Down time (mors)

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There were a few things that she didn’t quite understand, Charlie didn’t know what was going on exactly but she wasn’t sure that she could quite put her finger on it. Her best friend was so far in denial Egypt was suing her for citizenship. But she was happy. Charlie always swore up and down that she would have died as the crazy hell hound lady of New Rome, yelling at little legacies to get off her lawn. No now she was with someone. He was an amazing man, he was well educated and seemed to share her love of crazy and sometimes vicious pastimes. It was also nice that her love of sharp and pointy object and her particular glee of decapitations didn’t get her pushed off to the side or written off as crazy, again. Yeah she still had it out for that goof off Zidane. But she didn’t care much. She would put up with that stupid anger management class for as long as possible then skive it off. He didn’t care if she was a woman and a daughter of mars. He also didn’t seem to care that she was what other people called a warmonger or crazy. He was a god, and an older one at that. He was smart, educated, and classy, totally not who she would see herself with. She always dreamed about being with a soldier, but Mors was much more than that. Anyone else would have been terrified of death. Not her. She embraced it.

Charlie put her hair in a braid before putting on a simple tank top and pair of shorts before slipping into a pair of flipflops and heading out into the camp. She walked down the road, her mind wandering. Her cohort was probably starting to think that she was going absolutely crazy. They actually had a week night off before war games on the weekend. Being in First Cohort meant that there were certain sacrifices that had to be made. You had to be the best and nothing less than the best would suffice, nothing less would be tolerated. No she wanted to give everyone a break. She wanted to think about a few things as she passed Terminus’s inspection as she entered into New Rome. After purchasing a few pieces of fruit and some bread and cheese and a bottle of grape juice before sitting down beside the lake. It was a nice day and it was a beautiful sky and she could tell that the gods had really put a lot of work into this beautiful day. The breeze gently lifted the few tendrils that had escaped her braid it was cool and refreshing. She sat down under a tree and dipped her toes into the cooling water of the lake. Around her there were other people that had gathered with their families. She watched a cute little girl with pig tails bounce around the lake with a rubber inflatable duck around her midsection. Charlie noted that she played with the water like her friend Clare did. The little girl was probably a legacy of Neptune, it also looked like she would be a few years before she would start to serve in the legion.

She hummed to herself quietly as she broke off a piece of cheese and put it atop the bread. She almost wished she knew a Vulcan kid that wasn’t that annoying Simmons boy. Toast with cheese on it would be so tasty right about now. But the cheese on bread was just as good if not better. It was a nice snack to sit and relax, watching families play with the young children. This was the reason why Charlie fought. She didn’t want to see these families in danger and she wanted to have a place for her children to grow up if she ever had kids. Maybe one day, she would talk to Mors about it but not now, not while she was still in the legion. It was always Gods, New Rome, Legion, that’s what she was always taught. The gods before all else needed to be served. Charlie had gone to the temple of Mors earlier this morning and made an offering to him. She had sent him a Sephiroth doll that looked a lot like him. She thought that Mors would at least get a kick out of the wings and sword. He had an amazing scythe and how beautiful it was. Charlie was the only person she knew of that loved a man for the massive weapon that he carried. She hoped to see him, but as of late, her father had been making his job more than a little unbearable. Twice she had been turned into a coyote because of her dad. She didn’t care, she really cared for Mors and wished nothing but the best for him. She sighed, Charlie started to hum a quiet song as she happily splashed her feet in the water.

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How does one start a good day when you are the deliverer of death himself? The Grimm reaper. Simple, you receive a gift from some you care deeply about. He allowed one of his rare smiles upon retrieving the gift, such a strange little thing. A small cloth doll which resembled him a bit, however was named Sephiroth. He would need to research whatever this character was supposed to be. He dropped it though a shadow and into his home, on his desk in the library. Seemed to be the most appropriate place, and somewhere Charlie might actually see it. She seemed to enjoy his book collection, and the comic collection he often hid from people. It simply felt strange to him, to be someone who enjoyed comic books. Didn't feel it fit his image he supposed, and for a god image mattered quite a bit. Perhaps not with the people he liked, such as his family, Mercury, and Charlie. Even if he attempted to try and hide anything from Mercury the man had a way of finding out anything he wished to know. He was perhaps the first to find out about Mors comic book collection, and not by choice either.

The shadows where his to control, as was the barrier between this world and the next. Granting his messengers the ability to escort souls through that barrier, and to their place in the underworld, he allowed himself a bit of time. As of late the god of war, Mars, had been causing him trouble. It was purposeful, he knew it and had been told so. After all he found out Mors was dating his daughter. A was of keeping his girl safe he supposed, it always made Mors a bit happy to see gods take an interest in the lives of their children. Even if that interest involved a great amount of work on his end, many mortal lives lost, and one of the prettiest girls he had seen turned into a coyote. Mars was not a believer of keeping his opinion to himself after all, and certainly not above changing his daughter into an animal.

Not quite stepping out of the shadows yet, he traced his way to Charlies side. Standing behind her, continuing to keep his presence hidden from all, he slipped his hand into his pocket. Long fingers coiled around a thin metal chain, pulling a necklace from his pocket. The green gem pendent wrapped in silver wire, which curved and coiled around it into a curved pointed shape. He was not confident in his ability to choose gifts for anyone, in particular Charlie. She was unlike any female he had ever known, but he hoped she would like this gift. Kneeling behind her he brought the necklace around her neck fastening the clip before letting it fall against her, pulling his cloak of shadows off of it so it shone in the sun. "Greetings." he said softly as he allowed himself to be seen, fading slowly out of the shadows. "Have you given yourself a chance to relax?" he said with a hint of laughter to his voice most would not notice. They had that trait in common, working too much and too long on the things they considered their responsibility. Though he believed he was doing a decent job working time in for those he cared about.

OOC: The Necklace

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There once was a time when things were much more simple. Charlie was worried about her friend, Felicity. She had gone off the deep end, around the bend and Charlie was pretty sure the Asylum was looking for it's latest escapee resident. She and Felicity used to get along regularly, they had been best friends at one point, but now it was like she didn't even know the daughter of Pluto any more. She had brought her worries to her brother, Remus, the Praetor, and Felicity's Boyfriend. Then there was even stranger things happening around camp, it was tension. That was the best way to describe how she was starting to think this place was. The only thing she could compare the feeling to was that of riding to the top of a huge hill on a roller coaster, waiting for the drop that would never come. After all of the thinking and stressing, and even yes, the training, was starting to get to her. She needed relaxation, time to herself so she wasn't ready to kill someone at a moment's notice. With tensions running super high, something was going to happen. Charlie didn't know how soon it was going to happen, but every one could feel it. She would be ready to fight it. People asked why she fought for the gods so hard, she knew deep in her heart, that it wasn't really the gods that she was defending. It was the families, the children, the innocent people who lived here in New Rome. They all deserved the chance to live, to grow, to have things that she was never able to have.

As she sat there, watching the people and eating a snack, she felt a tugging sensation around her neck. Immediately, her hand went to her side, where her sword or knife usually would have been. There was nothing there, as she remembered that she was in New Rome. It was a no weapons fly zone. When she didn't see anyone at first, she chalked it up to one of those annoying Mercury kids trying to play a prank on her. Charlie would make sure if they were in the legion, they would pay for messing with her if she had any say what so ever. If not, she would make sure that they would pay by going to Remus. If Charlie was the hard ass from the First Cohort, then she would shudder to think what sort of nicknames that Remus got. She frowned slightly as she thought about her brother and Felicity, she supported them. If that was what they wanted then that was great, but why was it such a problem for her to see a god? She knew exactly what she was getting into, or at least she had a good notion of what she was getting into. Besides, Mors, he wasn't like most gods.

Speaking of the god of death, he shimmered into existence and Charlie touched around her neck. She figured that it was Mors, touching around her neck in his mysterious ways. She looked at the necklace, glancing up at his face with a smile. She was always happy to see him. It was nice when he got some time off doing paperwork that her father had so graciously drowned the poor immortal in. But as he was a god and they were dating, Charlie was still never sure of how to address him or how to show him affection. She wasn't even sure what sort of gifts to get him. There were a few things that she had found out that he liked, but even if she got him a few things that he did like, over and over again, it would probably become old after time. “Greetings, dear death.” She said turning her head to the side as she smiled at him. She knew that he hadn't come for her yet. But if the time ever did come that he would be there to retrieve her soul, Charlie knew that she would welcome him with open arms. Death was the next greatest adventure. And here he stood, beside her, shimmering into existence like he was a dream. “I do hope my father isn't working you too hard.” She smiled as she looked at the green necklace. “and thank you, the necklace is beautiful. I will wear it always.” She said, gently touching it with her finger tips. “Yes, I've been taking more time to myself. I fear I will need it more when the need for training becomes greater. And how do I find you this wonderful day?”