Time is Relative[Jason]

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Normally the grass was so comfortable, the cool wind that ruffled the leaves would be just enough to keep the heat of the summer sun off her skin. Right now though, she didn't feel any of it. She felt numb. That idiot Felicity, if she had only....no. It was not right to blame another, this blood was on Rhiannon's hands and hers alone. She was foolish enough to think she was safe in the forest, foolish enough to think her place would not be stumbled upon. Staring up at the clouds as they passed over head she relived every moment of that fight. The incredibly small nip in her side, small compared to the devastating wounds she left on her opponent. Insignificant, considering the last blow she had dealt. Valerie Smyth, the centurion of second cohort. Not quite the challenge Rhiannon would have believed her to be. Perhaps the fighting she did with Remus was a blessing in disguise, along with the terribly intense training she forced on Josh before he left. She had trained herself to use a dagger in her off hand, which did an amazing job increasing the dexterity of that arm. She still preferred her shield, made of imperial gold with nice little designs on it. The blood was annoying to get off of it. Valerie's blood. Someone who she fought with in the last war. It was Rhiannon who had switched sides. Who had killed without shame, and left the body as a message for all to see. Second cohort would be in yet another shift of power. Unfortunate.

Sitting up Rhiannon took a good look around. Where was she anyway? How did she end up here? How long had it been since she killed? How long until they found the body? It shouldn't have been too long, she left it on the front steps of the Principia. Would they be in a frenzy? Rhiannon looked down at her hands, clean. Her legs. Clean. Not a trace of blood left on her or her things. The sun seemed to begin to sink low in the sky. Did she miss dinner? Probably. She'd find a way to get something to eat. If she could. She wasn't quite in the mood for eating. While in the process of doing everything she was thoughtful, precise, and left out all emotion. Now it was starting to catch up with her. Valerie hadn't been the one to attack. She was going to drag her to the Praetors. She wasn't going to kill her. Rhiannon was the start and finish of that fight. She didn't like it. She hated it. It hurt. It hurt so much, but she deadened the pain. The same way she always did, pushed it down until she couldn't feel anything anymore. No use crying, she had made her discussion, and had prepared to do whatever it takes to go through with this.

No more rumors to be spread, she had made it clear Saturn was back. It was a little added thing, carving Saturn’s symbol over the SPQR tattoo, so nothing would be mistaken. Perhaps people would speculate who's side Valerie was on, at least those who didn't know her. Was the sign carved to make known her allegiance? Or to show who had done her in? Either way meant Saturn was back, and that things were not going to get serious in the future. They were serious now. Rhiannon wouldn't have to go to training anymore, the rumors would all spread themselves. Though she supposed she might have to direct them a little bit still. Did she want to go to training tomorrow? Look her own centurion in the eyes? Sure. Might as well keep up with what she had been doing this entire time.

What emotion should she show when she supposedly first received the news? Shock? Fear? She might have to play that on off whenever the time came. For now she'd act like she never knew of it. Out here laying in the grass, without a care in the world. It was time to push the emotions away again. The ugly emotions that always threatened to rear their head, probably not only in her but in every emotionally constipated roman here. Hers were simply unjustified. She had no right to feel bad for what she did, only the right to be punished for it in the after life. Which she could not allow to happen, not until she got that relic to Saturn. Not until she was sure his rule was secure, and people weren't going to ever go to war like this again. Then she might just have to take a nice early vacation to the Fields of Punishment. Her blue eyes closed, as she took in a slow steady breath. Held it. Just a moment. Then released it through her mouth, before laying against the ground again.

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That body, the one of a friend he had for many years. A friend who just recently he was giving advice to. He saw it first, the outstretched bloody body laying upon the principia steps. For once the former medic had no idea what to do, but he knew already that she was dead. No breath, no movement. Valerie was gone. His former co-centurion was dead. He carried the body inside the principia and to one of the couches so that he could expect it more. Sure, he wasn't a mortician but there was something that was off. The mark over her SPQR tattoo, the mark of Saturn. Jason knew Valerie, he knew she would never switch sides. This was done intentionally by someone. But who? His first guess would have been that darn Weingarten brat but she was off on the quest. So who did it?

Once all the paper work and protocol was completed Jason decided he needed air. He needed to clear his head. Sure, he could always go and talk to Clare but surprisingly he didn't even want that. His bubbly girlfriend usually helped his mood but right now, he just wanted to be alone. To not be part of the legion, to not have this worry, to not have to plan out the funeral of a friend. Sure, there was a lot of that in the last war but that was different, it was a war. Then again, was this suppose to be the ignition of a war? Despite what Remus was telling Jason about how Felicity was promising to not let it result in war it seemed like she was failing. He grabbed a rock on the ground and threw it as far as he could in a release of built up anger and tension. This was too much for him. Yet he had to keep a clear head for the camp, that was his job as preator. Now he knew why Remus always seemed stressed out.

Jason eventually made his way to the field of mars. Another place that only gave him bad memories. The time training the second cohort with Valerie, sure he was also busy with the infirmary but they still found time to train together, a majority of the time they took shifts. He never expected her to die, not that way at least. It was unhonorable. She was being used as a martyr if anything else. He glanced up at examined the field to the war god. Dark curly hair caught his eye and he walked over. He took a deep breath. Maybe she was the right person to talk to, she also gave him sass and a hard time and maybe that was just what he needed. Someone to give him a hard time, to speak freaking reason to him so that he cant start thinking straight again and get out of this weird warped perception full of grief and anger. "Hey Rhia."

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Decapitation. There was no doubt that the body was dead the moment anyone saw it. She hoped it was not some young child, perhaps some older child of Apollo would get a weird little tingly feeling and decided to go that way. She wasn't sure how that worked exactly, but a whole ton of them had some kind of future prediction powers. Not up to par with the Augur, of course nothing like that, but something. Anyone who had at least been on the front lines of that war two years ago, at the very least. If some little fresh blood saw it, she didn't want that. Not in the slightest. However it might be good for them, to see it before anything else happened. To know the horrors of....was this even war yet? What was this? The first shot, the first kill. Done by her own hands. She severed the head from the body, stemmed the blood flow from the still heart, and let it loose again on the steps. She had no idea how much blood existed in a single human body, but if she remembered the last war correctly in anyway, there was quite a lot.

A familiar and unwanted voice came to her ears. Jason Kyoto. Sure he had opened up her eyes to her feelings for Josh, and had in a way helped the most important relationship in her live, but he was so annoying. She couldn't hate him though. He even made his way up to Praetor, another reason for her to disregard every word that came from his mouth. About most things anyway. She supposed she slightly respected him, his odd leadership of the infirmary had her getting treatment a lot more often that she normally would. Never by choice, but it happened. Glancing up she could see it on his face, in the worry lines and the posture he held, the minor things people often over look. He either knew about Valerie, or was having a bad day otherwise.

“They let you out of your cage? You and Robo-cop hardly leave. Thank the gods.” last time she picked on Jason in Remus' presence he was a bit defensive of his Co-Praetor. Probably for good reason, they were both pretty loyal to the camp kinds of guys. They both liked to pick on her, granted in different ways. She gave them just as much as they dished out if not more too. Right now though, if not for the fact she was pushing every emotion she had into an air tight vault, she'd feel bad. Jason and Valerie had been Centurions together, along with the normal training you do with people of your cohort. They had been together since the start, trained and fought together in the same cohort since they came to the legion. Unlike Rhiannon and the rest of her cohort, they probably talked, laughed, joked, and were actual allies. She had only recently started training with her cohort, so the people there were nothing that special. Everyone in camp was someone she had trained with, and probably shared a story with at some time in her eight years of service, and she felt a level of attachment to them all. She was certain everyone would one day talk of her betrayal and her uncaring attitude for everything. That was fine, let her be the bad guy. She didn't care, as long as the happy ending happened she didn't care what means she had to use for it.

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A slight half smirk crossed his face, not one with any feeling behind it, more of just doing the natural motion with the curvature on his lip. Honestly, it probably looked half assed, which lets be honest, it really was. Jason didn't feel like smirking, smiling, or talking really. But he could never not talk to Rhia, she was the little princess of camp that he picked on. Maybe bothering her would make him feel better today, doubtful. Too much funeral pyre planning had to be done for his long time friend and co-centurion.

"Yeah, I suppose. I just needed some air." Jason said with a slight shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal when in all honesty he wanted to just cry, so what if it wasn't manly. This was too much for him, his superb acting skills could only cover up so much, more than likely his act of deception was probably failing him. Jason had too much going through his head, fighting off too many feelings. Why couldn't he be more like Remus and show no emotion? Though, Jason knew Remus did indeed have emotion. Jason remembered how frantic the poor son of Mars was before the quest in regards to his girlfriend. Even the most emotionless people can show it. However, Jason really didn't want to show his.

He let out a long, deep sigh before examining the girl with the mess of brown hair. "What are you doing out here anyways? Shouldn't you be training?" Jason said with a bite in his voice, very unlike him. It shocked him slightly. Was he hiding his grief with anger? What was this? This was new to the happy Jason. Sure, he wasn't ever Ethan excited happy 24/7, but Jason did try to remain optimistic and give a smile to everyone.

Jason shook his head softly at himself before closing his eyes and raising his hand to the rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, I didn't mean to come off like that. Just too much going on right now." Jason said as he released another sigh and let his hand drop and opened his eyes again. He wasn't lying, there was a lot on his mind and weighing down on his shoulders. Depending on how this quest went would determine if there would be another war coming or not. However, Jason thought for sure with stupid Death Breath gone the camp would be somewhat in peace. He had no idea someone else, who could it even be? That someone else would stand besides the horrible titan and go as far as decapitate a fellow camper. Someone in a good position too. A daughter of Bellona. What happened was disgraceful. Jason could feel his blood boiling up again and this agitation fueling his anger again. He wanted nothing more than to take out a sword and give the killer a taste of their own medicine.

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She had to continue to act like she didn't know anything, had to pretend she hadn't just washed fresh blood from her hands. Pretend she hadn't left the body for all to find on the front steps of the Principia. She really hated hiding things. Lying. Deception. All of it was annoying but it was necessary to try and get Saturn to his full power, and take down the idiotic youthful generation of gods. She wished she could be like Felicity, out there showing her support without a care in the world. Not lying to a soul, not hiding anything. That wouldn't do any good though, there needed to be someone slowly and surely guiding as many people to Saturn as possible. She'd be ignored, or locked away if they knew who's side she was on. Then there would certainly be no help for the camp. Rhiannon wanted to keep as many people out of the entire thing as possible and focused more on their disassociation to the gods than siding with Saturn. Though she was more than willing to sing his praises when someone seemed interested. It was strange how happy she could get when talking about him. She really looked forward to his rule.

"If you're not in the mood to smile don't smile stupid. Just sit down, lay down, something. Breath the air, just not mine." He looked exhausted, but she wasn't about to bring that up. It might seem like she cared if she pointed that out right now, which she did care a bit. She'd never admit to it, and do everything she could to deny it. As per usual, the normal Rhiannon. Sarcastic, and throwing small insulting jabs at people. Normally it made people stop talking to her, or they talked to her out of spite and hatred like Remus did. She should strike up a conversation with him, she kinda felt like she deserved a good beating this time around. She'd get him really well riled up, it would be fine. "Ohhh, touchy." she said mockingly. "Hanging out with Stone too much? He asks me that same question every time he see's my mutt ugly face." she smirked, but it hardly had any of her normal mischievous feeling to it. She tried though, tried as best as someone who'd never faked emotions before could.

He seemed to realize he was off, which considering how he normally acted wasn't very hard to do. By now he normally was picking on her, getting her face as red as possible. It was something like a game for him. She supposed he might feel better if he played that game, but right now she wasn't sure she could give him the reactions that would entertain him. She had holed off her emotions, not to see the light of day anytime soon. They hardly ever did good anyway. "Don't worry about it, people have said and done worse than asking why I'm not training. Seriously, sit. Take a load off. Stare at the sky, stop thinking for five minutes." sometimes it was necessary to let your mind relax and just not think for a while. Rhiannon had been having an immense amount of trouble with that recently. Always trying to figure out what her next move needed to be, what Saturn needed from her, what she could do for the camp. All of it was constantly on her mind. Though Remus would never know how much she thought about other people, and she didn't want any one to know.

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Rhia was right, as much as he hated to admit that. In the past it was a common occurrence for him to work himself to the bone and fall asleep in his office located within the infirmary, but this type of exhaustion was different. He sat down on the grass and looked at the blue sky and the clouds. He even risked a glancing squint at the sun. His dad was driving the sun. Jason wondered if Apollo knew of what had happened at camp. Maybe his dad could even tell of the impact it had on his son. Sure, Jason wasn't the augur, he wasn't the golden child of the mix. But he still wondered if his dad cared every now and then.

He let out a sigh, this type of thinking was the cause of people turning against camp and joining Saturn. Something Jason would never do. No matter how many times Saturn entered his dreams and revealed his nightmares to him he still wouldn't join the blasted Titan. If Jason could he would send the stupid son of Gaia back to the depths of Tartarus. He glanced at the daughter of Trivia on her second remark. Then, he raised an eyebrow. To the untrained eye it would appear as that was a normal emotion before, but Jason had a trained eye. Years worth of training. She was faking it. Maybe she was having a bad day too.

He let out a soft sigh. "Yeah, I suppose. But its necessary for the two of us to work together nearly everyday. With everything happening around camp." He shook his head. "It seems as though one of Saturns damn followers have finally made a move against the camp. I'm prepared to just kill the freaking person if I lay eyes on them." Jason growled out. His emotions were bipolar at the moment, but that was to be expected.

There were many stages of grief. Anger, depression, denial, and others. Jason pretty much had the anger and depression nailed down, even if they were taking turns over who had control of the son of Apollo at the current moment. "I can't afford to not think for five minutes. Who knows what could happen in the next five minutes. Another camper could be found dead. A building could be destroyed, someone could break into the principia." Jason gritted his teeth. "I figured with death breath gone we wouldn't have any Saturn incidents to worry about." Jason added as he grabbed some of the grass and clenched his fist around it, tearing it from the Earth angrily.

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There it was. He knew. Her heart dropped for a moment, she wanted to laugh. She hadn't even thought her heart could drop lower than where it was. Proof she was wrong. Always wrong. She thought she would never lie to a person, thought that she would never be a traitor, thought so highly of her own morals. Yet here she was, doing whatever it took to make sure Saturn got into power. He was the one who deserved to be there. He wouldn't create hundreds of Demi-gods just to ignore them here in camp. He wouldn't let anyone else do it either. That's what she really liked about him as an immortal to be in charge of the heavens and earth. No war, nothing. It was going to be wonderful. Wonderful for everyone else, because she was fairly certain she wasn't going to live very long after his rule was secure. Positive, because she'd make sure of it herself. "Made a move? What other than him attacking people in dreams? What could weaklings like that do anyway?" she asked, her voice oddly without emotion. Normally she had annoyance, or anger, anything for those kinds of words. Not today, she had nothing left for emotions.

He was obviously angry, probably furious considering the way his rage boiled out from under his words. He was prepared to kill? That was a bit funny, again she wanted to laugh. Though she was fairly sure nothing in the world could bring her to do that at this moment. Not with the heavy lid tightened down on her feelings. Ironic he was talking to her, the murderer, right here and now. Laying near her. "Dead?" she said sitting up to look over at Jason, her eyes staring at him. Perhaps through him, she wasn't sure. She didn't even know if she could pull this off right now. "Who? What? When? Where? How?" she shook her head before leaning away. Jason was better at reading her than she liked, she had to remember that. He had been the one to realize her feelings for Josh, he was the one to tease her and get emotions to raise that didn't normally. She supposed he was almost like a friend. She let her head lull in her arms, her curly hair tumbling over her face covering it. "I don't understand...how it's even come to this." her voice cracked slightly, that was real. She hated it, hated the emotion that caused her voice to do that. Evil spiteful things. She pushed it back down taking a slow deep breath hoping he wouldn't hear her.

He was so very angry, the passive happy Jason was this angry because of her. Another emotion to be locked away, deep in her chest. She wondered if she should say something, do something. How was she supposed to react tot he death of someone else right now? In the war it was easy, move on with your life. She didn't have people she specifically cared about other than Josh and Inek, but now there was a few more people on her list. Nowhere near how she felt about her boyfriend and best friend, but she did start to like them. Charlie came to mind, though she didn't spend much time with the daughter of Mars, she got along much better than she did with Remus. The two of them got into a fight every time they saw each other. It was inevitable, and just encoded in their personalities. He'd be more than willing to remove Rhiannon's head the way she had done to Valerie, and with the way things were going, it looked like Jason would do the same. The conclusion she drew was obvious, Charlie would undoubtedly kill her like everyone else.

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He continued to stare angrily in the green landscape of the grass. He knew first hand of the experiences of Saturn in his dreams. More than once had the arrogant titan invaded him sleep and caused him to spend the next few nights feigning sleep in fear of his return. He always knew exactly what to cast in them. The deepest fear you might have. For Jason, that was losing Ethan or Clare. Really stupid fears for a demigod to have but whatever, Jason was not pleased by the way Saturn threatened him with them. But that wasn't the only thing Saturn had done. He was also recruiting, everyone with a brain knew that. Clare had almost been recruited. Felicity made it all to obvious to the world that she was following the titan blindly. Sure, people might call those moves already but this time, it was different. The previous encounters held no harm, it was just choice. Playing with the emotions of mortals, not destroying them, ending their life prematurely. No, this death was the first move in the delicate game that Jason was viewing, one that he and Remus would have to work meticulously in order to gain the win.

He ignored the questions coming from the girl near him. A report would be made soon enough and announced. Jason didn't feel like verbally talking about the subject in much detail anyways. She can find out on her time. Jason needed time to grieve and think about his fallen comrade. He stood up and walked over to the nearest tree. He should have found the traitor earlier, they knew there had to be someone within camp helping Saturn, but everyone assumed it was Weingarten and that Remus had her on a tight enough leash. They should have done a full investigation on everybody. Jason should have suggested that, he should have done it himself. He could have saved her.

His fist collided with the tree, he gritted his teeth as the pain seared in his knuckles from where the rough bark scratched him. He dropped his hand to his side and stared at the tree trunk his fist had recently just met. "Rhia, I don't care who this person was, what relation I might have had with them. I will find out who did this. I will kill them. No, I'll find something much worse than death. They aren't deserving of it. They deserve to suffer, be a symbol to show campers why you should never side with a titan."

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A little voice in Rhiannon’s mind cooed at her, 'Look what you did. Are you proud of yourself? A traitor and murderer like everything you've ever hated. A liar and a sneak like those you judge. You've become exactly what you despise, are you proud?' She wasn't. Not in the slightest. That was why she had to push the emotions away, push them so deep they'd never see the light. She watched Jason, taking in his every movement, perhaps out of guilt. She'd memorize this, ingrain everything he said into her memory so she'd remember. Remember how she deserved to die. A faint smirk came across her face when he spoke of what to do with the traitor, the murderer, to her. She hoped he would, after Saturn got the relic and started to work his way into power she hoped Jason would catch her. The kind hearted Jason, and what she had forced him to be. The anger she had brought up in the normally calm man. Sure, she'd call him a man instead of a boy. Look at what she's done. That voice always had ammunition to throw in her face, but now it had warheads. If she hadn't hardened her heart to do what needed to be done she'd have gone crazy, not that she wasn't crazy already. A different kind. She was still quiet, could still function in society. For now at any rate.

"You're right." an agreement to his thoughts aloud, perhaps he wasn't speaking to her maybe she was just a sounding board for him at the moment. The worst one ever, given the relation she had to his problem. "You're a medic, keep them alive. Keep them awake, let them feel pain that even the pits of Tarturus wouldn't be able to hold a candle to. It's the only thing....that would have any kind of justice." she hoped he would, hoped that what she said would sink in just a bit, and maybe he would start planning it now. With a bit of work with Stone she was sure they could come up with something. Anything. Jason wouldn't be around long after Saturn got the relic, but at least he would go to Elysium. Once she was allowed to die she'd be in the Fields of Punishment, for all eternity. Where a traitorous snake like her belonged. Not that snakes where bad, so maybe comparing herself to anything else was an insult. She was Rhiannon, the lowest creature on earth, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The ugly emotions were coming up again. Self loathing was an emotion after all, and it would drive her into a corner. She needed to be able to think, to reason, and to complete the task she needed to do or her death would be in vain. She needed to get Saturn the relic at all costs, wasn't that why she became a murderer? She laid back in the grass looking at the sky, unable to look at Jason any longer. He didn't care who it was. That's good, great. She didn't think she could bare to stay hidden any longer than necessary, once she got Saturn the relic she'd announce it, metaphorically turn herself in. She'd make Josh hate her just like everyone else. He was so kind hearted, she was sure even he would hate her. Even if he had joined Saturn with her, starting a war, killing and leaving a body on the steps of the Principia was not something even he could forgive. A single tear fell into her hair. She sat up again wiping it away hoping her was still turned toward the tree.

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Yeah, Rhia was right. He was a medic, he could keep the darn traitor alive for as long as he wanted to. But, it wasn't right. Besides, he wasn't the only one in charge, Remus was too. Jason wasn't eligible to act alone, especially being the new praetor on the block too. It wouldn't sit well. He and Remus would obviously have a discussion about how to deal with the situation at hand to not only benefit the revenge and anger that the campers had, but to also try to take a diplomatic approach. This was New Rome, not ancient Rome. Sure, what Jason wouldn't mind to trap the ingrate inside a metal bull and place them over a fire, but it wasn't really humane.

"Pain does not do justice for a murder. Once I have a clearer head I will determine the situation at hand. First step would be to find the stupid backstabber." Jason said. Trying to work on clearing his head. He glanced slightly at the movement of Rhia laying back down in the grass and stared at the sky. He sighed. Camp use to be a relaxing place, one where campers like Rhia could feel safe, where memories could be made and relationships formed. Heck, he was the one who made the curly haired knuckle head beside him realize she was crushing on that sneak their Rogers. But now there was a traitor in their midst. That person could attack anyone, even Rhia. He studied the girl, who on the outside seemed to be content with life. How could he let people come to such harm? He and Remus needed to figure out who the traitor was, and fast.

Then he watched Rhia as she sat up and appeared to wipe something from her face. Was she upset about the death too? Maybe she had known Valerie. The thought never occurred to him. He was upset about losing one of his closest comrades and friends. Sure, he knew Valerie had other connections around camp but he was being selfish in his grieving. He wrapped his arm around Rhias shoulder. "Don't worry. Remus and I will get this situation under control in no time. And soon enough Josh will be back from the quest and all will be well again. Just you wait." Jason said, giving a soft smile. He didn't know exactly what was troubling Rhia, but it was a rare sight for her to show any emotions besides hate. He felt that maybe she just needed a hug and some encouraging words, and Jason would gladly do that. After all, times like this you need to keep your friends close because you never know what might drag them away to the Titans side.

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Her shouldered already felt heavy, weighed down with the gravity of what she had done. That was different, very different from the warmth that spread across her shoulders, and the bit of weight that came with it. Her eyes looked over at him wondering what he was doing. How could her touch her? What was he saying? Words of encouragement? To her? "Heh.." she let the puff of air escape her. How ironic, how terrifyingly humorous that he was trying to comfort the killer. The one who had caused him anger and grief killing a comrade he had fought along side for years. She wanted to laugh, she could feel it building up inside of her chest, that vicious, crazy maniacal kind of laugh. All she allowed of it to escape was a single breath, until she caught it and pushed it back again. Picking his hand up with only her pointer finger and thumb she attempted to move his arm from about her shoulders and back to his lap. "It's an emotional time for you, I'll assume you forgot how much I dislike being touched." A sliver of her insanity showed through in the form of a smirk. Not unlike her normal ones, though it showed a hint of actual gladness. That bit of her that seemed to be going psychotic, to find a strange joy in the mockery that this encounter was.

All would be well again. One day. She'd have to help make it that way, anyway. It was a while ago she had made the decision to do anything for this after all. Way back when she first realized it was a titan invading her dreams, a kind hearted titan that seemed more suited to ruling than Jupiter. She had to numb herself, to will all the pain away. She couldn't hide from it, had to accept what she had done and move on. 'There's no accepting it, there's no moving on. Because you're going to have to do it again, and again. In fact, look at Jason's throat. So open, so exposed. You have a knife in your boot. You can take him' The voice spoke in soft whispers, hushed tones and slithering words. Rhiannon didn't look at Jason, she stared forward. Her facial expression blank and uncaring, despite the malicious voice that tried to wind it's way around her mind. If at all possible she didn't want to kill ever again. She could remember this feeling after the war, not wanting to fight anymore. Not wanting any of this stupidity anymore. It wasn't an emotion, it was a want. The very same want that had driven her to this point anyway. 'No, that's just a reason you try to give for these pathetic actions. You were crazy all along. So weak you won't even admit it. Pitiful.'

”I'm sure you and Stone could come to some sort of agreement. I fight constantly with him, and it's not even serious. He'd be serious about this.” she nodded her head slightly, still looking off over the hills. If anyone would be able to put a proper punishment down on her it would be Stone and Jason. They'd have enough knowledge and creativity between them. It calmed her down, the thought of her own death at the hand of the people she hurt. Strange.

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Jason let loose a laugh at her comment. No, despite the emotion that was swirling up in him that was one thing he had not forgotten. Rhiannon Warlow, the girl who only let Josh touch her, not that Jason ever regarded that fact. Honestly, when had Jason ever really cared on whether Rhia liked to be touch? He had carried her princess style before and wouldn't let go until she stopped thrashing about. Part of Jason treated Rhia like a little sister. He never had one before, but if he had he imagined she would be like Rhia. Sure, Jason had nieces and nephews but that's all they were, distant relations. Despite no relation, Rhia was still like a sister to him.

He stopped laughing only to shoot Rhia one of his movie star grins, the ones he would use when he did not really ever feel like smiling. It was just an act for the cameras. "Now now, when have I ever cared about that Princess?" Jason said as he put his removed arm back around Rhias shoulders and pulled her close into him in a half hug. If she didn't like his arm over her shoulder then she definitely would not appreciate one of Jasons unannounced hugs.


He nodded at her statement though. She was right, this was oen thing Remus would take scarily serious. Especially since Jason now lived in a close vicinity of the son of Mars he know realized fully what he was capable of and needless to say it was a bit scary. Remus would probably find some inhumane method to cause the most harm but still be legal. Not that Jason would have anything against that. After all, one of his closest friends had been beheaded and deposited on the steps of the source of law in camp. It was a very pathetic move by the killer. No decency at all. But still, it was scary that that son of Mars could probably come up with something like that. Especially because he would put all his thought on it.

"I know. He would probably find a way of dealing the proper punishment while leaving a message to the rest of the camp over what happens when you betray your comrades, your family. Proper justice will be done. I can promise you that Rhia." Jason said with a sound of promise in his voice. He was serious about it too. Maybe he was finally living up to the title of Preator, either way he wasn't going to let that killer strike anyone again. There was too many people he cared about in camp, they had already killed one person close to him. Therefore he would make it a promise that he would make sure that Rhia, Lilith, Clare, and everyone else he cared about will stay safe from this pathetic killer.

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notes: sorry for that wait

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Dear gods no, not a hug. She really couldn't take that right now. Every emotion she had climbed up her throat, scrapping scratching and throbbing inside of her chest, up her neck and stayed lodged there in her esophagus. It burned and threaten to come out in crying screams of pain and sadness. Anger and self hate. Gods it hurt, it hurt more than she had ever hurt before. The pain of war, the pain of being beaten, the pain of anything and everything she'd ever experienced could not compete with the feelings straining against her gullet. She couldn't say anything smart or annoying, or even annoyed. She simply patted his back with a hand before standing up and force pulling herself out of his arms and away from him. She didn't want to see his face, didn't want him to see hers. Trying to turn so he couldn't see the pain in her face at any point as she broke away from him. She took a breath while standing, facing away. Trying to get that calm emotionless face back. Reckless caring idiots everywhere. At least Jason had a good enough head about him to probably kill her when it needed to be done. At least she hoped he would. Remus she knew for a fact had no qualms about ending her. Probably already had nice plans for it. He'd be glad to be rid of a trouble maker like her.

You're already a traitor, you'll be made an example of just like how you made that poor girl Valerie. What had she done but try to defend herself from you? Wicked evil little thing you. it giggled. The most terrifying sound that sent a visible shiver up her spine. Murderer. Betrayer. Betrayed your comrades, your family. Proper justice will com upon your head. it gave a shadowy reminder through Jason's words, echoing them. Melting it's sly voice among his crisp words. She was loosing all her sanity. Warmth streaked down her face, and panic flew across her features. A tear, then another, dripping slowly down her face. She tried to blink them away, she couldn't wipe them. Even from behind you could tell when someone was wiping tears away. She just couldn't do that. Where was rain when you needed it? She looked to the sky. She'd never beg for something so convenient from the gods. It was annoying, running to them with every problem. She never once prayed, well. Perhaps a few times when she was little.

Trying to swallow the large ball of emotions again, to find the emotionless face again. Why was it so hard to don after it fell away? If it had been anyone else, someone she hadn't come to know and maybe a little care about, someone who she trusted. Someone she betrayed. Who's trust she had betrayed. She could have been fine. “I..” her voice still cracked, despite all her efforts. Emotions could go shove off. “I think I'll go....sorry....about your loss.” she breathed, only hoping that he was emotionally distant enough himself to not hear the emotion in her voice. To not see the slight tremble of her arms, or notice anything about what was so obvious. Pain.

OOC: not trying to end it, just characters being characters. She wants to run away so bad.

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Jason kept an eye on the female as she pulled away from him and stood up, away from him. Something seemed off to him about her. Usually she would be throwing a temper tantrum at the unannounced hug or making some comment about hie ego or how, despite being with Clare, he is still a ladies man. Could it be that Rhia was also upset over the death of Valerie too. No, that couldn't be it. As far as Jason knew those two never had even talked to one another. But if that wasn't the case, then what was? Could she just be concerned over her own safety? Yet, if that was the reason wouldn't Rhia want to have someone comfort her and tell her it was okay? Jason stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants the crossing his arms as he studied Rhias back.

He couldn't be sure but it looked as though she was slightly shaking, but that could be his imagination. He never saw Rhia in an emotional state so he wasn't even sure if she was or not. Yet, when he heard her voice crack at the first word, he raised and eyebrow. Then she finished her jumbled sentence. Jason stepped forward to grab her arm softly. "Rhia..." He began, his voice dripping with concern. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Jason didn't need to ask if she was okay because from he could tell it was blatantly obvious that if there was one thing Rhiannon Warlow was at the moment, it was not okay. He just hoped that maybe, in the midst of Josh being gone and with everything going on, that Rhia could confide in him a bit. True, it was a bit of a long shot but he couldn't help but hope. If not, well, Jason already stayed up a majority of the night with things on his mind, but this would be another thing to help add to the worry lines that had already begun to form on his forehead and brow upon taking the job as praetor. With the strain of running camp in this time of crisis, trying to schedule free time, making sure that nothing bad happened, he really hoped he could keep those he cared about close by and to let them know he still cared about them.

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notes: sorry that it is extremely short

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Physical contact that wasn't painful, wasn't someone trying to fight you, partially murder you. Sure war games were supposed to be just a rather useful game, but they were painful and every touch was a failure on someone's part. That was what the legion was about. If someone touched you it was for a fight, it wasn't wrought with care or concern. Just aggression. Not with Josh. He hugged her, brushed her arm, wrapped an arm around her neck, because he did care. Because he was concerned, because he simply wanted to be close to her. Years of only having him, only letting him get close, and he got so close to her heart. Everyday he was gone felt wrong, simply wrong. Eight years of him constantly bothering her, finding her at her weakest points and hugging her. The physical touch that meant worlds to her, the reason she wouldn't let anyone else touch her. Physical contact was love. It was hate. Every emotion could be conveyed to her through a simple touch, so it felt disgusting from some, annoying, hateful, and she didn't want it. Josh, he was gone. The love she felt, the caring she felt anyone ever had towards her, gone. For months. Now? Jason, he tried showing her caring. Found her at a weak point. A point she couldn't let him see, or hear, or know about in anyway. No, not at all.

With a small quick movement she pulled her arm away from him. "Nothing." she hoped she spoke in her normal hardened emotionless tone, hoped that the dryness of her throat or the pain couldn't give her away. She never heard her own voice, and she was normally deep in the woods when upset. Places only Josh ever seemed to be able to find, always the same kind of place. Perhaps that was it. She was predictable in that sense. She wanted to see the sky above her, and normally wanted to be surrounded by trees. This time? Her problem started in the forest, she hadn't wanted to go back. She should have. "You should go spend some time with a friend, someone you like." That's what she would want to do if a person she cared about passed. Was murdered. Or go grab a drink. Maybe she should do that anyway. She had incredibly low tolerance, and wasn't legal to drink in the good old US of A, but she wondered what it would be like to loose her mind for just a little while. Loose her thoughts, her worries. "Maybe go out for a drink" a small smirk came across her face as she turned to look at him, rather confident in having blinked the tears away, and the wetness on her skin having dried. She never really thought about the redness of her eyes. "Even a Praetor can bend a rule at a time like this right?"