Fishing ~Zidane

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Felicity took a deep breath and paced in front f the Principia yet again. She knew what she was doing wasn't morally correct but her curiosity was peeked. The fact that the camp just may hold the information she was searching made he heart beat a little faster. It's not like she was a rumor mill. She was going to keep the information classified, she was just going to use it to help out a friend. Okay, so Edmund didn't actually think of her as a friend but in her opinion she was the closest to one he had at the moment. When she first came up with this idea she thought it was just going to pass then Zidane overheard. She thought for sure she was going to have kitchen duties for a week but it really surprised here when he said that the "fishing" for facts may not be such a bad idea. Of course he was interested in Remus, which might be harder to get to then most cases. She too was curious of Remus too, after their last meet up she swore something was different about him. It made her stomach flutter a little, of course she told herself it was due to hunger. Yet parts of her couldn't help but look over at him during meetings and how she got nervous whenever she spotted him around the camp and New Rome. Something must be wrong with her.

Felicity stopped pacing right in front of the front entrance to the Principia. She examined the magnificent building, it was always something to see that was for sure. Gods, why was she so nervous? She had been inside a few times before, besides it was eleven in the morning. Everyone would be busy training with their cohorts or running about doing business. The Principia should be empty, well except for her and Zidane. She took one last deep breath and entered the building. She knew were most centurions went. Usually to the rooms that had the information on their cohort. She glanced at the fourth cohort area, it was cluttered. She made a mental note to rearrange that mess when she felt like it. She stood there in the middle of the Principia entrance, just waiting and worrying. She kept trying to calm her brain. Oh look at that sculpture or I wonder how old that scroll is. You would think for a kid who has ADHD being distracted would be easy, unfortunately for Felicity it wasn't.

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wordcount: 446
notes: hehe Fishing....get it XD Gosh I'm a loser

[zidane]

Flipping through the large tome on his desk idly, Zidane looked up to check the massive iron clock on the wall, the numbers being displayed as Roman Numerals, of course. It took him a moment but he finally deciphered that it was about ten minutes to eleven o’clock. Shutting the book with a “Boom” that echoed throughout the main room of the Principia, he winced slightly as he stretched and yawned, then got to his feet. Pacing a little bit, he checked the clock one more time. It was still ten minutes before Felicity, the daughter of Pluto and Centurion of the fourth cohort, was due for her “appointment” to talk to him. And by “appointment”, Zidane meant raiding the archives for some information on a couple of campers that he and Felicity had mutual interest in.

The first target was his fellow praetor Remus, who was a mystery in and of himself that Zidane hoped to decipher somewhat in attempt to understand why he had a robo-cop personality. Not that it was an inherently bad personality to have when one had to run what he was quickly coming to realize was a bit of a mad house, but it seemed as if the man never relaxed. And since he was a very large part of Zidane’s social circle now, that meant he got special scrutiny and concern. Felicity seemed to have some interest in him too that he knew little about the nature of, but he didn’t know if it was a good idea to ask.

The second target was one that Zidane knew far less about but was a request from Felicity. The taciturn son of Vulcan by the name of Edward. Or Edmin. Or something like that. He wasn’t always the best with names of people who paid him little attention. Anyway, the boy was how this whole ploy got started in the first place, when he happened across him and Felicity having an argument of interest on the grounds preceding the fields of Mars the other day and she had publicized rather loudly that she might break into the principia archive to look for what made the Vulcan kid so anti-social. Of course he couldn’t allow a camper to run amuck in the archives and he had a special place in his heart for the socially fringed people, so he had offered to assist her in her search.

Which he was hoping was about to begin when he faintly heard the main doors open down the corridor. Checking for his swords at his sides by force of habit, he strode calmly down the hallway, noting with relief that felicity was standing in the entrance hall. “Felicity! Glad to see you came. Are you ready to get started on our... Fishing trip?” He grinned at the girl, reaching out to shake her hand in greeting.

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Word Count: 474
Notes: Muahaha!!

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Felicity grinned at the approaching Praetor. She shook his hand in greeting. "We already have the bait, we just need to find the poles." Felicity said trying to keep a straight face. It only lasted for about five seconds before a laugh broke through. She shook her head while laughing. After a few seconds she breathed in and smiled at Zidane. "Sorry, it's just very corny code words." Felicity stated.

She examined the praetor. In truth, she never really hung out with Zidane. She saw Remus more then him. She noticed the two swords equipped at his side. It was an interesting choice. Most of the legionnaires choose to wield sword with shield or a bow with arrows. She figured it was the normal standard equipment. Though, she did admit to not using a shield, which once you thought about it, was probably a bad idea. Felicity figured that she could just summon a skeleton to block for her while she stabbed at the approaching enemy. "Two swords? Thats a unique fighting style. Must catch all the ladies." She said in reference to his old ways, when he was a ladies man. Now he had himself a nice centurion. She had heard the stories, they were a classic love story at camp. Though she doubted they knew anything about it. Still whenever her cohort mentioned something about them it brought a smile to her face. Now she wasn't a stalker to their romance, but it reminded her that not everything about this camp had to be horrible.

She refocused her mind on the task at hand. "So, where is "x" marks the spot?" Felicity asked. Even though she had been in the principia before her access was a little restricted. Mainly to just the cohort four stuff, which wasn't really interesting. Just a lot of half-filled reports from half-ass centurions who didn't care. She had been working her butt off trying to revamp the cohort, bring about a better image. She had filled out everything fully and detailed. She even did research to get as much missing information refilled into the old forms. She was half hoping it would cause the camp to appreciate her more. Though, she did it at first to get to know Remus more. Not that there was any reason, she was just curious about the creature was all.

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[zidane]

At the Fourth cohort’s Centurion’s grin that seemed directed at Zidane as he approached, a grin crossed his own lips. Although he’d been forced to give up most of his thievery and criminal tendencies, the fact that he and Felicity were embarking on something that felt vaguely secretive and like breaking the rules secretly made his toes curl with delight. Well, old habits usually die hard, right? “Hmm… Fishing polls… I guess we’ll just have to use our hands, unless you want to um.. Knock all of the fish onto the floor.” He chuckled at the silly code-words they’d made up as it pertained to today’s mission and hoped that the fact that he laughed would help her relax a little bit. The fact that people got tense and formal with him because of his position just made him feel… awkward.

So did the constant sizing up he got from pretty much every camper he happened to cross, maybe with the exclusion of Valerie and a few remaining friends he knew before he’d taken the position next to robo-cop Remus. Not that Remus was actually SO bad, but he’d given him enough hell before he became centurion and praetor for his less-than-desirable habits he liked to indulge in. Not that he was really much of a criminal, he just caused chaos every now and then, which was something Remus apparently didn’t deal well with. Oh well. Back to Felicity, he noticed her eyes catch on the two swords at his hip and expected the question that came, since it wasn’t a very uncommon one, but he grinned at the way she asked it. “The two most prized possessions I own, ma’am. When I went to the wolf-house, Lupa had me try an ancient gladiatorial style, 'Dimachaerus'. Or that was what they called the ones who dual-wielded swords. I have a lot of speed to make up for the lack of defense that comes with no shield, so that’s why. And depending on the lady… But I guess it probably gave me brownie points with Val, since she is Bellona’s kid and all and I boast a pretty flashy fighting style.” At that he flashed his teeth in a wide smile.

It was brief though as he caught her drift and was reminded why they were standing in the entrance hall of the Principia in the first place. “Hmm… Okay. So the fishing hole you're looking for is probably going to be in the first cohort file room. Since centurions of specific cohorts and the praetors are the only ones who are allowed access to the files without permission, you wouldn’t have seen it in your cohorts filing area. I noticed that you’ve been doing some overhall in there, you know. It’s looking really good.” He looked over at her and winked, beckoning to her as he turned and started down a long hallway with several others branching off. “Down here a little farther is the room we’re looking for.” He was quiet for the walk down the hall, except for his faint humming that sounded suspiciously like the Mission Impossible Theme.

Word Count: 542
Tag: Felicity
Note: Sorry I took a bit to respond!

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Felicity nodded and she listened intensely to the praetor. What an interesting fighting style, Dimachaerus. Felicity had never even heard of it. She would defiantly have to see him in action one day. It was sure to be a promising display of sword work. She vaguely remembered seeing a dual sword wielder at the battle of Othrys but she was on a different side of the attack, not close enough to actually witness the majestic performance of his swordsmanship. "I would pay to see you in battle with those. Though, battle is actually something I want to see anytime soon." Felicity said with a nervous laugh. After all the events of last summer she was pretty sure no one was eager to run right back into a battle. She knew of the causalities, she sensed the fallen campers die. It still gave her nightmares sometimes. Felicity half rolled her eyes when he mentioned his girlfriends name. They were so cute together it was disgusting, but all in a good way. "I'm sure it was more then your fighting which landed you with Valerie."

Felicity nodded as Zidane explained where they would be going. At the mention of her own cohorts room she, again, glanced over. Still full of clutter, with papers hanging out. Though, it did look as though an improvement had been made. Heck, after all the work one would help it would look better. "Yeah, but it still needs a lot more hours devoted to it. The last few Centurions basically half did their jobs." Felicity said annoyed. Just because you get put into a lower cohort doesn't mean you get to just slack off on your duties. You are Roman, with that title you should hold some respect. When Felicity first became Centurion and saw the mess littered around the office she was stunned. It seemed impossible that anyone could clear through. She had half a mind to just burn it all and start a new, though it was against the rules somewhere. Besides, at least being in the principia a lot she was able to watch Remus more, perhaps that was were her crush on him began.

She nodded and followed Zidane down the hall. It was eeirly quiet until a familiar humming sound filled the void of quiet. A smile broke across her grin. She had the urge to suddenly pretend she was a spy, it was the mission impossible three theme after all. "Zidane, you are such a dork." Felicity said with a laugh. "Besides, last I checked Ethan likes working alone." Felicity said, though being in the legion does leave one with a certain lack of entertainment knowledge. It was only by asking some of the New Rome civilians that they learned of what happened in the outside world, or you just left yourself. Felicity was more of the person to opt into leaving herself. It helped being able to shadow travel.

As they approached the first cohort area Felicity stopped short. It was so neat and organized. It looked like a prize. It made Felicity really jealous, and only agreed to her theory that the higher cohort you are in then the more you care. "Now, why is it that theirs is so nice and neat and mine looks like an explosion happen within it?" Felicity muttered audibly.

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notes: Mwaha and the mission finally begins [/quote]

[zidane]

Zidane didn’t want to admit how vain he could be at times, so he tried his best not to let the pleasure show on his face at getting to gloat just a little bit about his fighting style. It was something he excelled at, something that Romans had some respect for. And of course respect was a nice thing to have. But he also knew he only wanted it if it was well earned. Big head or not, he’d continued working hard, if not harder, than he had when he was just another camper, and then a centurion. In some ways, he knew he’d always have something to prove as the unlikely Mercury boy in a leadership position, even over his older brother. Not that he didn’t know that a large part of that was about his brother’s somewhat bizarre robbing habits. He took things that made Zidane’s former exploits look like shoplifting a breath-mint.

Zidane rolled his eyes to himself as he a and Felicity walked, but a blush crept up his cheeks as she commented about Valerie and he nodded a little bit, clearing his throat. “I’d like to think so, anyway. Before her, I was just another skirt chasing idiot. As I’m sure you probably heard, if not noticed yourself.” He grinned a little bit, but it had a self-deprecating edge.
"I never met a girl who took my flirtation half as well and wasn’t psycho or just messing around. I know I’m pretty lucky.” He smiled a little to himself, knowing he probably did sound stupidly sappy. Nothing he could do much about, though.

He waited to hear how that comment would be received as he stopped in the doorway by the first cohort, peering in. He grinned a little more at the fact that Felicity recognized the theme he was humming. They were sort of breaking the rules after all. Well, he wasn’t. But it was probably something that would be frowned on if the first cohort crew knew about it. He was about to walk in when he turned, noticing Felicity stopping short. The grin stayed put as he heard her mumbling. “Well, Remus used to maintain it, and that guy is incredibly OCD when it comes to duty. In fact, most mars kids are. Down in fourth cohort, the previous people were... A little less caring.” His smile turned sheepish. “I could find someone to help you organize it, if you want, though. But first, let’s find those files…”

He strode into the room, checking around to see how they were organized. By year, then by alphabetical order. Someone had even been innovative enough to file away campers who had left in a different area. “Okay, so.” He waved her over, pointing at the findings. “Current campers over here, by year they arrived, then by last name.”

Word Count: 479
Notes: ...Should I beg for my life here?