message that helped save this camp,” he said bitterly.

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Word Count: 632
Notes: major breakdown for little August

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August threatening to murder Felicity. Weird, at least in her opinion. Though, she was still trying to contain the anger from taking it the wrong way. She kept quiet, trying to keep her anger at bay. Though, why did this augur always tick her off? Maybe it was just the way she perceived the weasel. Who knew, however, ever since last summer her resentment to the jerk had increased ten fold. She felt the look of his, it was almost as scary as Felicitys when she was angry. She couldn't help but give him credit for that look, even if it was aimed at her. Felicity looked away from August, she might be a fearsome child of the big three but that look August gave could make anyones blood freeze.

"Please, I could figure out a threat before it smacked me in the face. I'm not an idiot August." Felicity said annoyed. Great, now her anger was being switched to annoyance. Either way it was still the stupid weasels fault. She hated being angry and annoyed.

Immediatly after she had started with the sword she regretted it. This was not the way to make a new image of oneself. She heard August, was he whimpering? No, he was saying a word. Mercy. She dropped her sword, studying the augur for a moment. He looked like a defenseless child. Why was Felicity doing this to him? What right did she have to be mean to someone? Besides, what did the augur even do to her? All he did was join in with the rest of the camp and hate her for the incident. Why did she just despise him more then the other people in camp?

Felicity picked up her sword and resheathed it. "Doubtful." Felicity said at his statement. The gods haven't sent any messages yet, why would they start now. Felicity bent down and started picking up the stuffing. "I know its just a word but, sorry. I lost my cool and said nasty stuff to you." Felicity said as she picked up the rest of the stuffing and stood up. She looked at the stuffing, then back at August. "Do you need this or do you want me to throw it away?" Felicity asked. She as being ncie because she hated that she caused August to be scared like that. She felt horrible, even if he was a weasel who killed stuffed animals he didn't deserve to be attacked by Felicity.

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notes: So short XD Sorry

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August raised his eyebrow. “Not an idiot? Then you must be a good actress then because you certainly had me fooled all this time. And could figure out a thread before it smacked you in the face, huh? Which is all the more funny because it very nearly did and you still missed it. So far your track record is impeccable.” He knew he was being unduly mean, but this was Felicity and he was August. They were doomed not to get along. And he was strangely okay with that. Then again, he didn’t get along with really much of anyone, and he was okay with that one too, so not that surprising.

And then came out the weapon. He backed up without even thinking about it, eyes only on the blade, even if they weren’t entirely focused on it. All he knew was that there was a significant chance he might not make it away unscathed. First of all, hadn’t Felicity herself said that he was replaceable? Which he didn’t believe to be true, but if she thought so, then that could certainly influence actions. Then there was the fact that she was wielding a sword at him, which was usually taken as aggression. And him with his poor short range skills really stood no chance at all. When he looked back on the brief moment he was at the edge of a blade, he didn’t remember any of the actual event, besides that it happened. But in the moment, it was a horror story unfolding. When he snapped out of it and noticed what was going on again, her sword was on the ground from some unknown incident and she was staring at him like he was some strange specimen. Oh crap. He’d made a fool out of himself.

He stayed where he was until she picked up her sword and he straightened up as well, immediately putting back on the cold face he usually wore. Though, when she apologized, he stopped short. No, that wasn’t how it worked. Why was she apologizing? They hated each other. Not this being nice rubbish. But still, he felt like he had to say something. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve given you plenty of reason to hate my guts, so who can fault you when you do.” After a pause, he added, quieter, “I should be sorry.” After all, perhaps it wasn’t really her fault that she lost control of her powers last summer. Wasn’t that the definition of accident anyway? Perhaps she needed more credibility than he gave her. He made a mental note not to go quite so hard on her in the future. When she offered the stuffing, he sighed. These sacrifices weren’t getting them anywhere and he knew it just as well as anyone. “Just throw it away. Can’t be read anymore anyway.” That was assuming it would have had something to say. He tried to stay optimistic on that part, but oftentimes it was for nothing.

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Word Count: 499
Notes: also short, so no worries! lol