Even I Notice [Charlie]

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It had been a long time since Mors had last been to Camp Jupiter, and it brought back memories or when humans were young. They had once been creatures dedicated to the gods, pleasing them, and fearing them was part of day to day activities. The gods had been loved and respected, by most. Mors had forgotten about it, with the current state of the world it was an easy thing to do. He wore a heavy coat in the blazing sun, but did not feel hot. He made sure to never feel too hot, or too cold. The inside of his jacket was perfectly controlled to him, though anyone who saw him thought he was mad. To walk around the Fields of Mars, people training hard and sweating from head to toe, in a heavy black coat. Some may have wondered if he was a god, but he did not have the over confident air they may have expected.

Mors' platinum blonde hair looked near white in the bright sun light, and his pale skin contrasted greatly against his cloak. Some wondered if he was a wondering ghost, and began to ignore him. Mors couldn't help but think about how he was shown in artist depictions, he had to admit he looked nothing like them. Mors' itself was a feminine noun, and here he was a male with an androgynous body. Many of the campers had even commented on the beautiful female ghost roaming the Fields, Mors could only shake his head. Children could be quite a handful sometimes.

He seemed to float more than walk, perfectly even steps and transfer of weight would do that. He could float, or fly with his wings, however now was not the time. Mors was simply looking, and watching, as the children played their war games. He could not help but play the statistics in his mind, who would be dead should the battle have been real. It had not been too long ago when there had been a real battle after all. Two years seemed like nothing to him, but some of these children had not even known how to hold a sword two years ago. The ones who survived could easily be picked out, he could see they had a much greater understanding for the truth of battle. The parts that no war games could ever mimic. One particular stood out, someone whom at first glance even Mors had mistaken as a daughter of Venus. The battle soon changed his thoughts, she was obviously a battle hardened child of Mars. Pulling a notbook from the shadows in his cloak Mors looked to check his guess. She was Charlotte McKenzie Jolly, a daughter of Mars.

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Today the first cohort was drilling in the Field of Mars against the second cohort. Charlie was dressed up in her armor and had her two swords and her shield as well as her spear strapped to her back. She shouted out orders to her soldiers. One line would circle around and flank the second cohort. Then the battle horn sounded and Charlie took her place in the front line alongside the rest of her soldiers. She swallowed hard and pulled her spear. “Pikeman to the front!” She barked, a few soldiers stepped forward and to the side, they knelt as they were trained to do against cavalry or any sort of mounted foe whether they were centaurs or Cyclopes, it was an effective move. The front line bristled, with spears and the Archers on the back line drew their bows. “On my mark, Archers!” Charlie paused as she waited for the right moment give the order. Always wait till you see the whites of their eyes, that’s what she was always taught. “Now!” She commanded as the air rained down blunted tipped arrows topped with nerf dart suction cups, sticking to the armor of those who were hit. The second the line had circled around, the second line curled around to put the death squeeze on the second cohort. “Shields!” Charlie barked, dropping her spear and pulling out her shield and placed her sword on top the shield. Her eyes narrowed.

Charlie blinked; she could see the battle of Mt. Orthys in her mind. The sound of the shouts and screams permeated her ears and she could see in her mind’s eye the clash and flash of swords. The smell of blood was fresh in her nose as she watched Remus stab the chest of a demi-god who had allied himself with the titans. Charlie’s muscles strained as her sword stroke fell, putting a huge gash in the body of a monster. She plunged her sword deep in the neck of the beast, turning the blade as it thrashed about in its death throes.

Charlie brought herself back to reality, in a split second, she had relived a few moments the entirety of the battle of Mt. Orthys. Sometimes she still had nightmares about that particular battle. “Charge!” She shouted as the entire circle of the first cohort charged. She pulled Lo’gosh from her waist and swung heavily at another boy who had tried to get over on her. Charlie lowered her shoulder and tossed him over before making a faux stab at his chest. He was quickly whisked away by the field medics on the Pegasus. Charlie cut through the line of second cohort soldiers, each one falling in her path. To an outsider, this would have looked like a deadly dance. Charlie spun on her heel, using the butt of her sword to knock another legionnaire on his podex. She twirled her sword before slamming her shield into the chest of another person, sending them flying backwards a few good feet.

The battle was called and once again, First Cohort was victorious. “Next time, I expect you to show no mercy. Your enemy isn’t going to stop just because you need to tie your shoes or your sword has been broken, you have to keep going and keep fighting.” She growled. A few of the newer campers shyed back from her. “Males, take five laps through the obstacle course, females, you’ll start after they hit the showers.” Charlie shook her head. There had been plenty of mess-ups today and there was need for improvement. She pulled her helmet off after doing her five runs of the obstacle course. She shook out her helmet hair, her curls bouncing all over the place. She noticed something familiar floating around the battlefield. “Lord Mors, I hope the entertainment was to your liking.” She said with a bow, coming down slightly from her battle lust high.

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Mors felt he should have recognized the girl when he first saw her, the name brought her back into focus. He needed to work on matching faces to names, but often he didn't see people more than once. He often had such little reason to commit a face or name to memory, unless it was his own child or legacy. The girl did look incredibly different in her war gear than she had around camp with a book. She would have done her father proud with her command, though the punishments for their sloppy work may have been a little light. Mors could not remember how much humans could run before collapsing, he supposed 5 laps was not enough. Of course he was also more the type to punish an individual instead of the group, but being the legion a sense of community was needed. There were many reasons he was not the god of war, all of which even this girl could grasp. He was fine with his job, while letting others do the real fighting and commanding. Groups weren't his thing anyway.

She ran the coarse with those who had been under her command, a fine leader would be able to do anything they asked their troops to do. Mors could not help but keep an eye on this girl, she was so much like her father when she was set on fighting and leading. A trait that did not always translate well from Mars to his children. It was probably the mortal half that sent it in odd directions some times. Her hair was finally released from the helm prison, weighted down with the slight moisture that came with physical activity. He could finally recognize her, the one with the books and an odd fascination with death. Few campers did not fear him, and even fewer liked him, sometimes he wondered the statistics of Charlie. It was somewhere near one trillion to one chances there would be someone with the morbid interests this girl had. He wished for a definite number, but with humans they were never definite.

“It was interesting to say the least, child. I had not recognized you at first, the way you are when commanding seems like a different person from when you are relaxing. I believe you have taken you're fathers good traits, strong reliable commander in war along with the skill you handled your weapons. Admirable.” his tone was near flat, his voice showing little emotion despite the praise he spoke. Mors cared little for the people around them, and they seemed to not mind, keeping their distance. It was greater fear of Charlie that they stayed at all, instead of leaving for anywhere that didn't have a pale faced ghost.

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Charlie pulled a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her blond curls back so they wouldn’t be in her way. She took a deep breath, trying to make sure the adrenaline had finally lowered its levels in her system. She gave a once over as her cohort groaned once more before flopping in the shady grass. After issuing another punishment to the three new kids in her cohort for lagging behind during the exercise, she turned her attention back to Mors. The god of Death was such an intriguing god. He allowed her to ask questions and he replied with answers and didn’t seem to tire of her curiosity. He was fueling it to say the least. Not that Charlie minded, she always looked into books, trying to use her imagination to see what death might actually be like. He was in a word, more beautiful, then Charlie could ever imagine. The people who had depicted him in paintings were always showing him as something like a skeletal being with the scythe and an hour glass. The man, or immortal, standing in front of her was nothing like that. No flowing robes no scythe and no hourglass were to be seen anywhere.

“So Lord Mors, I hope that there’s not a particular reason for you to be here. I didn’t kill anyone today did I?” Charlie wondered out loud, thinking back to the battle. She didn’t remember killing off anyone today or maybe it was something to do with the newbies and their punishments. There was that one time she pushed her cohort through a forty-eight hour drill, but she did it alongside them as well. She lived and felt as if she was better off for it. “I haven’t done another two day drill, so this must be a recreational visit instead of being a business visit. Or at least I hope so.” Charlie enjoyed seeing Mors. Though she always hoped that it was under good circumstances. She regarded the long haired male in front of her. Charlie always thought that he reminded her of someone, but she could never put a finger on it. She just remembered the person that Mors reminded her of, the only thing she could see was a black wing and an absurdly long blade.

“Any suggestions or the like about the formations?” Charlie asked, tilting her head to the side as she adjusted the belt around her waist, making sure that her sword Lo’gosh didn’t stray too far away. Charlie was distracted by something clinging to her shield, she brushed it away. It looked like someone’s tooth had embedded itself into the bottom part of her shield. She grinned sheepishly, she had shield bashed this one guy in the face with her shield. “sorry about that. I get kindda carried away in battle.”

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The shadow of a smile cracked across Mors' porcelain like face, peoples lives where not a joking manner however the way she said it and the way of speaking her line of thought aloud was amusing. "You are correct, I am merely here at my leisure today." he spoke softly, with the harshness of his voice giving slightly into the amusement he felt. Mors had not heard of a drill lasting two days, however that simply meant the demi-gods could live through it. He made sure to make a mental note about it, his brother would be appalled at the lack of sleep it entailed. His brother had not even doors in his home for want of silence, the creaking hinges might wake him. That was for when he slept in his own home, instead of returning to his mother for protection from Zeus. It sometimes amazed him why Somnus was coddled so, even Mors could not help but check up on his brother to make sure his home was dead silent.

The off white shade, with pink attached to it's ends drew Mors attention to Charlie's shield. It was only one tooth, and he had no deaths record to be in the area. He pushed thoughts of work from his mind, he had already said he was here for leisure. He had wanted to see the way this camp had grown since he had last been forced to collect their number. It was the blink of an eye for him, but humans changed so fast. Even ones that were half divine. "Everyone needs to learn the strength of a shield, sometimes the face needs be introduced to it the hard way." he spoke, earnestly and with a straight face. "Formations are only as effective as their leader. You must see the entire battle, not only what you're eyes can perceive. The tides as it were. I believe you did a good job at that. I am poor at giving war advice, perhaps you're father could be of better council."

Mors did not know why she apologized for the tooth in her shield, it was a weapon. If someone underestimated the power of a shield they were a fool. In general one should never underestimate a child of Mars with any sort of weapon. Everything could be used as a weapon, and in the hands of a capable child of Mars anything should be considered a weapon. "None died by your hand, I believe that is proof you were not carried away."

He had been standing, watching the campers all around, and it occurred to him that this may not be the relaxation many had in mind for him. Slowly he lower himself to the ground, sitting on the soft grass. It was an interesting feeling he had not had in quite some time. He normally was walking, or standing. If he sat it was in his own chair at home, rolly wheels under him and paper work in front. His feet remained nearly flat on the ground, tilted only slightly while his knees leaned on his arms. Clasp together at the front, his pale hand encircled a black metal watch. It's crystal clear surface showed many dials atop a surface so dark only tartarus could compare.

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“A leisure day huh? One of these days I’ll have to look up the term in the dictionary one day and figure out what that means.” Charlie joked. Of course people would probably look at her strangely. She didn’t realize how closer relationship with Mors had become. Though she figured that if it was a friendship with the Lord of Death and it wasn’t a child of Pluto….. it was probably a child of Mars. As if people didn’t look at her strangely already, not that Charlie really cared at any rate. Mors was someone special to talk to and she enjoyed the conversations that she had with the death god. He was like an older brother in her mind, but easier to talk to about things then Remus was. But as far as Mors went, the feeling was strange. She really cared for August as something more than a friend, but Mors was a completely different sword. Charlie had only ever once had a friend and only once had that crushing feeling on someone unattainable and distant. But Mors was sociable as far as gods went, or at least what Charlie had experienced for the moment. She hadn’t met too many other gods.


Charlie couldn’t help but giggle at the death god, though she doubted she was one of the few that had. Mors had made quite the joke and kept a straight face, despite the fact it was a joke about someone being bashed in the face with a shield. “There are many who always scoff at the fact that a shield can be just as good as an offense as it can defense. Then again they end up being on the receiving end of a shield sooner or later.” Charlie felt the blush creep up her face at the compliment of her performance on the battlefield. Even if it was coming from Mors, Charlie felt accomplished. “Thank you, Lord Mors, but I would hate to ask anything from my father. He’s absolutely terrifying. Which is strange considering you’re so easy to speak with.” Charlie wasn’t sure that it was proper to speak to a god in such familiar terms, but Mors was just that easy to talk to. He wasn’t as distant as the other gods were. But maybe that was a good thing. He was more in touch with the human species then the other gods.

“I worry about losing control sometimes. Sometimes it’s rather hard to discern reality from the battle and I get carried away. It’s a fear that I have that I will lose control and never be able to regain it.” It probably wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever done, admitting a fear to a god, but Charlie didn’t think that Mors would be the sleezy type of god to exploit something like that. Her father, yeah, he would exploit that to instill fear in his troops. “But that’s between you and me.” Charlie said winking at Mors.

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There were so few people Mors truly liked, and fewer still that he allowed himself to become attached to. Charlie was not someone he could help doing so with. She was different, and reacted very differently to him than anyone else. She had been friendly, perhaps a bit too friendly at first, and incredibly curious. She asked him questions he had not thought about in centuries, some answers which he actually had to take time to remember. Reading and learning was part of her training, or so she believed, and something she took with her. She was both very much like her father, and very much unlike him. Mors could not help but feel she gained the good traits and simply shoved away his less than pleasant ones. Except perhaps dismemberment. That was not entirely pleasing, but charlie still enjoyed it as any other Mars child.

A slight smirk came across his face at Charlie's joke, perhaps that was another reason he liked her. They had the same work ethic. "Perhaps for the remainder of today we may both take at our leisure, I am sure your cohort would be thankful." Mors looked at the individuals still around, some slack jawed at the prospect of their centurion laughing and joking without the prospect of death imminent. Other seemed to realize that the previous though might not be accurate. Mors had grown so accustomed to watching people without their notice it was an interesting experience to show himself openly again. They did not quite interact with him, that was left to people like Charlie, or possibly Felicity.

"Indeed, the shield is quite versatile. Though I have never been one to utilize it well in battle, my weapons of choice is best used with two hands after all." his hand brushed against his watch as she thought about his weapon. A scythe who's blade forged from stygian iron, and the trapped souls of people who tried to escape death. Bits of imperial gold adorned both his blade, and the watch it was currently transformed into. It had been quite some times since he had need to fight with it, though he did gain refresher courses from Mars every so often. That was of course Mars refreshing which normally involved simply diving into a fight. "I am much older than your father, and with quite a different job. Though I believe I am set far aside from any of the gods should we be comparing personalities." Mars could be incredibly terrifying, however Mors would hope he did not do it on purpose with his children. One could never put anything past the god of War.

"Of course I will not tell anyone, however I do not believe you have too much to worry about. You are a fairly level headed young Roman. You are not a berserker, you fight with reason and passion. If not then there would be no strategy in your battle and you would loose." Mors was not trying to sugar coat anything, he had seen plenty of people go into a frenzy when fighting and killed friend and foe alike. He knew that because Charlie was so conscious of this fact, that thought would keep her from going to the extremities of her passion for the fight.

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Charlie didn’t quite know what to think of Mors when she had first met him. She had met Prometheus and her dad and of course, her dad’s girlfriend. Mors was, for lack of a better word, different. He was more personable and a bit easier to get along with then some of the other immortals that had decided to grace the camp with their presence. Who knew that death would be the easiest person to get along with. There had been once or twice that Charlie had felt like she had known him before or seen him somewhere else, but it was something that she just couldn’t quite put her finger on. But after having known death fairly early in age and knowing of him after fighting in the battles that shaped the camp, Charlie wasn’t scared of death. When it came down to it, she knew that deep within her heart that when her time came, she would be able to greet death like an old friend, something that she could bet her mom and grandpa met death with open arms. Charlie wasn’t ashamed of that. Sure she missed them a great deal, but there were other things that needed to be taken care of when it came down to the bare wires.

“A day off?” Charlie savored the words in her mouth. Though it was something that probably was about to make a few people actually keel over from death by surprise. “Well at any rate you can’t die from shock can you? Watch this…” Charlie turned to the rest of her cohort, a few groaning, thinking that there were going to be a few more laps or another series of drills. “Take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow we will be starting at sunrise in the archery targets.” A few people stared at her as if she had grown an extra head or started to spit fire. Some people went into a dead faint after hearing what Charlie had to say. She couldn’t help but laugh as a few of the Apollo kids in her cohort went to go splash some water on the fainted soldiers. It wasn’t hot out but it was just something that had happened when your centurion was driven by the prospect of perfection and care on the battlefield. “I hope no one has died from shock.” Charlie commented to Mors. She looked up at the immortal and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what the immortal was thinking. Sometimes she wanted to know what was going on in the minds of the deities. Other times she was pretty sure she didn’t want to know. But this was Mors, so she figured his mind was on work, it seemed that he was always thinking about work.

Charlie marveled at the weapon she had seen in Mors's hands from time to time. The curve of the blade and the flecks of gold glinted out in the sunlight. She was amazed at it. “It’s beautiful, the craftsman ship and the stygin iron flecked with the imperial gold makes it terrifying…. Yet… graceful. Almost like a dragon, or some of the paintings they’ve painted of you over the years.” Charlie marveled at the weapon before Mors spoke of the differences between him, the god of death, and her father. It was simple to say that her father wasn't as eloquent nor as graceful in his fighting, at least even in the event she had never seen Mors fight, she expected it to be graceful, beautiful even. “My father’s methods are… brutal at best, yet they are effective.” Charlie said simply as she shrugged her shoulders at the mention of her father. Though Charlie loved being a child of Mars and she was grateful that her dad was able to bestow upon her gifts that she loved using, Mars wasn’t in the running for father of the year by any means.

“I am always conscious of fighting. I was told that battle is like chess, you must think ahead more steps then your opponent would. You must try to consider all possibilities, unknowns or rogue stray variables.” Charlie said with a smart nod of her head. “To let a single possibility slip through the cracks could prove to be disastrous. A well placed arrow can down even the most skilled of warriors.” Leave it to a child of Mars to bring a conversation back to the topic of war. But it was something that Charlie was familiar with and she knew for a fact that she could do it justice. She wasn’t much for talking about other things, like books or gossip, but her Books were mostly about War. Surprise surprise right? Leave it to someone with a limited number of interests.

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Curiosity came across him as Charlie suggested peoples death from surprise, which could in fact happen, and waited as she called to her cohort. She was right, it was very entertaining to watch. The various reactions from people nearly drew a chuckle from him. Was she really that harsh of a centurion? He supposed it was about the same when he was in a good mood and handed out free days, or day off passes. When was the last time he did that, perhaps a good century ago. Some people hadn't used those passes either, they better not be saving them up. Mors would have to make a stipulation on the next one that they would not be able to use it in conjunction with another off day slip. He was capable of dealing with nearly every odd job in the underworld, but trying to do such things would leave him less times to spend at camp, and with his grandchild. He had promised to do more of both, at least for now.

Charlie had commented to him about his weapon of choice, it was perhaps the very best weapon for him. He had forgotten he showed her, that he had in fact brought it out several times with her at his side. Normally he preferred to not take such a terrifying thing out, but Charlie did not seem to mind it. She did not think of it as a just terrifying weapon, and that may have been why. She saw it as the work of art he felt it was, trapped souls an all. Charlie was perhaps the strangest girl he had ever met, and he felt comfortable around her. More than he did around his own family. With them he hid the darkest sides of himself, and wished they would not see him while working or passing through the fields of Punishment. He did not want the people he cared about to see the terrifyingly joyful face he made while planning tortures for certain criminals. He felt that pleasure was something he could only share with Mars, and perhaps now with Charlie. He had promised she could even help him with some of the methods. His sanity always seemed to slip around her.

Mors had found his share of women, unusually attracted to the dark or ones that seemed to be his polar opposite, but never had he found one like Charlie. He doubted it would ever happen again. He most certainly hoped she would end up in the Blessed Isles, because he would hate for her to wipe her own memories for another life. She probably would if this was not her third life. He needed to look that up in his files, he might have something. Though he was never given the information on when the souls where born, perhaps just a bit more research than normal then. He was curious.

Mors nodded, it was a good way to look at fighting. A chess game could be won or lost in a single move, just as any war or battle. The number of moves you needed to think ahead was innumerable. “Well then, now that you have the day off from centurion work what do you wish to do? If possible I suggest something not affiliated with training.” he said with a slight smirk. If she was anything like him work would come straight to mind when asked such a question. In her case it would have been training or perhaps fighting. Maybe some kind of war meeting. He had few interests outside of work after all.

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Now she had a “day off”. Charlie wasn’t particularly sure and what to do. Mors had suggested something that wasn’t related to training that was hard to think of things that she liked to do other than reading. Even to her, reading was training. She was always trying to search through the pages of history to find the best training methods and the best tactics and techniques. The pages of history were always bound to produce results that were second to none. Charlie tapped the tip of her chin with her finger. She plotted and schemed on what exactly she wanted to do in her spare time. “well… I’m not sure. If it’s not training or delving into the pages of history to find new ways to train, I’m afraid that my talents and likes are somewhat….. limited.” Charlie said with a grin. Charlie was thinking about the new repeating crossbow she had seen in the armory, but that was probably related to training. A bit stupid? Probably. Not that Charlie really cared if people thought her interests were crazy, sometimes she wished that she had a chance to really have some fun outside of slicing someone’s head off and make it roll as far as she possibly could. Okay maybe that was a bit much, but Charlie loved a good decapitation as much as the next child of Mars.

She regarded the smirk on Mors’s face, it was rather scary, but it didn’t bother Charlie one bit. She took a long sip from her water bottle. There was a long inch thick piece of ice still in the process of melting. She had stashed a few water bottles in the freezer of the kitchens, knowing that she was royally going to run her Cohort into the ground with training. While she didn’t want to kill off any of her soldiers per say, but she would push them just past their limits. That was the only way a person could get stronger. You know your limits and you just barely step over them to push yourself, which was how someone got stronger. Or in any case it was the best way Charlie knew to make herself and the others in her cohort grow stronger. It made her a pain in the rear when she was talked about amongst the cohort, but she didn’t care. “What would you recommend we do? I don’t know what else there would be to do around here. It’s not like the Romans have many…. Relaxation diversions.” Charlie spoke true, the romans weren’t known for their ways of having fun that didn’t include dismemberment and slicing someone’s head off. Or throwing an offending party to the mercy of wild beasts, that was about all the fun there was to be had.

Charlie wiped her face off with a towel, draping it around the back of her neck to pull the sweat off from under her curls. She pulled the pony tail down before putting it up again. She shook her head, trying to get a cool sensation on the back of her neck to help regulate her heat. To a degree it was working, just not quickly enough. Eventually Charlie just gave in and placed the frigid water bottle against her neck, feeling immediate relief.

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He might have been a little too all inclusive in his statement, this girl had a habit of associating a lot of things with her training after all. He supposed that was a good thing, and it helped her broaden her mind. Though it would be better this way, to get just a little away from her usual training method. To get the little Roman to do something more for personal entertainment than for training. She was a daughter of Mars, so of course she had a bit of his tendencies which nearly perfectly mirrored what the legion asked for from their legionairs. She was even a centurion, and of the first cohort. Quiet the lovely job title, and with plenty of personal responsibility. Another reason to do something for personal entertainment, keep the poor girl from going crazy. She was a girl after all, often people forgot that about those who served in the legion. Those with power, and especially those born to Mars where especially not known for their femininity. Rather fitting since Mars symbol became the symbol for males.

It was obvious to the ancient god that she would have limited interests, at least the ones that would come directly to her mind. "We have time, perhaps while you think of something not training related we can simply do what comes to mind." It was only a day, and not even a full day, but Mors supposed that was a rather good amount of time for a mortal. They lived perhaps a century at the most, and demigods lived far shorter than that. Their lives measured in decades. Mors was not sure how to measure his own life, since he was born before time even started. "Relaxing diversions are a matter of perspective. Though we need not only look at things that cause relaxation. That would assume we go for a slowing of the heart beat, games and sports are also recreation however increase heart rate. In New Rome there exists theaters, stores, food vendors, a lake, and here in camp you have this large field, a chilled pool, and while I asked you avoid training you do seem to take many things away as a type of training. Try to think of it as something entertaining, instead of training, whatever you wish to do." Quite the little speech, he really had not meant to say so much. It happened quite often, him speaking in long elaborate sentences. It seemed to be a trait of the gods, and while he was not the biggest fan of sharing certain traits, he did not despise this one.

Mors had very few people he liked, though he did attempts to find both things to like and dislike about people. The flaws in others and the shining pearls that lay scattered all about a person's personality. It could be very hard at times to pick the pearls out though. It was his way of remaining neutral to, not only to people but to everything that went on. It was not a pleasant task sometimes, being the god of death and dying. He was often described as indiscriminate, and he was glad for it. All mortals died, and even when the immortals where to be locked away it was done in the underworld. For the most part he simply kept the dead where they needed to be, in the underworld. Sometimes people though he would be a hateful person, dragging souls unwillingly to the underworld. He did that sometimes, but for the most part he preferred they come of their free will. He did not like wasting time however, precious time he could spend with his grand children and this camp they lived.

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There was a good deal of things that Charlie could think to do on a day off. She had been meaning to go through some files and re-organize them since someone had gone through it like a miniature tornado. Or working on getting the Armory organized again. That was a hell of a job to do. No matter how many times a day she set the Armory to neat and organized and tidy, some idiots would go through and throw things around like they had little to no sense. It made her mad more than anything in the world than to go back and find that the armory had been destroyed like a pack of Cyclopes had run through it. Or maybe it can be more identified to a minotaur in a china shop (something her mother used to say). But shoving the thought from her mind, she regarded the man standing in front of her. Mors, the god of death, was someone who she felt safe and like she didn’t have to pretend to be something else. She could just be Charlie, be as normal as could be expected from a child of the god of war. Charlie regarded him was a smile in her eyes. Oh he was handsome, and she thought so ever since first meeting him.

Mors spoke once more. His voice flowed melodiously, Charlie couldn’t help but smile. “Are you a lover of Shakespeare or something? Cuz I hear they are doing my favorite play in the theater later tonight if you feel so inclined to join me.” Charlie said, extending the invitation to the immortal that stood before her. Yes she liked Shakespeare to a degree; everyone had a favorite play or sonnet that he had written. After all if it hadn’t been for that particular son of Apollo, they wouldn’t have nearly as many words as they did. “I do like it when you speak like that, it seems very elegant and …” Charlie paused in midsentence, trying to think of how best to describe how she felt about the speech that she had just been given. “It’s beautiful. I swear if more people spoke like you did, there would be no need for demi-gods like me. Everything would probably be sorted out diplomatically.” She said, grinning at him. Charlie never really thought that she could have quite the relationship with him, a god, that she did. From the stories that had been told by some of the others, the gods had always been unapproachable and distant, probably for a good reason too.

Charlie tilted her head up at Mors, he was after all a good bit taller than she was, she tried to meet his eyes. She wondered what he possibly was thinking about. Charlie knew she wasn’t the Augur, she also knew that August had a rough time trying to divine the will of the gods. So there was nearly no surprise when she couldn’t even begin to imagine was Mors was thinking about. “So what’s on your mind?” Charlie asked with a grin as she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, looking at Mors with a questioning smile.

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It was true, Mors rather liked Shakespeare and his works. He disagreed with a few stories and the way people took them now a days, however he did love a good story. If nothing else that man did write wonderfully beautiful stories. Few people now realize how important lightning a mood in a tragedy was, to make a coming disaster weigh more heavily on hearts. Of course it seemed as though humor in general had taken a turn for the worst more recently. He liked comedies. "I would be honored to join you, it has been quite some time since I've been to a play here." It had been quite some time since he had gone to a play anywhere, or done anything for the fun of it. There was always tormenting the fools in the Fields of Punishment, but that was hardly a pass time he wished to share. Though if any could handle that side of him, other than his male grandchild, it might be this young lady.

Mors hung on her every word, and waited feeling the stretch of time more so than usual between this young woman’s words. The slight pause she gave seemed like an eternity, and he certainly knew something about eternity. How strange that a mere mortal could cause him to feel that way. He felt his heart give a small flutter, ever so slight but noticeable next to his normal ability to discredit emotion. After all it was not often he was complimented. This girl certainly knew how to stoke one's ego, though Mors felt she did not do such on purpose. At least he hoped, and perhaps his newly inflated pride helped with that belief. "If people spoke more like me I fear mortals would die before a single argument is settled. I believe a balance is needed, between diplomacy and action." Not that he practiced what he preached, but it was what he believed. That mortal or not a person needed to have both qualities, and especially if one were to be a leader. He thought Charlie did a rather nice job of balancing, especially as a child of Mars, gods know how aggressive that man was. Mors was, what he considered, too easy going at times. However that is a forced trait, something he had started far too long ago to remember how to stop. While Mars needed to be the way he was, Mors needed to be quite different. Death was neutral after all. Every mortal who lives will inevitably die, there is no room for preferences. Though Mors of course had his, and did not regret the time or two, well it was in fact several, that he used what he could to differ someone from dying just once. Only ever once, and only ever family. That was the rule on that one, a rule that was incredibly hard to abide by at times. Especially when he must view the women he once loved with no personality, no memory, nothing at all.

What was on his mind? Oh there was quite a number of things on his mind, considering even now he was in a number of places at the same time. Being a god had that benefit, multiple places at the same time while being connected to all of them. Also the disadvantage of never being off the job. At least not for Mors, though he was pretty sure the other gods didn't take days off either. They caused enough trouble to never stop anyway, Mors was never sure if they did it on accident or on purpose. "I have quite a few things on my mind, though most have to deal with work. Though I suppose you and Shakespeare are some of the few things on my mind at the moment. I wish for you to have a lovely day, and to do as you wish without thinking about your position, or the legion, or anything other than what you wish to do." That was honestly how he felt, that for just a little bit of time people should be selfish. He had seen far too often what happens when people do not. Though it is always in moderation, one does not wish to be like the majority of the gods doing as they please all the time. That just caused chaos.