Right on Target (Jason)

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August needed to blow off some steam. So much had been happening lately, between Felicity being Felicity and his discussion with Maddi and also his new friendship – no, not friendship. He was officially dating! – with Charlie-Mack. All in all, it was a bit out of his comfort zone. Like four miles out. But all the same, it was nice to have something to fall back on. For two hours today already he’d worked on his new goal of learning to play “Flight of the Bumblebee” on his violin. It was not a simply piece, that was for sure, and his fingers hurt for the effort. But it was a good kind of hurt. The kind that showed a job well done. Or at least a job taken seriously. He flexed his fingers as he headed to the other place that felt like home. The archery range. Good to get a little training in as well.

Unfortunately, the place was not deserted. The second cohort was having training here at the moment. Thankfully his had half the day off. Score one for not being in one of the top two, and for having centurions who weren’t so motivated. So he picked one of the few remaining training bows and quivers, and went to an abandoned target at the very edge of the range, as far away from the training group as he could. He’d much prefer it if there was no one, but it was what it was.

He imagined the target was a compilation of all the issues and confusion he’d been having lately and nocked and arrow. The only thing he had to do was utterly destroy it. Or rather, get as close to the center as possible as many times as possible, which usually wasn’t much of an issue for the son of Apollo. He drew the bow back and his fingers protested vehemently at the draw weight and the thin string pulling against sore muscles. This was going to be an interesting practice session. Well, no different than a day of real on the field fighting. Fatigue happened, and the best way to live was to fight through it. So just to push himself further, he held the recurve at full draw for as long as he could before letting the arrow fly. With a satisfying thunk the arrow sank into the target, just a hair off the center circle. Ah well, he needed a bit of warm up. So he nocked another one and glanced over at the group training as one younger camper started complaining that they were having trouble. Ugh, some people needed to learn what it meant to be Roman. He looked back to his target, drew the arrow back, and fired. Right on mark.

Tag: Jason
Word Count: 462
Notes: bro thread 2.0!

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Jason was in charge of training the cohort today. Yay for him. He would much prefer hanging out in the infirmary and treating wounded or, even better, hanging out with Clare. Honestly, why was he a centurion? Okay, he did get along with the group, he did train hard, he is a good fighter, he does have plenty of experience and he did have a sense of leadership around him. But lately Jason didn't want to be out in the heat yelling at the underlings to run faster or correct their fighting stance. No, he would much prefer the sanitized aroma of the infirmary. Jason really was a weird kid.

As he stood watch over the cohort he noticed a certain platinum blonde person walk over towards the archery field. You would have to be an idiot, or a new camper, to not know who he was. That platinum blonde was the augur. However, Jason didn't even know his name and they were suppose to be half brothers on the fatherly side. Yep, Jason was related to the annoying augur, well from Jason heard the augur was annoying. In all honesty Jason kinda wanted to get to know this individual more, maybe he had a great personality? They were brothers so it wasn't like August was going to be a total loser right? Apollo kids were anything but losers. "Okay, thirty minute break. Grab a snack, use the restroom, whatever. I want you all back within those thirty minutes, no exceptions! None of you are injured so don't even try to sneak out of training by going to the infirmary." Jason yelled. that was something he really hated about some campers, mainly in the lower cohorts. Whenever it was break time the campers would wobble into the infirmary claiming that they sprained an ankle or something, when in reality nothing was wrong. If Jason caught anyone from his cohort doing that he would personally punish them.

As the members of the cohort walked off in various directions , though some stayed, Jason decided to walk towards the archery range. Jason walked over as silently as he could and saw the strained pull of the first shot. He raised an eyebrow as it went off center, that was rare of an Apollo kid, but hey, everyone has their bad days. Jasons concentration on the augur had been bothered when he overheard a complaint from one of the younger people in his cohort. Seemed as though some had decided to continue training during the break. As Jason was about to go and help the kid out he saw one of the older campers go over and help him, Gwen maybe, who knows one of the gorgeous girls in his cohort. He glanced back at the target and the augur, apparently he had fired a second time, this time the arrow found its familiar center.

Jason smirked as he walked closer inside the archery range and made his presence known with a clearing of his throat. "Nice shot augur. As expected of a son of Apollo of course. So, tell me, I know you're the augur, but what's your name?" Jason asked with one of his celebrity smiles.

outfit: sweaty camp stuff
words: 572
notes: Haha he doesn't even know his name

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August preferred the archery range over just about anything in this place. Well, minus the temple of Jupiter, which might have just a play at feeling important and useful, or his barrack, with the stipulation that it be empty, where his violin was. That was about it. To say that August was antisocial was an understatement to be sure. August never was social, and that was okay by him. Anywhere that didn’t have throngs of people, like, say, the training grounds always did, or the mess hall perhaps. Those were the places August usually tried to avoid. Which brought him where he was now. The very corner of an otherwise not heavily populated archery course.

The first shot was a miss. And way too far off for his standards. He frowned at the target as though it had insulted him and nocked another arrow. Warm up, that was all it was. Blame it on warm up. So he pulled the second arrow back, aimed, and let it fly. Much better. One that he was much more willing to claim as his own. August was very particular about who and what he associated with. And that what did indeed extend to his own worksmanship.

And the who was walking up to him right now. Jason…. Kyoto? That sounded about right. Centurion of the second cohort, overall flirty jerk, best healer in the infirmary, and overall regular jerk. Wonderful. Oh, and there was the small token that they were half-brothers. Details. He tended not to bother much with learning about his family here and he usually figured them to be as dim-witted and annoying as the rest of the camp. He could and had been proven wrong before though. Not on family, but Charlie counted for something right? He tried not to roll his eyes at the newcomer. He had to give people chances more often, which wasn’t like him, but it was generally frowned on to do the opposite. Besides, this was his brother. How horrible could he be. Time to find out.

He lowered his bow but still nocked an arrow. He wasn’t sure if he should take the greeting as honest or as poking fun at him. So he started with ignoring it and fired a third arrow, landing it right next to the second. Good, good. Finally, he looked to the other boy. “Well done on that much, I suppose. I have met those who didn’t even know the role I served here.” In all honesty, he was grateful it was not one of those cases. Talk about a hit to the pride. His art, that was to say, auguries, was his pride and joy here. It was his life. It was his ticket to not being a nobody. He sighed. “August. August Mitchell. And no need to ask your name. Jason Kyoto, our humble local master of the healing arts. Would I be correct?” He still wasn’t sure if this Jason guy was someone he particularly wanted to talk to or not, but back to the idea of giving fair chances.

Tag: Jason
Word Count: 514
Notes: distracted, so sorry if it’s bad

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As the third arrow flew from the augurs bow Jason crossed his arms. Was he being ignored? This was a first for him. He glanced at the target, good shot, as expected of a son of Apollo. Finally, Jason got a response and decided to uncross his arms. Though, he had to raise an eyebrow. Some people didn't know what role the platinum blonde haired kid played? Were the all idiots? That augur was by far one of the most important people at this camp. Heck, Jason would probably put them above the praetors at times. No, he was not being biased because both the augur and him were brothers, it was just his personal opinion. He was still entitled to an opinion right? What was Romes rules on opinions? It was probably against people having their own individual opinion, too much room for free thinking and contrasting ideas, not very uniformed.


August? Like the month? That was an odd name choice, good name, but still an odd choice. Who wants to be named after a month? It's like being named Summer, or Autumn, not very original. Though, again, just one of Jasons opinions. Then again, Jason wasn't much of a creative name either but at least his name didn't sound like someone ran out of ideas and had to check out a calender for ideas. Jason smirked, so August knew who he was. Talk about a self esteem boost. "Yes you would. Though, I'm not sure I would call myself a master of the healing arts. Its just the trait I am better at out of all the ones Apollo gave us, well except you, you're the special one." Jason said in jest. It was true though, not every child of Apollo could be an augur, the ones who were picked were truly the special ones and deserved the best respect in camp.

"What is it like? To be an augur and see the future? It must be pretty cool!" Jason exclaimed, probably sounding like a very curious five year old. He was curious, heck who wouldn't be? He had always wanted to go and talk to August, well until now he referred to him as The Augur, and ask him about it. It was an interesting topic. To be able to see into the future and help so many people, that was better than any healing job! August sure was lucky in Jasons opinion.

outfit: sweaty camp stuff
words: 441
notes: >.< sorry its so short.

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Socialization. That was not part of his contract. Or rather, part of his DNA wiring or whatever. He didn’t know a lot about biology and really didn’t care to know to be honest. Though he had to admit he would give Jason a fighting chance instead of biting his head off right off the bat like he did with pretty much everyone else. Key point he learned from his childhood: people could generally not be trusted. But Jason was his brother, so he had to give him some credit for that. Hence why he only partially ignored him. After all, no one caught August in the middle of something without his consent. Especially not reading auguries but archery was pretty high up on that list too.

He got the name right. Well, that was good. It would be rather embarrassing to be totally wrong. Then again, August wasn’t known for his name remembering skills. He was known for, well, being a total jerk. Which was suiting enough considering he sort of was a jerk. He shrugged. “You basically run the infirmary around here from what I heard. As far as I see it, you are a master at the healing arts. Just take the compliment.” He had to admit though, being called special was a new one. People generally didn’t look up to him that much. It was, unfortunately, usually just like Felicity said. They argued with him about why he couldn’t give them better information, and they blamed him for information missed like last summer. He’d gotten a lot of heat for that one. But here was Jason. To his memory, had never given him grief about missing anything or being vague. The two had never spoken actually. And here he was, calling him the special one? It was… actually kind of flattering to hear.

And he seemed so excited about August’s job. Goodness, August couldn’t remember a time when he himself had been this excited about his work. It had certainly been a while. But the way Jason asked about it made August smile. Which was weird in itself, but hey. It was kind of refreshing, not being looked down upon. Maybe this Jason guy wasn’t so bad after all. “What’s it like. Good question. I guess it is pretty cool. Hard, but pretty cool. I mean, it’s a lot of detail, and the gods aren’t always clear on what they’re trying to say, but all the while, it’s kind of neat thinking of being the link between the gods and the camp. But it must be about the same for you. We all rely on you for keeping this place running. With sick and injured people all over, this camp wouldn’t run very well. So you’re just as needed if not more so than I am.” Which was really weird for August to admit, as usually he took honest praise where he could find it. Which was few and far between really. But in Jason’s case, he seemed to have merited something with all his hard work.

Tag: Jason
Word Count: 510
Notes: nah, it’s ok, mine was pretty short too

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Basically run the infirmary? Jason didn't think so, if that was true he wouldn't need Tessa to constantly check up on him or handle all the file sorting. Nah, Jason just did what he loved to do at camp. Since day one, okay day two, he was working in the infirmary. It just felt like a natural fit for him, almost as if it was a calling. Though, he wouldn't say he ran the infirmary. Okay, so maybe he practically did but he wouldn't be anywhere without the help of the other workers, especially Tessa. Then again, August did tell him to take the compliment, it would probably be best to do so. "Well, if you say so. After all, if the great augur says I'm a master of healing then it must be true." Cocky ego boost? Yeah, pretty much.

Jason didn't understand why everyone gave the augur such a hard time. So he had made a few mistakes in the past, who hasn't? True, his mistakes affect the entire camp but there was probably a reason and Jason figured if nothing was received then it was just suppose to happen. True, part of him had want to march up to the augur and yell at him last summer just because of all the people who had to be moved to the infirmary. Luckily Jason had beat that part down and just focused on his job.

No, the augur did not just say that Jasons work was just as important as an augurs. work. He shook his head. "Like you said, I just heal people. Without you we would have no idea what the gods wanted from us. We would all be running around like chickens with their heads cut off. No contact or direction from the gods, now that wouldn't be pretty. I'm just a simple medic, you're THE augur." Jason said in compliment. It was weird for him to be the handing out compliments and not receiving them. Jason had an entire fan base somewhere within camp probably and he was constantly receiving compliments which only made him more big headed. Now it was his chance to fanboy over something, that something, his half-brother the augur.

"What are the visions like? Is it as if you are actually there or is like a dream?" Jason couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. Besides, they never talked much before so there was no guarantee that would see each other much after this chat. Now was the time for Jason to get all those questions he has had for years out in the open.

outfit: sweaty camp stuff
words: 476
notes: compliments everywhere

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August studied Jason. Did he actually just say something nice about him without a hint of sarcasm? Well, that was… unnatural. At least, for the common person here. Maybe this Jason guy wasn’t so bad after all. He’d never given him any grief before, and now that they were officially meeting, he wasn’t being nasty about it now either. Considering how the events of last summer – something most people inexplicably blamed him for at least to some degree – had given Jason a lot of overtime, it was something of a surprise. A pleasant one. And life needed more pleasant surprises like that, so he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Though the next round of dialogue, pleasant as it was to hear, make him slightly question Jason’s sanity. “Don’t sell yourself short. You save lives. That’s a big deal. But… I appreciate the praise. It’s not often people have the mind to say anything like that.” He didn’t like making himself more vulnerable in front of someone he barely knew, but it was the truth. He was hated here. And he hated it here. His ten years were up, and the only reason he wasn’t gone in a flash was because he felt like this place gave him some sort of purpose. And he felt like he was needed. And outside this place, what did he have? A broken home that he refused to go back to. Possibly fame as the long lost runaway son, but he didn’t want that either. He just wanted to be away. No, maybe he didn’t want to be alone. But he couldn’t see himself with anyone, friend or otherwise. It had always just been him. So that was it then. Maybe he was still here because he was scared of what would come next. Of the unknown of it. He didn’t like the sound of that, so he quickly pushed that thought away and returned to the conversation at hand.

Visions? He frowned. What visions? Oh, the auguries. He actually smiled a little, though not in a mean way. “Oh, it doesn’t work like that. I have to read the entrails. Or, rather that was the old way. I still think of it that way sometimes. But the stuffing of the animals. I have to offer up a prayer, cut them open a certain way, and read how everything is sitting. I’ve never gotten a vision. That would be kind of interesting though, if I did. Might help more. You can only read so much in the stuffing. And it can sometimes be a little vague. I can show you sometime though.” After all, Jason was the first person to seem at all interested. So what if he was tooting his own horn a little bit. It was nice to not be the bad guy for once. And hey, they were brothers after all, so maybe there was hope of them getting along.

Tag: Jason
Word Count: 488
Notes: sorry it’s short! But yay bromance!

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Why wouldn't people want to praise the augur? "Well thats a shame, you really do deserve more respect than some of the people here give you. Actually, whenever I hear someone in my cohort, or even at the infirmary, say something bad about you and your auguries I pretty much give them a basic rant about how without you we would be blind as a bat when it came to stuff." Jason said. Okay, truthfully he used to hate some things about the auguries, mainly about how some stuff was missed. Yet, in the long run the augur and the aguries were needed. The camp needed them.

Jason listened intently as August explained how the auguries worked. Okay, so no cool visions of the future. A bit of a let down but still, it made sense that animal stuffing wouldn't throw August into a trance to see the future. Actually, now that Jasons imagination was shot down by the truth he realized just how stupid that seemed. If animal stuffing could throw people into a trance then there would be a lot of kids running around spewing nonsense. Unless it the stuffing only affected Apollo kids. Yes, the new drug nowadays for Apoll kids was animal stuffing. Because who doesn't like to be thrown into a trance. Jason obviously needed to get out more.

"Well, I can understand it being vague. Afterall, it is just stuffing. I would love for you to show me how because honestly, stuffing just looks like stuffing." Jason thought for a moment, remembering something from his childhood. "So if you went to build a bear would you be go overboard on stuffing reading? I mean, they have a big blowing machine full of stuffing. Or does it need to already be in an animal? Actually, that makes sense. Sorta like how the ancients would sacrifice animals to the gods. Wow, in the past few hundred years we have become more human. PETA would be proud." Jason said with a chuckle. Actually, he wasn't sure if PETA would be proud or not. Afterall, they wanted to sue nintendo for mario wearing fox ears. PETA was a bit insane, then again, a lot of things in the human world were insane. Jason liked the roman way of living better, now that he was accustomed to it.

outfit: sweaty camp stuff
words: 434
notes: Jason muse...I just don't know what happened XD sorry for the shortness

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August had someone standing up for him? The idea was… weird. He knew of only one person he got along with, and that was Charlie, and he still wasn’t sure how that one had happened. But Jason was standing up for him without even knowing him? It wasn’t supposed to work that way. Nothing worked that way. Not so far as August knew. “Thanks…” he muttered, not really sure what to say. Then it struck him that that was far from what he meant. He cleared his throat and decided to try again. “No really, thank you. Though I don’t fault them for saying bad stuff. I’m not the nicest of people. Not to many. You’re an exception.” Mostly because he was an exception in how he treated August. August usually judged people of off how they approached him. Those who ridiculed him or hated him, he hated right back. Those who didn’t bother talking to him, he ignored. Those, like Jason, who were nice to him, he could manage to be nice to. Seemed simple enough to him.

He would blame his wanting to be nice to Jason on it being family, but for him that wasn’t really reason to be nice at all. More reason to push someone away. But Jason didn’t seem so bad. And his curiosity about what August did was almost refreshing. It proved that not the whole world was as sadistic and self-centered as his mother or, for that matter, his view of a lot of campers here. Take, cough, Felicity Weingarten for instance. But best not to think of that little witch at the moment. No, that was it. Though he never in his life would admit to it, maybe the reason he was talking to Jason was because he was tired of being alone. Jason was not just a potential friend, but real family. Not that fake crap his mother had provided. Real family.

So he caught himself listening to Jason. Not just tolerating. Listening. Caring. To his brother. He even hazarded a smile, something so foreign on his face, it felt weird. “Well, then, next time you have some spare time, we can go see what the gods want.” Spending time with his brother. The idea was weird. But cool. Was that the right word for it? Whatever it was, he liked it. He even laughed at the idea of going overboard at build a bear. “No, has to be sacrificed. Interesting idea though. Sacrifice the whole store and we could get a five volume encyclopedia of that gods’ will.” Joking around was fun. He hoped Jason would hang out with him more often. This was actually a lot of fun. “I’m sure the sheep or whatever are pretty happy about it too,” he said with a laugh.

Tag: Jason
Word Count: 467
Notes: it’s ok, mine was pretty short too. But yay bro bonding!

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Jason grinned. An exception! He got to see the nicer side of August, which Jason thought was the only side of August but oh well. He was still pretty happy about this. Who wouldn't want to be friends and hang out with August? This really struck Jason as odd. So what if someone might not have the best personality in the bunch, getting to meet and befriend an augur is a rare thing. It's not like just anyone could do that. Seeing as how there weren't any augurs out in the real world. Therefore the people in the legion only had this one opportunity to speak to Apollos chosen boy. "Well I'm proud to be an exception. No idea how I got that but still, pretty proud about it." Jason said happily.

He spotted that smile on August face. Was that normal for him? It didn't seem so but Jason wasn't going to bring it up. Why should he ruin a moment? Besides Jason couldn't stop smiling it seemed. Especially when he mentioned the possibility of Jason having free time they can go and decipher fluff to figure out the Gods business. "Dude that would be awesome!" Jason exclaimed. Did he really just call August "Dude"? Yes, yes he did. Why not talk like a normal teenager once in awhile? Sure the legion had all their obsession with formality and being so perfect that it hurt. But, screw the obsession sometimes. They were all still humans, human teenagers who needed to let loose and just enjoy life every now and again.

He chuckled. "Yeah I don't think we would have to worry about the Gods will for a while then. We would just have to make sure to write everything down so we could look it up later." Jason said as he kept expanding the joke. Oh yeah, the sheep were probably baaing with happiness. Also who every had to clean up after the sacrifices were probably happy. No more blood splattered stone to be washed down. Nope, now they just had to deal with fluff. "Oh yes. I'm sure the are baaing with happiness to the Gods. 'Baa! Thanks for making stuffed animals. Baa!"" Jason stated with a laugh.

outfit: sweaty camp stuff
words: 423
notes: again I am so so so super sorry for th wait. >.< I'm horrible

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Jason seemed an unusual type. And August was kind of okay with that. It was nice to talk to someone normally for a change, and if that other person was his own brother, that sort of made it all the better, didn’t it? Besides, Jason seemed to have all the positive outlook that August really didn’t. They balanced each other out nicely. It made him wonder why he hadn’t spoken to Jason sooner than today. Oh yeah, he was supposed to be a jerk. Well, he was actually pretty happy to not be one for a little bit. This was kind of fun. He smiled. “I guess that is something. Though I’m not sure something to be proud of, but if you want to be. And besides, you got it because we’re siblings, right?” That and he needed someone on his side, so it worked out. Charlie was on his side, but she was so different from him sometimes that it got a little odd. And they hadn’t talked in a while.

The grin on Jason’s face and the excitement in his voice was almost catching. Though August decided he had no desire to and likely could not pull off the interesting terminology. He almost asked if Jason was serious. The idea that anyone was that interested was not normal at all. But he kind of liked it. He was proud of what he did and it did sometimes infuriate him that it was taken for granted or scorned. It was who he was. He smiled though. “Well then, it’s a deal. Next time your free, look me up, and we can see what the gods have to say. Hopefully it’s something interesting for you. Hate for it to come up empty your first shot. But don’t worry, there’s usually something,” he added in a bit of a hurry. He didn’t want Jason to think his job was too much of nothingness. Not when the guy was so excited about it. Really, it was making August a little more excited about it too, which was relatively new.

Sacrificing a whole store. The idea made him laugh. That would actually be rather fun to do. “There you go. See, you might be on to something. Now to just get the store manager approval to give up their entire stock. Details.”

[/color] He laughed again as Jason did an unexpected imitation of a happy sheep. Yes, he decided he did like Jason. All things going well, maybe the two of them could be good friends. That would be nice. “Exactly like that too.” He grinned. “So then, how goes the training?” He nodded over at the remainder of the group from Jason’s cohort. “If I’m in the way, let me know.”[/blockquote]


Tag: Jason
Word Count: 458
Notes: no worries!