Land of Gods and Monsters {Edmund}

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The book fell to the floor, opening to some random page and leaving the binding propped open so that it gave the image of a tent slowly deflating. Felicity glared at the book for its incompetence to perform the task she needed it to. The window on the side of the room was still in tact and locked, as was the doorknob, the victim of the books first assault. She leaned into the bed with a long sigh. Honestly, today had to rank as one of the most boring she had experienced in this confinement. Her stomach growling interrupted her unpleasant thoughts as they went from ways to burning down the infirmary to ways to get the infirmary to feed her.

Felicity moved off of the bed, thankful to no longer be in the sheer infirmary gown, that thing was cold to wear, and instead in normal attire of a baggy t-shirt and some comfortable pants, seemed like sweat pants. She couldn't wear anything fitting due to her injury on the side still being there. Still, after a couple days of complaint she was thankful to find these baggy clothes at the foot of her bed, immediately discarding the stupid infirmary gown. She went over to the door of her cell, whoops, sorry, the door of her room and banged her hand on it. The response to the banging was the tired voice of whoever was near her door. After giving her request for food Felicity could barely hear the shuffling of feet making their way away from her door. She smirked as she gripped the door knob, trying it again. She cursed, of course it was still locked.

Felicity paced around the room, hoping for a visitor or something to happen. She passed the book that was the victim of her throwing. She picked it up and looked at the cover which portrayed some playful picture of ancient Rome with smiling gods and mortals. She rolled her eyes and placed it on the surface in her room. Honestly, from what she had read so far the whole thing seemed far from being happy. Sounded like a big pain in the butt. If you were attractive more than likely you would be knocked up by a god and then their kid usually had a sucky life. If that was suppose to make Felicity feel better about her sudden realization at finding out her identity as a demigod, they were far from right. The thing just made her situation even worse. Who would be happy about being a demigod? Especially if they treated their infirmary patients like they were prisoners. "Death seems more inviting than this." Felicity said to no one.

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notes: Hope this work! Let me know if I need to change anything.

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ooc: yay new template! sorry he didn't talk :/ ic: 737 tag: felicity weingarten credit to oblivion with no where to B E L O N G

edmund simons was back to square one. felicity was gone. again. amnesia. the stupid idiot. what the hell had she been thinking? at least she came back...again. edmund had been staring at the infirmary door for what felt like hours. too restless to sleep. too jumpy to go back into the forge. the forge. the stupid place had begun to trigger him again. he had tried. he really had. no luck. six months away had done its damage. it was back to his bush for him. back to his bush and plane carving. it was almost like nothing had changed. sure, kyoto was praetor, someone had died, and there had been a whole mess with lopez, but other then that, nothing had really changed. except everything had. he had a constant craving to need to do... something. plane making while felicity and josh were lying around in the infirmary wasn't cutting it anymore. he thought having them out of his hair would be a relief. after the quest he would never have to deal with the members in close quarters ever again if he didn't want to. instead of relief though, he felt something that could only be described as almost a mild separation anxiety. he was just too used to seeing their annoying faces and listening to their idiotic carrying ons day in and day out, always them, only them. for six. freaking. months. his gaze once again looked to the infirmary door. felicity and josh were in there. felicity who probably didn't even know who he was anymore and joshua who was pretty much lucky to be breathing. he really should pay them a visit.... he really, really should. the plane in his hands began getting flipped repeatedly. it wasn't even a good one; he had cut himself a few times. distracted. conflicted. debating. he knew himself well enough to know that he'd pretty much panic the second he stepped in. edmund had spent a month in there; worse month of his life; okay, second worse month. but they were his quest partners. they had all been through a lot together. things that no one else would ever be able to understand. if anything, that was something to cling on to. as much as he hated himself for even entertaining the thought, the quest members were... and he cut his thoughts off right there. for a moment, he continued his stare off with the infirmary door before making up his mind.  he was going in. edmund stood up, biting his lip slightly as the burn on his ankle smarted. he had been stupid to even consider that he would never let something like that happen to him ever again. in all honesty, he had been surprised that he hadn't gotten burned in the infirmary in the past four years. he put his chin up, shoulders back, steeled himself, and walked himself towards his second greatest fear. the infirmary was just as he remembered it. either that, or he had made up what he had thought about it. he wasn't sure. maybe he was just imagining it over in his nightmares. maybe he was just going insane. either became entirely plausible given edmund's history with the place. he shifted himself through the halls. the nauseating, sterilized smell making his head ache. all he had to do was hold himself together long enough to find one of them, see that they were as okay as they were going to get, and then walk back out. simple. he shut his eyes, praying that his vision wouldn't tunnel and hoping that no one could hear his heart beating. he wasn't going to die in here. he was visiting, not staying. after a few minutes of wandering, he still hadn't had any luck. it was only after catching the sound of Felicity's frustrated voice that he stopped. he backtracked to the door the noise had come from and reached his hand out and tried to knob. locked. no shock there. they had locked him up too when he had been in for an extended stay. he wasn't sure if he was supposed to go in or not, but he didn't care at the moment. it took him less than thirty seconds to pick the lock; at least here he had his powers back. the door swung open and there stood felicity weingarten: book in hand. why wasn't he surprised?

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The sound of the knob made Felicity freeze in place. What sort of medic was going to come in now? Or what "visitor" was going to surprise her and ask her a billion questions to which she had no answer. Honestly, the weirdest thing in the world is having someone come in and exclaim your name and try to hug you. What do you do in that situation. Here was someone who apparently knew you and they were hugging you and in your head you are screaming "Someone get this stranger off of me!". As the door swung open she clenched up, almost expecting a medic to try to shove her back in the bed, which made no sense, she had amnesia, she wasn't crippled. What was with this medic and keeping patients in bed all the time?But, there was no sound of shuffling feet approaching her. Nope, actually, there was barely any sound at all. It was scarily quiet as the only sound was the breath of two people. Fine, Felicity would look first.

The brunette turned her head and looked at the visitor. Something about the guy in the doorway seemed familiar. Her gut was screaming at her something she couldn't understand, but it was friendly. Almost as though she was super glad to see the guy. But why? Were the close before? Probably, but the question is how close? Felicity wondered if perhaps they had dated but her gut seemed to laugh its butt off at that. Okay, she had to give her gut that one. The solitary guy didn't seem like the socializing type. She was probably lucky enough to enter the friend zone with this guy. Oh well, her gut never gave all the answers. No, she still had to talk to people. She knit her eyebrows. What to say, it seemed odd to have to introduce herself all the time, mainly because she was getting really annoyed at the answer everyone seemed to give her, "Yeah, I know who you are." Okay, awesome, not like she got amnesia and forgot all of you and was hoping you would coincide to social norms and introduce your own self or anything.

"Hey." Felicity managed to say. Wow, that was incredibly lame. She tossed the stupid mythology book onto her bed and walked a step closer to the guy, and the open door, but at the moment escaping this place was not first on her mind. She wanted to know this individual. Her gut kept screaming the incomprehensible stuff at her. She wanted to comprehend it. She wanted this stupid amnesia to go away. She wanted to be this guys friend. Okay, where did that come from? Usually her first instinct was to punch everyone and try to find a way out. But no, her annoying gut seemed to have changed course. Fine, whatever, gut leads the way. At least this guy didn't look like a medic. Or, crud, what if he was a medic in disguise. Some weird demigod who had the powers to make people forget about escaping and overall burning down the infirmary. Did those type of demigods exist? She knit her eyebrows at the guy, trying to figure anything out from his body language, which was as silent as he was. Fine, back to words. "You're not a medic are you?" Felicity asked warily. It seemed to make sense, he did access her room without some other medic nearby. Great, now all her defenses were creeping back up again. Though, she supposed that was a good thing, but she also didn't want to end up being mean and having this guy leave completely. Something told her that this guy you had to communicate smartly with if you hoped to take any more steps forward with him. He seemed to be like a mine field. One wrong step and you're done trying to get anywhere further with him.

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ooc: not my original yours worked beautifully! ic: 789 tag: felicity weingarten credit to oblivion with no where to b e l o n g

Edmund took a step forward into the room before stilling completely. the last thing he had expected of himself was to come in here willingly for a visit. A VISIT of all things. he swallowed down his nervousness and dislike of the infirmary and just focused on felicity. nonetheless, his body reacted to his nerves and took on the role of a statue: standing completely still and silent. he kept the respectable between them; letting the familiar sound of silence fill the space between them as she studied her him. The door creaked open a few more inches, rolling with the momentum it had gained when it was first opened. Edmund paid it little to no mind; instead, he focused entirely on the demigod infront of him. felicity weingarten, idiot though she was, existed. now he had living, breathing proof right in front of him. she had cheated death itself. she didn't remember crap, but she was here and alive. despite himself, he exhaled in relief. better felicity with amnesia but with possibility of getting memories back than no felicity at all. a second later, he gave himself a mental slap. away went the sentiment and back came war machine Simons. stupid body betraying him. stupid emotions. for a second there he had actually thought that he was feeling happy to see her. Happy. ugh. the gas from the quest must have addled his brain more than he thought. She was still staring at him and trying to place him; he could almost see her thinking behind her eyes. what had he been to her before? Friend? Foe? Neutral? Acquaintance? Superior? Subordinate? even edmund himself couldn't answer that. if anything, before the quest, their relationship had been one-sided (Felicity) friendship. now, post-quest, what was she to him? ally? annoyance? partner in crime? all of the above? he had seen her dead in one room, as a-- he stopped his thoughts. he had to stop thinking about it. he couldn't think about it. it did no good. he refocused himself on Felicity. her eyebrows were scrunching like they normally did when she was either confused or frustrated. it must have been scary. suddenly waking up with no memories. no idea who you are, where you are, how you got there, the people around you... nothing. just the concept that everyone knew you, but you knew no one alone would be enough to set edmund on edge. then again, edmund had gone though something similar. he had woken up with no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but at least he had all other memories in tact (excluding what happened to him after his ceiling collapsed). then again, now that he thought of it, it would have been almost better to wake up with no recollection of anything at all. better to not have (or in this case not remember) then have and lose it all. Another, short streak of relief ran through him as Felicity decided to open her mouth. A simple hi, but that was fine with him. At least she wasn't attacking him (and by extent pegging him as an enemy). Also, intellectual and automatic functions seemed to be intact. Good. The only drawback to this was that no recognition came. Part of edmund had expected it and had prepared for it, but it was still kind of unnerving. they had spent the last six months around each other for gods sakes. "hi," he returned simply, his face the usual, unreadable mask. he kept his ground as she advanced, and for a moment after, his dark brown eyes zeroed in on the book, watching its somewhat graceful plop on the bed. then his eyes were back on felicity, one step closer to him. her eyebrows scrunched up again, as if she was giving up on the placement mission. ah well, it was a long shot anyway. her memories would come back. they would. they had to. gods. edmund simons being somewhat optimistic for once in his life. the world was going to come to an end. finally, her question made it quite clear that she wasn't going to remember him at this particular moment. besides, if felicity's attitude towards the infirmary was anything like it was when she still had her memories, her thinking that ed was a medic wasn't going to help him. "Oh, gods no," he said, shaking his head slightly and a look of mild disgust flashing across his face. A second or so after that, it truly hit him. She doesn't know who I am.  still something he had been expecting, just unnerving to see played out. ah well, back to square one like with everything else. introductions.  "I'm Edmund Simons."

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Felicity risked a smirk at the way he approached her questions regarding if he was a medic or not. It almost made her want to laugh with his disgusted answer. Note to self: Medics are not awesome people, of course she already knew that. Then her slight smirk became a smile. He wasn't going to be one of those random people who just assumed that since she was close to the person before her amnesia she should obviously know the person. Finally, someone who actually knew the definition of amnesia. Thought it did make her wonder if he knew her before hand. Despite what her gut was yelling at her, she wanted to know herself. Besides, the saying trust your gut could sometimes leave you into a bad situation and that was not something Felicity was eager to approach.

"Nice to meet you." "Again." Her gut added. "My name is Felicity Weingarten." Felicity added. She studied the guy again, knitting her eyebrows. Honestly, it was surprise she didn't have a wrinkle in between her brow at the moment. But she couldn't shake the question. She wanted to know what the old Felicitys relation was to this boy. Her mind kept tinkering with the idea of a tunnel or something. Or maybe a maze. Sounded absurd. Disregard that thought. She took a deep breath as she approached the door and noticed something.

"Did you break in?" She asked with confusion. She was pretty sure they didn't just leave the door unlock. Actually, she knew that for a fact. She had recently tried to open the door. But that leaves the question. If the guy did break in, that must mean he wanted to see her, right? But why? Who was this guy? "Edmund Simons, he just said that. And he's a good guy!" Her gut was basically saying. Honestly, if she could eat something that would make her gut shut up she would horde up on that food just so she could think clearly. She turned and looked at the guy. "And now the question of the hour. Not to sound weird or anything. And you don't have to answer, but I'm curious. Did I know you? I feel like I knew you. Maybe we were acquaintances or something. You don't seem like the guy with many friends..." She paused, well, that sounded rude. She cleared her throat. "uh, sorry, that was mean. I just mean, your demeanor and yeah... um, so... Edmund, right? Thats a nice name." Felicity wanted to face palm. She kept stumbling on words as if she was walking on glass. She didn't want to hurt anyones feelings, especially if the people could have been a friend in the past. It seems that with everyone she was walking on glass and making her nervous which caused her to not be able to gather her thoughts together. Just what the world needed. A stuttering amnesia patient.

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Felicity's old smirk flickered across her face before it gave away into a smile. At least she believed the bit about him not being a medic. Honestly, just the consideration of himself being one made him feel a tad sick. He had never associated the infirmary with good things. Hospitals meant tragedy, sickness, pain, needles, long stays, restraints, locked doors, white walls, odd smells, and people tending to you. Not the kind of life style Edmund was cut out for, basically. Why she was smiling, Edmund didn't know. Smiles usually meant happiness from what he had seen people use them for; closest he ever got was a smirk, and, when he used it, it was usually in a mean, negative context. He looked at her again; perhaps he was wrong, half of her was still looking like she was trying to sort him into a category. Heck, he didn't blame her, that's what he'd be doing too if he suddenly woke up and had no idea who he was surrounded by. For all she knew, he could be a psychopathic killer who had tried to murder her three times. Then again, if this did happen to him... would he still be the same person? Felicity seemed almost... calmer, minus the fact that she was probably confused beyond belief. He gave a curt nod as she said that it was nice to meet him. "Right," he muttered blandly. Stupid social constructs. It was definitely not nice to meet Edmund Simons. Far, far from it. Nice to meet you and your volatile, rude, abrasive, negative personality, emotional constipation, and statue/machine like ways. Then again, they were in the Legion and they had all probably suffered brain damage at one point or another. Maybe they were just crazy to keep saying "nice to meet you", and not noticing it. He nodded as she reintroduced herself, restraining himself from showing anything. She knew her own name, and that was a start. Why tell her off or treat it as derogatory or trivial when knowing just that simple fact was probably progress in her perspective? "Good to see you up... Felicity." They had been in pretty bad shape when they had gotten back from the quest. He hadn't seen her since they had whisked her away to the infirmary. When his last memories included her being burned alive, then happy, then bloody as a pulp, all while under high stress, they tended to run together and confuse the hell out of him. But now he could see the real Felicity infront of him and forget about his disillusioned mind... if only for a few minutes. "Hm?" He snapped his mind out of its tangent. "Oh," he realized, looking at the opened door. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. More specifically, I lock picked the door." Without getting a migraine, thank the gods. Did he mention how good it felt to be able to use his powers without feeling sick? Going along that line of thinking, it was perfectly logical to take away the fact that Edmund wanted to see her. This "wanting to see her" could be taken one of several way; positive ways and negative ways. He could be someone who just wanted to check on her well being or he could be a severely creepy guy. Either way, he broke into her room to see her. He didn't turn around just because the door was locked. Plus, he didn't like the place, but Felicity didn't know that... yet. So the way he got into the room could be seen as kinda desperate. Positive desperate or negative desperate was the question then, which just led back to the question. Person who was just interested in seeing how she was doing or utter creep? Gods, he was over thinking this too much. She didn't go for either option. Instead, she gave up on trying to place him and just asked. He stood there silently until she had finished talking. At her comment about his name, his old smirk flickered across his face for a moment. Then, it was back to business and addressing the real questions. "No, it's fine. You're right. I don't." He gave a slight shake of his head. "Not weird at all," he muttered. "But, to answer your actual question..." Edmund paused slightly, rubbing his neck. Stupid body betraying him again. Gods, was it so obvious that he was bad at this stuff? He could barely even meet her eyes when giving the answer. "Yes... We knew each other. And, yes... I suppose you could call it that." Acquaintances. A million thoughts started to rush through his head. Showing her how to sharpen a sword. Making her Metal Bird. Fixing Metal Bird. Her giving him invention ideas. Watching her recklessly jump off trees. Watching her read under that tree. Realizing she had gone missing. Reading her letter. Burning MB. Her coming back. Her trying to teach him how to play soccer. Shadow following her around camp. Her staying with him, defending him, and putting up with his ways; him not knowing why. Going to McDonald's. Going paint balling. Getting into a car wreck. Going on the quest. Going to Party City. Scaring a congregation. Going to Star Bucks. Endless days, nights, days, weeks, months with the quest team. Playing in the snow like five year olds. Hearing her scream from nightmares. Seeing her look at others like hell fire was in her eyes. Seeing her burned alive by his own doing. Seeing her alive and happy in a world that could have been. Seeing her silently crushed when they all realized what they had dreamt wasn't real. Seeing her bloodied and out cold after battling the monsters. Not seeing her until now, infront of him; with her having no idea who he was or what they had done or what they had been through in the past. "Acquaintances."

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She couldn't help but smile as he said her name. He didn't say "Oh, I already knew that." or something along those lines. No, he was genuinely giving her the chance to just start a conversation and try to get through it. Out of the hand full of people who had made their way through the doors of her infirmary room not one person took the consideration to do that. It made her really happy, but she tried her best to not have some odd, out of place, goofy grin plastered on her face. After all, it would probably come off as weird to him as only she would know the significance of the way he react to her saying her name. It was an incredible feeling! Whether or not her understood the impact of what he did or not, she was happy to be talking to him and associating with him. For once she was agreeing with her gut a hundred percent. This guy was definitely one she needed to talk to and trust.

As he answered her question concerning how he entered she glanced back at the doorknob. It couldn't be that hard to do, right? Perhaps she could ask him to help her out with lock picking. That way she wasn't always so trapped her, she could go out and explore and not stay in this prison that uses a chameleon feature to be perceived as an infirmary. She smirked as she looked back at him. A playful one that had an adventurous, not so great, idea behind it. "Think you can teach me how you did that?" Was she going to reveal why? No. Why? Because she didn't want him to go and be a snitch and tell everyone that she was planning on busting out of the infirmary. Fine, she gets it, she has amnesia. But her wounds were pretty much okay. Sure, she still had to take pain medicine for all the bruises and cuts along her body, especially for the deep gash on her side. Honestly, that had to be a very frightening bit for her to. Waking up to see your body covered in horrible bruises and wounds and not knowing where the heck they came from. Having a restless night would just not cover it. There was no way she sliced her side open from tossing and turning at night. Not unless her bed was some weird mythological piece of furniture that turned into a monster when demigods sleep. So yeah, besides some pain due to her injuries there was really nothing more the infirmary could do for her, unless they were going to hold her for testing or were keeping an eye on her for some odd reason, honestly that must be a boring job, watching an amnesic demigod pace around her room, read, and sleep. Hope that person got good pay.

She paid a close eye on the demigod in front of her as he rubbed the back of his neck at her question. Was it really that difficult to answer? Felicity figured acquaintances would fit any relation she might have with someone previously. She knit her eyebrows as he seemed to try to come up with a better word, lost in his thoughts for a few minutes. What memories were flashing through his head at the mention of the question? Had she caused him pain before in any way? Or were there many good memories? She frowned as her heart seemed to ache. It wasn't fair that all these people had memories involving her and had a past, a relation and here she was, with nothing. She wished that whatever had caused her amnesia had just killed her because this was just brutal torture. The only times she thinks she might have a memory is if its stupid pointless rubbish or the nightmares, gods the nightmares. She hated them, she didn't know if they were just normal nightmares or part of her darkest memories peeking out through her subconscious, either way she hated them. As the final word came out of the demigod in front of her as he seemed to vaguely agree with the title she gave to whatever relationship they had previously.

She looked back at the open door, then to the demigod in front of her with a smile. "Come on, lets get out of here. You can show me what acquitancy stuff there is to do around camp. Or, I don't know, we can just get out of here for fun. This place is too..., not for me." Felicity said as she walked to the door frame, turning to see how his reaction would be to the sudden outburst of a prospective adventure.

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in all honesty, edmund did feel like he was re-meeting her all over again. right now, she wasn't acting anything like the felicity weingarten he had known for the past few months. like old felicity or not though, she was still felicity; all her past qualities were probably just buried deep, waiting to be remembered, unleashed like a torrent: reckless, adventurous, sometimes sassy, and all around confusing (to him). he saw her smile as he said her name. see? what'd he say? confusing felicity weingarten. edmund knew how to read facial emotions; sorting out the reasoning behind them (particularly the happy ones) was a different story all together. no matter what her reason though, edmund couldn't help but feel some sort of gratitude that she was still talking to him. after all this time, especially after watching other people converse, he had finally come to the realization that he wasn't the easiest to converse with unless it was a verbal bashing. more times than not, talking to him civilly was like talking to a wall. he kept tight lips, small talk was pointless, and he certainly didn't take many pick ups to open conversation that well. good thing he was okay with silence. he followed her eyes to the open door. the possibility of escape was probably presenting itself to her. if she hated the infirmary as much as she had before, then leaving when given an open door opportunity was optimal. edmund was 100% sure that he would take it if he was in her position. well, actually he had tried to take it on several occasions; only difference was, he had been strapped down and couldn't move anywhere from the bed. at least they hadn't resorted to that on felicity for the time being. that's when her playful smirk came back. he had seen that look before. right before they had started a snowball fight, after he had proposed the idea to freak out the congregation, when felicity decided she wanted a star bucks detour. in other words, maybe she was starting to remember some of her old, adventurous habits. at her question, edmund had to let his face slip into a smirk. "definitely." trying to teach her how to do something. that was something he had done when they had first met. how... appropriate. he remembered: he had tried to teach her how to sharpen a sword, only to realize that she was semi terrified of the sparks. stupid jupiter. although, in a way, he was kind of like her. not a fan of fire or anything that could cause it. now, meeting round two, and it was on to wanting to learn how to lock pick. well, at least it didn't involve any sparks. besides, what was one more tool in the "ways we can get into trouble" arsenal? trouble had been felicity's name and edmund certainly didn't mind sticking his nose into places he didn't belong either. lock picking could turn out to be useful, as demonstrated a few weeks ago. not only could it open chests to what they had been searching for for six months, but he supposed it could also aid in being an escape artist and all of that other stuff. either that, or the lock picker could just use it to annoy others. as edmund watched her for possibly any more signs of recognition, he began to think. of course, he had warned himself against that sort of thing, because it usually led him no where but nightmares and over thinking, but it still happened. who else had paid her a visit? remus? charlie? ethan? lyn? pluto? ashby? josh was out of the count for now. he wondered if they had been able to trigger any sort of memories. remus and charlie would be the two most obvious. positive connections: love interest and best friend. pluto could be another runner up as well if he was going by how much emotion (or there lack of), positive or negative, that the person (or god) evoked. he wondered if felicity still found the gods as annoying as she did when she still had her memories about her, but that was to be seen. baby steps. talking regularly first (as if asking for lock picking lessons was normal [well, it was, welcome to the legion]) and then moving on to the big, morally ambiguous questions. as he paused to come up with acquaintance, he saw her eye brows come together again. hence another mental kick. his delay was probably just confusing her more. he could've said something different, but didn't exactly what to put himself in that position. a few moments later, she did something entirely felicity like. she suggested leaving. thank the gods he didn't have to stay in here. he opened his mouth to respond in the affirmative, before hesitating. he thought back a moment, how she had walked up to him. she didn't seem to be in any pain or anything, although pain medications did wonders (as he knew all too well). she didn't seem to have a limp and it didn't seem like her side was bothering her as she walked... all in all, she looked much better, and moved like it too. sure, some remaining bruises, but not as bad as she looked coming into camp. with his criteria of a nonprofessional once over satisfied, he let his face slip into a smirk. "same here, let's go," he agreed, turning his back and walking out of the room.

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As he smirked in answer to her first question she couldn't help but feel some form of excitement deep down. It definitely didn't have anything to do with lock picking a door, that wasn't something to get excited about, plus, why would his smirk influence lock picking excitement? This guy was turning out be an enigma to her. She just wanted her brain to figure him out. Gods, why was he so hard to figure out. That almost emotionless expression, the few little words. What caused him to not be so social? Whatever it was Felicity wanted to get past it. She knew this guy could be a great friend. She just had to talk to him, take baby steps.

As his face slipped into a smirk again from her second question as he made his way to the door, Felicity smiled as she watched him walk past him but blinked as a flicker of action took place in her head. Paint, him covered in paint and fun. She studied him a bit before following. It was rare that something like that had happened. First time a person actually triggered it. Had to have been a memory, it just had to be one. It was a memory with him and they were doing something that involved them getting covered in paint but they weren't at camp. Didn't exactly help with her understanding something at all but it was a little fun memory to have at the moment. Felicity studied his back as they walked a little bit. There was just something about him that made him different from the others who had come to visit her. True, she had heard the comments that people were surprised Praetor Stone didn't jump start her memories. Apparently her and that guy had a strong relationship, and not in the platonic sense either. It was weird to think of having a romantic involvement with someone you don't even know. Though, apparently that happened in some cultures of this weird world. Being thrown into a romance with a stranger, so weird. Plus, not to mention it was annoying how the rumors circulating that things would just go to normal. Maybe she didn't want it to go back to how it was, however it was. Sure, that was Felicity of the past, now this was amnesia Felicity. Sure, the old balding guy had said she would remember some of her memories given time, but that didn't mean she would ever be the same person. The Felicity was unearthing now and the dormant old Felicity would end up clashing and making a mix of old and new Felicity. She might be the same person physically, but inside she knew some things were probably different about her now.

Felicity put her head down as a medic rushed past. She wasn't suppose to be leaving her room for some unbeknownst reason, but it wasn't going to stop her, she just had to avoid detection. At least there seemed to be something going on that made the staff frantic and not caring about two people walking past. Still, perhaps they should take a back door. "Hey Ed, not the front." Felicity said as she nodded towards a hallway coming up that she knew lead to a backdoor from one of her previous escapes. She knit her brow after that sentence though. She had called him Ed, not Edmund. Weird. But it seemed kinda natural. More natural than calling him Edmund all the time. Ed or Simons, that seemed to fit him more. Felicity hoped that he didn't mind the shortening of his name. She didn't really have a name that could be shortened, well, unless you wanted to call her Feli, but that seemed odd, so she really had no idea how people reacted to a shorter name. At least you called people by their last names usually for sports. Well, she at least thought so.

She knit her brow more as a headache started to come forth. She was getting close to unraveling something of a memory, she could feel it. Some connection was trying to be made but couldn't finish due to an unfinished circuit or something. It was like having a word at the tip of your tongue but never being able to recall what word you wanted to use. That was how her memory was treating her. No matter how much she tried to think about whatever it was that caused the headache no other information was coming forth. It was enough to make her want to slam her head against a wall in frustration and curse out the world. But no, she couldn't do that. She didn't want to appear weak or unable to handle her situation. No matter how much agony or anguish or anxiety this caused her she would keep her head up high and try to figure it out herself and not show the misery hidden beneath the mask of confidence. As she continued to walk down the hallway looking at Edmunds back she couldn't help but remember that breif reflection of memory she had back in her room and felt the need to inquire about it. Seemed too out of character for it to be true yet, it was so vivid in her head that it couldn't be a daydream, plus why on Earth would she daydream that? "Did you ever get covered in paint in the past with me present? She asked, only realizing after how odd of a question it was and feeling the urge to mentally face palm herself.

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ooc: all good! sorry, mine's a little shorter! ic: 809 tag: felicity weingarten credit to oblivion with no where to b e l o n g

reading legionaries was hard. most of the people here stayed complete mysteries. well, technically, they didn't have to stay that way, history wise, with the principia and all. oh yes, the principia... he really did have to set another burn it down date. but personality and mental wise, not everyone was readable. edmund didn't know how readable he was but he did know that only very few people ever came close to figuring him out. or rather, only a few proved it to him. then again, how close they came was a different story entirely; miles off or inches away, the only important matter was that they had tried and had gotten something right, be significant or not. old felicity had been one of the few people. of course, their trust had always been shaky, more on his side probably than on hers. for one, edmund didn't trust easily if at all. but then she ditched him, leaving only a note and a turned of metal bird in her place. she came back though...and they had to start (almost) all over. from that point on, felicity had slowly made progress. it was almost sad that she had to start all over. as of the moment, she was no closer to figuring him out than when she had been when she walked through the forge doors and asked him to fix her sword. even before the medic passed right infront of them, edmund had heard him coming. it was from the long hours he had spent in a room, similar to felicity's. that, plus he had been more on edge since coming back to camp. edmund took an involuntarily step backwards as a medic swept down the hallway. he knew full well that he wasn't a patient here, but this place just did him in. he turned slightly, hearing felicity's suggestion and nodding in agreement. so, back to being ed for him. it was kind of odd, after getting called simons by her for nearly all of the six months, but kind of nice too. it was back to informal and before all the turmoil; almost a regress, which, in felicity's case it was, but kind of calming all the same (for him, anyway). he more associated being called simons by his enemies and during training in all honesty. after the medic had cleared, edmund stepped off again, moving down the hallway that led to the back door. is this the way he had run out or had it been the front? it seemed so long ago, and edmund really hadn't taken the time to consider what door he had run out of. all he had seen where two open doors, so he had launched out. now, with obvious self control, edmund forced himself to do what he hadn't done the day he got discharged: he forced himself walk down the hall way and towards the back door calmly. he tried his best to breathe normally, as if he had every right to walk out of the back door with felicity (who was still technically their patient who shouldn't be leaving without consent, but whatever, forget about rules). she demanded his attention again as a question came out of her mouth. edmund almost stopped in surprise, but the constant reminder of where he was kept him walking on. for a few moments, he didn't trust himself to open his mouth. but then another feeling, almost as strong as his want to panic rose up. the relief that she remembered something. he hesitated a moment longer. he didn't want to keep her waiting, thinking that she was just making up things when she was actually correct, so he took a breath and tried to suppress his obvious infirmary nerves. she remembered something; something random and so out of timeline, but it was something, it was a start, and that was all that mattered at the moment; that thought was the only thing that pushed him to open his mouth. "yes..." he said quietly. "we...." he tried to block out the views of the different patient rooms on either side of him, "we went paint balling once." he couldn't stop the very small, semi smile that ghosted onto his face. they had had so much... fun that day; it had been unreal. it was also the day felicity had gotten them into a car crash and edmund had started talking again after his stay in the infirmary and near month of being a mute. "as you said, i got covered. we both did. our clothes were a wreck." finally, the door was in reach. edmund took hold of the door handle, turned, and pushed it open. about time too. he was done trying to act calm in here. with one jump, he was off the steps and back into the fresh air.

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Felicity was beating herself up inside at the silence. Perhaps she had gotten it wrong. Maybe her brain had come up with something fun and made it seem like a memory because she was so desperate for one. Of course it seemed out of place, it probably never happened. What was she even hoping would come out of it? More memories, real friends, something normal? Ha! She was lucky enough that this guy in front of her was even still talking to her. Talking to her and treating her not like an amnesic person. That made her knit her eyebrows. Yet it was true, out of all her visitors, he was the one treating her like a normal person. It was almost, nice. Now instead of internally beating herself up she was trying to repress a smile. Then he answered. She exhaled in relief. Good, it wasn't her brain playing some nasty horrible trick against her. But no, it actually was a legitimate flash of memory. She wanted to jump up and down out of happiness. Finally, her first memory concerning another individual! It was one thing to remember your favorite kind of pizza, but to remember something regarding a friend? That was a whole different level, well, close, I mean, pizza is kinda high ranking too. But, seriously, this was her first memory in regard of another person and it seemed to be something normal. She went paint balling with the male, they both ended up covered in paint. She smirked as she tried to imagine it. They either worked together or were hardcore competitive against one another.

She followed him out the back door and closed it behind her, leaning against it, making sure it was shut as she took a deep breath of fresh air. Freedom, finally. Of course, it never lasted long but it was best to try to make the most of it while she had the opportunity. "I'm sure the camp just loved the fact we did that." Felicity replied sarcastically with a hint of a smirk as she sat up, no longer leaning against the door, and jumped down from the top step onto the grass. She did turned her head, surveying the area. She didn't know why but she always seemed to survey areas now as if she was checking for something to pop out and attack her or something. It was odd but it seemed like her muscles had more memories than their owner did. Oh well, at least it was something.

She looked back at Edmund. "I'll admit, I didn't plan this far ahead. So, now what? What is it that the notorious Edmund Simons does for fun around here?" Felicity asked before smirking. "Better question, what does anyone do for fun here? Not exactly a theme park here." Then again, what was a theme park? Oh well, it seemed to fit into the sentence well enough. If it didn't make any sense she was sure the individual in front of her would give her a weird look or call her out on it. Or not, maybe just leave her in her oblivious bliss, not so blissful, land.

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ooc: all good ic: 728 tag: felicity weingarten credit to oblivion with no where to b e l o n g

if anything, his escapades with felicity had given him memories, something normal to cling to, and even a .... well. not that she exactly remembered being that to him, but he remembered being it to her, even if she never knew. she had dropped the suggestion once or twice, but he had always denied it, so it stayed as a once sided. whether or not she accepted that in her head or not before this happened was an entirely different story though. it was just good that she had remembered something. but remembering around him about something that concerned him, of all people? he would of thought for sure: stone or jolly, but no. yet another way felicity weingarten continued to confuse him; although, that could of been her amnesia just giving her random memories at random times. at least it had been a good memory. a memory of time that included adventure and fun, a spark of her old, mischievous personality (not that it wasn't showing with them running out of the infirmary, but still). now that the memory came out of their mouths, edmund had to wonder. how the heck had felicity managed to make him agree to this stuff? okay, fine, granted she had shocked him out of being a mute and then dragged him to the paint ball place. so shock could account for that. but mcdonalds? star bucks? okay, the congregation thing had been his idea. but still. happy meals? he could see her smirking at him and could almost hear her inner monologue: edmund simons with a happy meal, that'd be a sight. you're supposed to be happy while eating it, that's the point. be grateful i'm not bringing you to the happiest place on earth. a small smirk flickered across his face and then disappeared. he supposed after getting brought to las vegas and being forced to order a happy meal with her (and rogers, who had tagged along), going to star bucks didn't seem as crazy. being outside calmed him down slightly. of course, being outside for six months, you made nature your home. but at the same time, outside meant for monster attacks (not saying that they couldn't break into a structure, but for the most part, edmund had always been attacked outdoors). oh well, at least it wasn't in the infirmary. anything (except the forge) was better than the infirmary at the moment. but still, habits from the quest died hard, especially since they were prone to monster attacks at any time. like everything, it took its toll, and edmund had returned to camp on edge and hypervigilant at almost all times. the "seeing more than you should" part of adhd was no help either. he cast a wary eye around them before opening his mouth. "they never knew, I don't think," edmund mused. finally satisfied with their safety (or as safe as you could get at the legion), he started to walk towards the central camp grounds. "we went by a swimming pool, washed it off, I think we even hijacked dry clothes," he said with a hint of a smirk, the memory of it coming back to him. he couldn't imagine the trouble that they'd be in if they both appeared, back at camp, sopping wet and covered in paint. of course, edmund wouldn't have cared, but still, paperwork, probably a disciplinary hearing or whatever that edmund would probably just tune out. disciple blah blah, you did something wrong, blah blah. we're the authorities, blah etc. he turned to her as she started talking. after hesitating for a moment, he shrugged. "I don't do fun, no one here really does." felicity's adventures were the closest he'd ever seen to truly fun recreation. then again, there was that kid who blew bubbles and played some weird clarinet, oboe thing, but those didn't count. besides, edmund did not blow bubbles. "i mean, depends on what a person counts as fun. some of us are a bit sick enough to count training as fun, so there's that. people go into the forge to make stuff, there's a forest to walk around in, a lake..." edmund stopped momentarily infront of a tree and looked up. "you liked hanging out in that tree." hanging out, climbing, reading, jumping off, sleeping. heck, it had just, on some weird silent agreement, become hers.

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Oh, so the camp never knew. Weren't they just a rebellious duo. Sneaking out, doing random stuff, making sure they didn't get caught. Honestly, who was it that came up with the idea for these adventures? Was it him? Or was it her? Either way it seemed amazing they were able to do that. Able to get away from this place and try to have some sense of a normal teenage life. Once she figured out how she was able to get out of camp the first times, she would definitely continue the escapes. And heck, she'd probably even ask Ed if he wanted to go to. At least then she could have a, a what? He had said acquaintance but she wanted to say friend. She frowned slightly at that, hopefully not too noticeable. If they had done stuff like this why couldn't they call themselves friends? In Felicity point of view she saw that as something friends did, do, will do. Fine, she'll call him friend in her mind, after all, she could call people whatever she wanted to in her head. She could call the male in front of her Mr. Eddiekins the conqueror if she wanted, but she won't.

Felicity smirked at his comment though. He doesn't do fun. He went paint balling and paint balling sounds like fun, therefore Ed does fun. Obviously he wasn't going to admit that so Felicity was left to just question everything and everyone in her head, again. Though she couldn't stop the question coming out of her mouth next as he continued talking. "So what do you count and don't do as fun?" Yes, she knew he just said he didn't do fun but then he went and started talking about how people saw fun as different things. He probably saw something as fun, right? Maybe breaking into infirmary rooms was his version of fun. Granted, that was a really strange thing to be seen as fun but to each their own. She was too busy absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't see Ed stop and ran into his back before stepping away, muttering a sorry. She looked at the tree in front of her, the one Ed had mentioned. It didn't seem special. Though she did feel a sort of connection to it. It seemed like a good place to think and to forget about stuff. Maybe with the heat of the sun, a good place to take a nap. It seemed a bit bare at the moment though without all the leaves. She glanced around the base of the trunk and saw the leaves piled around it. She walked past Ed and bent down to pick up a leaf, knitting her eyebrows slightly.

She started to tear off the pieces of the crinkled leaf. As the leaf pieces piled up in her hand she titled it and let them float to the ground. She closed her eyes for a moment as a breeze past by. She had that feeling again. Like something on the tip of her tongue that she couldn't get out, except that it was on the tip of her mind and she couldn't remember. This tree, the leaves, the tearing apart of the leaves. It seemed like something from so long ago, almost another life time. She stayed bent down, eyes clenched shut. She was feeling a surge of emotion but she didn't want to falter. No, she wasn't going to cry or anything in front of this guy, this, stranger. But he was just walking with her and they happened across the tree. It wasn't his fault. Felicity opened her eyes and stared at the tree before standing back up with a deep breath. "Nothing." Felicity said in a different tone than her usual self.

It was a half truth though, there was no flash of memory like she had had before, but just a feeling of, not sure what to describe it. Just that it had been forever ago since she was at the tree. How long was forever though? Could it have just been her brain making it feel like forever even though it might have just been a few weeks ago but due to the amnesia, it was longer? No. She had to stop asking so many unanswered questions to herself. She would get no where. She couldn't ask the medics of the praetor that visited her either. They shied away from some truths, not wanting to reveal it all. She turned and looked at Edmund. Would he do the same thing? Only one way to find out. "How long was I gone from here?" Felicity asked in regards to the tree as she nodded towards it. She was expecting the disappointment of the muttering some random nonsense that automatically switched to a change in topic. That always happened. She wouldn't be surprised if he did that, she would just find out some other way. Files, every place had files. The infirmary did and probably the main building of camp had some too on all their occupants. She would find out that way.

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ooc: sorry for the wait! ic: 877 tag: felicity weingarten credit to oblivion with no where to b e l o n g

Not to say that they beat the Mercury kids in stealth, but they had been able to sneak out of camp multiple times without anyone knowing. Two rebellious kids who had been trapped in Camp for too long. Edmund had forgotten how much he had missed the world outside of Camp until Felicity had tackled him into a shadow. Even if many things around the world hadn't changed in seven years, it was still nice to see that a world still existed outside their little Roman bubble. Even if that outside world was much more dangerous, it had been worth it. Of course, the first time, on their run to McDonald's, Rogers ended up finding them, but he hadn't tailed them or anything. He had just been at the same time at the same place, of all times, of all places. The world loved smacking him on the back of the head. Too lazy for coincidences, too mean to just leave him alone. All of them. All the demigods. Like this impending war. They had just had one three years ago and now another one was upon them? Okay, they had been trained to fight since age ten or younger, but still, Edmund didn't actually want to use his training three times in a row in the span of three years. His eyes shifted, looking around the space they approached, searching for danger. Stupid quest habits dying hard. They weren't going to get attacked here. This place was safe from monsters. Then again, if someone from camp was extremely ticked off at him, they could decide to attack him. In all possibility, it could happen. Edmund hadn't accumulated friends at this camp, just acquaintances, neutrals, annoyances, and enemies. Felicity, he wasn't even going to try to place, even though he just had. His agreement with the acquaintances? Just for the sake of not confusing her anymore than she already was and to keep himself sane. Not that he was sane to begin with, but just to not let himself slip up any more than he already had since coming back. The tree's leaves had fallen off with the winter. The cold that zapped life. It had given the questers a cold after an afternoon of acting like five year olds: playing in the snow. Snowmen, snow angles, and snow ball fights. How immature and child like could they get? A small smirk flickered over his face before the tree infront of him zoomed back into focus. In his mind's eye he could see Felicity jumping off the tree or dozing in it, maybe even with a book in her lap. Zapped back to the present, he gave a slight shrug, still gazing at the tree. Yet another testament of how long they had been gone. This tree, the newly sprouting trees, the camp deaths, the new praetor, the new head of infirmary, the new centurions... not to mention Jadis running him into the ground because of her sheer size. Six months. Long time. "Training," he muttered in response to her questions. Outings with you, working in the forge, and making airplanes, he added silently. Then he gave himself a mental slap. No. That was pre-quest. Turns out he didn't need to give himself a mental slap. Felicity gave his whole back a slight push as she walked into him. He automatically took a step forward and tensed before inhaling and getting himself under control. "It's fine," he shrugged, looking around at her. "My bad for stopping short." It was just... this tree and her... so many times. So many associations. He watched in silence as Felicity picked up a leaf, tore at it, and then gently let it fall back to the ground. Question of the hour though: did it evoke anything? She must have been reading his mind or having a similar hope, because she responded in the negatory. Her voice tone changed though. Edmund just looked at her blankly and gave a nod of acknowledgement. It was a shot in the dark, anyway. Things like memory restoration, if it was to happen, took time. He had to keep reminding himself of that. This was going to be a long, hard, frustrating road. Then she asked a question. How long. That meant the tree evoked...something. Okay fine, whatever if it wasn't a full memory, but a feeling, spacial time recognition. Anything. Edmund was good with anything at this point: feeling, memory, intuition, questions, gut, whatever. It was a rare, one time thing, but more than anything, Edmund just wanted Felicity to talk his ear off about stuff. He doubted that would happen any time soon though. "Six months," he stated. Short, blunt, abrasive, to the point, Edmund Ryan I-Don't-Sugar-Coat-Anything Simons. If he had the answers to what she was asking, he'd give them. No qualms, no questions asked. Besides, if Felicity had her right mind, she'd want him to tell it to her straight. She had a right to know anything and everything about her past if she wanted to and he certainly wasn't going to stop her. No, if anything, he'd just help her along wherever he could. His turn to look out for her.

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There's no remedy for memory Six months. It had felt like a long time, but was six months really that long of a time? Either way now she knew. The little trickle of memories the flowed out of her dam, blocking her memories, that brought about more questions was always annoying her. Why couldn't whatever had wiped her memories done a better job? Make sure that there would be no cracks in the dam that could result in a flooding at a later point in time. It was a nuisance. All she wanted to do was take a hammer and start pounding on the cracked portion in hopes of changing the soft trickle into a fast rapid roaring out. Sure, she might drown as she suddenly remembers everything she forgot and she would have one heck of a whiplash, but it would be worth it in the end. She would have the answers to all the questions in her head that are always left unanswered. Why did she get sideways glances, what were the echoing whispers outside of her infirmary door referring to. What caused all those injuries. The injuries, her hand went and held her side that was currently bandaged over a long slice extending along her side, how did the injuries happen? That was a really big question that entered her mind the first time she looked at herself in the infirmary. Even to those she doesn't have answers to. Nobody seemed to want to talk about anything, tell her anything. Well, Edmund was willing. No matter what their relationship was in the past, acquaintance, whatever, he was being a true friend now, and Felicity needed that. She needed someone to be true to her, tell her the truth. She needed her friend. She walked closer to the tree and ran her hand along the bark, a soft smile automatically appearing on her face. She went to grab one of the lower branches and looked at the space between the branch and the ground. It wasn't too much of a distance. Her other hand went to grip the branch to and she went to hoist herself up, but halfway through the lift she felt the sharp pain on her side from the wound, she let go and stumbled to the ground, letting out a soft curse as her feet landed in the dead grass. "Doesn't look like I'll be hanging out in it anytime soon." She said as she dusted the dirt off her hands and looked at Edmund. Studying him again, since that seemed to be all she did with people nowadays. There was a bit of him that was attractive, the silent and serious type was always appealing, but no. That was just a thought. She walked over to him. A playful thought milling about in her head. For some odd reason the pessimism that was floating around her regarding her amnesia was suddenly gone. She was with a friend so why not have fun? Why be all deep and depressed? There was no fun in that. Besides, this place reeked of no fun, that needed to change, somehow. "Lets do something fun. Anything. Just be impulsive. First thing that comes to your head, lets do it." Felicity said with a playful smirk etched onto her face and that seemed normal, like her old self. True, it may only be trickle escaping the dam holding back her memories but she was at the base of it with a hammer, hitting away at it.  Word: 624 OOC: Sorry for the wait and for the length but I hope you like it. And first post with the template!! Thanks Rhia!!! Lyrics from Dark Paradise by the Lana Del Rey Code done by step