Out in the World [Nick]

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Free. Her weapon, her shield, her best friends; not here. Not with her. She never before felt this vulnerable. This broken. That's the type of freedom she was given. Saturn had taken her from the camp dungeons and brought her to this fortress of black marble. Alone. She had wanted it this way right? Since the beginning, she wanted to be alone. The heavy weight on her chest threatened to push all air from her lungs. She never wanted to be alone. She never wanted to push everyone away. She wanted friends. She wanted people to trust. She wanted so much, but always pushed it away. She wanted someone to save her. She wanted someone to stop her. Tears threatened to fall, burning her eyes as she started laughing. First it was low, sounding something near sobbing, but it got more high pitched and a bit unnerving as time went on. Standing in the black marble halls, empty for now, she laughed. Laughed at herself, laughed at how foolish she was. No one wanted her as a friend, no one was going to save her. Slowly her laughter dies down. She had to do everything for herself. Everything. She always made it work some how. The only time she ever got help was when she was seriously about to die. How stupid, they should just let her. That woman who stopped the man from shooting her, Saturn who broke her out before she was put to death. Which was where that interrogation was obviously going. A deep breath and she began to speak clearly in latin, her words echoing off the empty walls, the statues of Titans looming over her as she healed her wounds. When she was done she moved and cracked, popping her bones into their more desirable places. Sleeping on a cold stone floor was not the best thing ever. No weapons. Right, she'd have to remedy that. Exploring the building might let her come across some kind of armory, they were bound to have one of those right? Sure, Rhiannon the girl who could get lost anywhere was going to explore a large palace of Titan glory. Brilliant. She walked straight down the hall, poking her head in here and there to see what she could find. Broken walls, torn rooms. Right, only a month ago this place had been rubble after all. Looking out through a broken wall she could see the mountain side, looking down, she realized she was maybe on the second floor. Poking her head out of the actual wall she looked around more. Looking up, to the side, wherever. Down the hall there looked to be some kind of tower, probably with stairs going up so she could over look everything. Sounded like a good plan. Rhiannon hated her plan. She hated stairs, and at a high altitude. This sucked, thin air, long stairs. She didn't give up, it was a good work out for her now burning leg muscles. She'd start running up and down these stupid stairs until it didn't hurt so much anymore. Also when her lungs stopped struggling so bad for the oxygen they were used to at a lower altitude. Throwing open the door at the top she took in a deep breath of fresh mountain air. It smelled so much better than that at camp, like pine and mountain flowers. Breathing heavily she made her way to the wall edge, sitting on one of the lower outcroppings. Letting out a bit of painful noise as she rubbed her legs.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you'll let him in Father tell me if you can Oh that grace, oh that body Oh that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Tag: Nick Words: 594 OOC: Armor + Sword

Lyrics from Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
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Notes: Hope this is ok. I said that it was a week after Rhiannon escaped.

Black... everything was black, the walls, the floor, the ceiling... the future... everything was like that with the Titan, but it was a good place to be for someone in Nick's position. He continued walking around, looking what was going to be his new home at least till war started or someone killed him in battle, which he didn’t think could happen soon, Saturn seemed to be preparing everything for the next War and him being a titan had all the time in the world… well in his case it wasn’t just because he was immortal, but because he was the Titan of time.

Saturn left nick there just a couple of minutes ago. He knew that Rhiannon Warlow was there too, she escaped from Principia’s dungeons just a week before all of that had happened, before his world was twisted and turned up-side down in a single day, so he knew she was in that place, but the place was so big that he would have to spend some time getting used to the place and also sometimes checking around to find her. So first things first, he would get used to the place first.

He walked around and he saw hundreds of rooms in different levels, some were smaller room as if they were designed for those who were low level soldiers, there were even some with no windows, just like whole in the stone. "¡Un lugar perfecto, para una bestia!" -“Perfect place for a beast…”- he said and looked at his hands again, blood was almost dry and already sticky on his pale skin, images of how the brave sons and daughters of Mars, his relatives, at the moment of the fight had almost begged for their lives, he had turn in what he had hated the most his whole life, but in that moment his eyes were blind with pain and hate, all what he could see was blood-red.

Nick shook his head and kept walking down the hall, he had done it because it had to be done, if the gods weren’t going to stop that kind of people from hurting innocent ones, then he would have to do it. Saturn had given him the chance to pick his own room and given him the freedom to be there with no watch over his shoulders, then he would take a bit of advantage of it. Why taking the smaller rooms when he could take whichever he wanted as long as it wasn’t the Throne Room… and well that with some good plan and strategy could also be taken away from the hands of the Titan.

Finally after some more walking and walking up some stairs, he finally got to some nice rooms, well nice because they were wide and had some really cool huge windows at the end of them. He walked into one of those rooms and stood near the windows and saw the high cliff that was right under his marvelous windows. Well, that was an amazing view, so why not to take it? He turned and saw that the room had been made in the very ancient style of Greek/Roman construction… well in fact it was older than Romans and Greeks, he saw the high stone at the wall, it was horizontal and wide, perfect for a bed. He would have to get some thick leather and also some fur, or winter kind of bed covers. But it was perfect. Then he looked around and saw that the room didn’t have a bathroom included. He took off his armor and threw it on the black floor making a very loud noise that echoed in a wide part of the ruined castle, it would be impossible not to know that he was there.

“Bien, bien… Voy a tener que encontrarlo… no quiero irme a dormir con toda esta porquería sobre mi…” -“Okay… I’ll have to find it… I don’t want to go to sleep with all this filth over me…”- he said looking again to his hands. The fact was that it wasn’t just his hands the ones covered in blood, also his armor, his clothes under it, his neck and face, his blond hair, once silky and messy, now was spiked in several points because of the already dried blood all over it.

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Rhiannon found herself trying to match the fortress around her, cold, black marble with no give. Solid, hard, unyielding. That's what she wanted. No one was here to help her, no one was ever going to really help her. Ever. Josh tried, bless his idiotic soft heart, but failed in the end. She'd kill him. Not with the blade he gave her, as unfortunate as it was to not have it, it was also a release. She had nothing to remind her of him anymore, save for the small bit of cloth. She tried to discard it, but could never bring herself to do it. It was always with her, and an unfortunate emotional outlet at times. How often she had fallen into a bout of sadness and depression because of it. Missing the one who put it on her finger. Her mind and heart were torn though. Did he love her? The liar? The thief? Was it real? Was he faking? She stopped visiting her. Or was he stopped? He broke in to free her right? Shouldn't he have come to check on her even if they tried to stop him? If it was real. It drove her into a corner, the thinking. Her mind was merging with that thing that spoke to her. She'd begun to listen to it, talk to it. She had to be careful not to do it aloud, not when people were around at any rate. Her room was stocked and comfortable already. She stopped caring, she didn't pay for anything anymore. She knew how to steal, and she had spells to turn herself and the things she had on her invisible. More than likely after a bit of talking with the Titan Saturn she might even be able to stall time for a little while. There had to be a spell for that. There was a spell for everything. The more power you wanted, the more energy it took, that was the limits to magic. A circle was etched into the floor of her room, a teleportation circle. She could teleport back in the blink of an eye if she had the right rune stone on her. Which she always kept on her. She could only do a spell or two a day when making them into stones, and they only lasted a week. But in the end that was twelve extra spells she wouldn't have had before. Or that was the preparation theory. For now she kept only two or three runes on her for emergencies. The rest of her time and energy was spent on either getting supplies, or planning. She took up two rooms to be honest. One was her bed room, the other something like a small library and arms room. She never found the ones in the large building. Perhaps they were still in the crumpled broken down part of the fortress. Laying on her plush bed covered in soft fluffy fur blankets and pillows she acquired, to include a memory foam topped, she threw knives at the ceiling. "Bored. Bored. BORED!!!" she'd been practicing her aim for all her life, and even now it wasn't good at all. The dart bored on her ceiling had at least eight small knives in it. "Yes, yes. You're bored, go do something you idiot." her eyes rolled at the comment she herself spoke aloud. "Oh great help you are, how about advice?" it was then that a loud noise echoed through the empty halls. "How about a small investigation?" she said with a smirk "Sounds like a great idea." hoping out of her bed and grabbing a nice set of black armor. The only thing she had actually bought with money. She had to, can't get commissioned leather armor without paying. Black with silver coloring on it, perfect if she could say so herself. She'd never been actually fit for armor before, it moved like water over her. Flowing with her movements. A weapon was also necessary, at her bed and many more hidden around her room. Not to mention the small arsenal that lay across from her. She'd been very busy this past week. Had to be. Should sleep come, it was all too unpleasant. She wore boots, even in her room. She hated shoes, but the cold marble floor could bite the warmth from your toes. Though they weren't her normal steal toed ones, not anymore. These she got, again custom made. Unusual for her, they had a small heel. Only two inches, but they made a heavy sound on the floor she couldn't help but love. Her stride was long, and fast. A slight intimidating echo to them as she walked. Her cold emotionless face was back on, the voice silenced for now. It still made small comments, but she ignored it. You can't exactly have everyone thinking you were crazy just because they thought you were talking to yourself. Luckily the voice understood. It never gave a name, but it never needed one. The creature was far to loathsome, the could probably never stand to utter it anyway. A voice, familiar to Rhiannon's ears. Someone she was certain would not come to understand her side of things. She made her way down the hall, though they echoed you can still figure out where some sounds originate from. His low steady voice was easy enough to follow. When she reached the hall, she looked down. Recently built, decent enough rooms. A nice window, though her own was nearest the mountain, well insulated against the cold and far back enough she wouldn't be in any danger of being attacked. She had a window in the library, but not her own. Too easy to throw herself out of in a moment of madness, which she often had. "Nick." She walked slowly down the hall, her sword drawn. "What are you doing here?" her voice held no emotion. In a room, he was there. Covered in blood. Who's blood? She had no allies, no one was here yet. Looking over him, down at the armor he had thrown on the floor. "Who'd you kill?" her question was never what, not for this. Looking in his eyes she could see the same insanity that had wound it's way around her mind, and she smirked. Not her own, it was from the other. The voice.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you'll let him in Father tell me if you can Oh that grace, oh that body Oh that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Tag: Nick Words: 1063 OOC: Armor + Sword

Lyrics from Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
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He looked at the armor on the ground and realized that it was also covered with filth, he tilted his head and walked closer to it, her passed his also dirty hand over the surface of the once clean, bright and polished armor. It used to be so clean... like his soul... he used to be a good soldier, a good man... honorable always. He remembered when he trained his cohorters, how he always told them about the fair fight, the honorable kind of fight, that not even at the risk of death, they would be allowed to lose their honor in battle.

He wiped a bit of the dirt off thre surface of his armor and there he saw the face of a beast, the face of a murderer, a cold blood killer! he turned to face his back, he didn't want that beast to get him, to kill him as they killed Kaylee!!but when he turned, there was no one there. He frowned and looked around, maybe they followed him, maybe they were hiding and waiting till he was feeling safe to jump over his throat and kill him! He got up and looked around, but there was no one there, not even the sound of their foot steps or their excited bodies. He frowned and got back to his armor, he knelt again by the armor and suddenly he saw the surface of it and there he was again! the beast!

"¡No te escondas, cobarde!" -"Don't hide, coward!"- He said turning again, but then he realized that maybe only a son of Mercury, Pluto or Mors could have gone or hide so quickly. He looked back at the armor and looked at the surface one more time, he realized that the reflexion wasn't one of those that had killed Kaylee, he knew it thank to two facts. He had killed evry one of them and the one on the reflexion wasn't other than himself. He frowned at the reflexion and then laughed out loud, he then got up and kicked the armor to a corner away from the Window. Suddenly he heard a voice, he knew that voice, so he looked at the source of it.

He saw her, Rhiannon Warlow, they were... friends if you could say so. a new and fresh frienship between them, but nothing more than that. when she asked what he was doing there, he tilted his head and smirked, even more when he saw the sword on her hand. "matarme sólo me haría un favor Rhiannon..." -"killing me would only make me a favor Rhiannon..."- he said walking a bit closer to her, but then she asked who he had killed, well that was something easy to reply, right? or not? was it that easy to confess that he had not just killedbut ripped alive to fellow campers and even worst that he didn't even care that he sent them to Tartarus?

"yo..." -"I..."- he started and then looked at his hands and he replied after a minute of thinking or maybe after a minute of placing his ideas and feelings in the right place. "Talon, Ariza... Mark... Regie... Louise..." he said and then looked at Rhiannon again and after breathing deeply he continued. "I killed them all... Saturn... he brought me here after that." it seemed that speaking their names out loud helped him to reorganize his ideas or refresh his brain, because he could speak in English again.

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She tried to listen to his words, another language and while it was treading dangerous waters to try and translate based on similar words that's exactly what she did. Obviously she recognized her name, not exactly a common phrase or anything like one. The slight Spanish twist on it was interesting though. She'd heard him speak Spanish once or twice, nothing too extravagant considering she had no idea what he was saying. Favor, she'd heard 'por favor' but that wasn't the word he was using. She tried to make out the situation. No one else was around, not a soul. He'd have trouble making it up the mountain by himself to kill her, and his loyalties were with camp and the people he cared about there. His cohort. He wouldn't leave them to find a single traitor like her, she wasn't worth it. Another option is he was brought here as an ally, but again he was quite loyal to camp, she'd learned that herself in her conversations. She had to play off a comment about the Titan once because of him. He was upset at the idea of Saturn being a better leader than Felicity, which wasn't hard to do anyway. He stepped closer to her, and she readied her weapon. A new weapon, something a bit more special than her dearest Fenrir. Keeping with her favorite line of godly children, she named it Sleipnir. It had nice curves on it, sexy curves, and beautiful detail on it that her Fenrir did not have. Infact it was a bit closer to a sword version of the dagger Josh gave her. She obviously was a female sword, Fenrir was male. If you asked Rhiannon about the adjectives she gave her weapons she'd probably direct you to the nearest Mars child. Though most of them called their weapons girls, because it is rather traditional to call your weapons a 'she'. Names she barely recognized, they were familiar no doubt because she had stayed in the legion long enough to at least recognize peoples names. Matching names to faces on the other hand, that was another story. The important thing though, five names. Human names, people who should have been his allies. She understood the distress in his eyes, the smirk on his face. Even without the translation she understood what his words were when she first entered. Killing him would be a blessing. She sheathed her sword. He wasn't lying. Not Nick, he could hardly lie if his life depended on it. He was a straight forward legacy of Mars. "Alright." she looked him over a moment "The bloods dried at least, but we'll clean up that spot your armor is. I'll show you where the baths are, and if you want, you can have a room near me and my..." an unpleasant smile crossed her face "Collection." Without turning to see if he was following her, or if he was going to try and stab her in the back, she walked away from him. Down the halls to where she knew a large bath lay. It was the only thing that was always warm in this place. A hot flowing spring, and steps that lead down into the water. The design of this fortress was far unlike that of Camp Jupiter, with it's modern amenities. Torches lines the halls, and the open air bath lay partially outside. Black stone beneath your feet and sky above. She loved going there at night. "Tell me your size, I'll grab some clothes for you." still no emotion lined her voice, it offered no sympathy, not comfort. That's not what he needed right now, he'd push it away. Any attempt she was certain would be rejected.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you'll let him in Father tell me if you can Oh that grace, oh that body Oh that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Tag: Nick Words: 622 OOC: Armor + Sword

Lyrics from Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
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He didn't know why she was looking at him in such way, as if she couldn't understand a word of what he was trying to tell her, he had heard from humans that had forgotten how to talk and even how to understand the language after years of isolation... Kaylee told him that, she knew a lot of really interesting things, se was smart and beautiful... the problem settled in that single word, was, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and his stomach peak, he hadn't really had the time to mourn, the time to realize that in deed it wasn't a bad dream, it wasn't just something that somnia in a moment of boredom had put into his brain... in deed Kaylee had died and he had killed to avenge her, but he didn't want to think about it he just didn't want to do that, not in that moment, not until the moment he was going to die and he was sure he was going to be with her again.

He closed his eyes trying to calm down his mind and then when he opened them again he looked at the short blue eyed woman in front of him. She now had a look as if she had finally understood his words, well maybe it had been only because she had spent a week alone or the weeks inside the dungeons, who knew. but finally she understood and put her sword back into the leather cover that had been made by hand just for her. He could tell it for just one look at it. "so... no mercy for this man? no blessing of a peaceful death?" he half joked about it, but then he looked away at his armor, she told him about showing him the baths and also that they would clean that spot. He looked back at her and smiled.

"Oh please! I would love to get rid of all this filth that covers my body... weakness may get stick to my body and that wouldn't be good! defeat is the worst of the ugliest things in this world!" he had talked again as the old vane Nicholas, the man that hated weak ones and defeat, the one that one day was buried deep inside his heart by a songle touch of Kaylee Hansen's hand. But now he had come back, again he was protecting real Nick, he was the mask that Nick had to wear to keep going and don't get completely crazy! He laughed at his personal joke and then followed Rhia, she had always been such a quiet person, but in that moment she was worst than that, she really seemed one of the robots that the girl in the forge did.

He followed to the baths. as he thought, old building, older than Greeks and Romans. outside baths. He looked up to the sky and breathed deeply. Then he took off his dirty shirt and threw it to the ground, then he looked at Rhia when she asked his size of clothes and shrugged. "I'm 6 foot 3 inches tall, slim and athletic, so anything large, or extra large will do the trick..." he said and took of his pants too, keeping only his underwear. He didn't look at Rhia, he just walked into the warm water. "Gracias, Rhiannon..." he sai thanking her, then he just got in deeper.

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"You were speaking Spanish, you know I don't understand it." she said in a flat voice as she walked with him. "Did you ask for death?" She' didn't offer him a glance, no sign of emotion, save for the questioning sentence. She didn't really do emotions any more, not after she delved deep into strange bouts of laughing and crying. She had become unhinged, but she was in control now. Perfect control of herself and her mind. The voice mocked her, she could hear it laughing, her eyes sifted left a bit as she tried looking for it. She never found where exactly the voice was coming from. It took her a moment to figure out what weakness he was talking about, but perhaps he meant the weakness of the people whose blood he wore. Fair enough, his defense mechanism seemed to be this persona. She had her own way of coping. Shut down, shut it all down. Emotions weren’t needed. She recognized him though, the ones who spoke truly as a descendent of Venus and Mars, so full of himself. How long ago she couldn't remember, but she had talked to this version of him before, probably ignored him as she did most people she hated. Now, she couldn't even dislike him. She couldn't fine it much in her to dislike anything anymore. She didn't even flinch when he started to undress, her cheeks didn't flush as they normally would. She didn't even care to turn away anymore. She simply listened, he'd need clothes, her eyes shifted to the pile of blood soaked clothing he had. So much blood from five people. Had he bathed in it? She looked back at him as he began to submerge himself. "You're welcome." she said with no heart in it. "I'll find a store for taller people, not too hard." She was about to pull the bit of white powder she had in her pocket and teleport now, but bringing armor and a sword to a store was not always looked upon favorably. "My room is just down the hall, if you wanted to wait there. Or here. Either way." That was all she had to say before leaving him to his own devices, putting her armor back on the mannequin she kept it on, and leaning her sword against the wall by her bed. The room was otherwise filled with a kerosene heater, and a table with notebooks full of battle strategies and magic rune sketches. Her teleportation circle was of course free and clear. In the hall way she put down her white dust, her boots stayed on. Blue jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket to match the shoes. That was about the only thing she owned that matched. Boots, jacket, armor. Black leather, easy enough. In a puff of air she was gone, scattering the dust around the hall so there was no evidence of her magic. That's what she liked. With a bit of heavy breath she came upon the main shopping street of a nearby town. "Tall, tall..." scanning the store fronts she found one for tall men, he was about as tall as Josh. She knew how to at least shop for him. Crossing the street she made her way through the store, the voice in her mind making commentary on what to pick up, what not to pick up. It remembered what colors he tended to wear, which made Rhiannon wonder exactly how much the strange disembodied voice payed attention to people. She had an arm full of clothes when she went to the fitting room, telling an employee she was only taking it to her boyfriend to try on. When she was out of site she found the rune stone in her pocket and teleported home. To her room, that circle on her floor glowing for a moment sending up small bits of dust as the fog grew thick around it. The fog which clouded a person's eyes from that of the supernatural.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you'll let him in Father tell me if you can Oh that grace, oh that body Oh that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Tag: Nick Words: 670 OOC: Armor + Sword

Lyrics from Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
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He stopped moving when she said that he had spoken in Spanish, well he knew she was lying, or not? was it true? he couldn't remember if he had been speaking Spanish or not... he could have done it, because he knew that when he was excited or really mad about something he used to use expressions in that language which was his native tongue, but... but he hadn't been excited after he killed those guys, or mad? he had been mad but not when he got to that black marbeled place, so why would he have had spoken in spanish, if he had done it at all?

He would have to really think about it, maybe consult it with his pillow, which he doubt that would help him, because he thought he wouldn't be able to sleep any time soon. He turned and looked at her with the water at the level of his hips. "Well, if you don't understand Spanish, that is something we need to fix, right?it would be dangerous if I said something in battle and you couldn't get it..." he said and then smirked, he walked a bit more into the water and then stopped again, so she hadn't understood what he had told her about killing him, but now he had told her and she knew, well that was a slight shadow of weakness that she had seen of him and that it should had never, ever be seen again.

He breathed deeply and then only looking at his reflexion on the water, he replied. "yes..." but then he breathed again deeply, as deep as his lungs allowed him to, then he looked at her and smirked. "but you lost the chance, now you'll have to deal with my adorable and stunning presence, sweet Rhiannon." he turned his back again and walked deeper into the water. Then she repeated the things he told her about his size and finally then she told him about her room and left.

The moment she left he changed that face of confidence and superiority. he closed his eyes and sumerged in the hot water, he would have drawned himself if that would have brought Kaylee back to life, if he he could pay for any of his sins in that way, but he couldn't, it would only be a waste of time and opportunities. He would see the gods fall, he would do it in first row and would celebrate, after that he would die and find Kaylee in the underworld. He got his face off the water and cleaned himself, he was sure of it, he rubbed every part of his body to get rid of the blood. Then he got out of the water, feeling the cold wind, well it was nice to see that his body could still feel.

Then naked walked to grab a towell and walked to where she had said that her room was, he rolled the towell around his hips and kept walking till he found it. He looked around and smirked, he would have to go shopping and get the cool stuff she had in there. then a second later he heard a slight puff, he turned and there she was. He smirked at her, hiding again his true feelings behind that egotical smirk. "well, well, well, room service! that is first class!" smiled at her.

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That's right, allies. She supposed it would be beneficial to learn Spanish, and perhaps teach him a few words she knew in Finnish and Celtic just in case. Though she often only spoke them in curses. She saw it in his shoulders, the heavy breath, his uncertain word. He wanted death for what he had done, probably desired worse than death. She wondered if he though himself a coward. She didn't know all the specifics, but he wasn't on Saturn's side before. She killed five people, and ran to Saturn. For what exactly? Her curiosity would get the better of her later, as it often did. For now she'd have to cloth him. There was still a nice little pile of towels, she wondered if soon Nymphs would come to take care of this place, it was a temple after all. The statues of Titans, the Titans themselves when they stayed here. They'd have to be taken care of. "I've said before, I'd rather a living ally than a dead enemy." she had told Valerie that, before she killed her. Hopefully it wouldn't turn out the same this time. Hopefully he wouldn't choose that, not the way Josh chose. "Don't get used to it, this is my room." she said tossing him his clothes. It took a moment for it to dawn on her, she'd forgotten to get him underwear. It wasn't exactly something she'd ever had to buy before. Males boxers, or briefs or whatever guys wore. There were three pairs of pants, and a good five or six shirts of whatever styles and colors her annoyance decided to recommend to her. "Tomorrow I can take you to town to get more things for you." He wasn't wearing anything, nothing but a towel and she still didn't care. His flirtatious voice went through her ears, and she could even tell, but again caring wasn't something she could do right now. In front of a person all of her emotions where dead, or perhaps locked up so tight they threaten to break free. It happened at night, her emotions broke out into her dreams. "In case you hadn't noticed, there is no undergarments. Contrary to what might go through your mind at this moment, it wasn't on purpose." she said with a straight face, cold and without emotion like her voice. Bags hung under her eyes though, from the lack of sleep, from the eye strain of reading and planning and drawing everyday almost all day. She didn't leave the room to let him change, it was her room after all. She knew she probably should, she knew that normally she'd blush and not look at him. She never even liked guys taking their shirts off, much less anything else. "You can stay wherever, obviously. The rooms on that side of the hall have windows, or you can go find that room you were in before." She supposed it really would be the polite thing to do to leave the room, going to take a step out she was going to close the door but paused. "If hiding it help go ahead. If you need to talk....I''ll listen, no judgment." For a moment there was a hint of emotion in her face, it softened as she glanced at his face. It was only a moment before she looked away and closed the door behind her.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man. When he comes tell me that you'll let him in, Father tell me if you can. Oh that grace, oh that body, Oh that face makes me wanna party. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Tag: Nick Words: 565 OOC: Armor + Sword

Lyrics from Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
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He partially smiled at those words of her, "a living allay... than a death enemy..." but well he wasn't her enemy anymore and also couldn't tell that was her allay, or was he? he had sign up for all what Saturn had in mind, but killing his family or his cohort. So maybe he really was her allay at some points. He still remembered that conversation with her, she had told him she wasn't with the Titan, or had it just been a very good performance of an already traitor one? maybe both of it, maybe none of it. his head was a mess in that moment, he would have to try to reorganize his ideas and thoughts, made them be on the same level that his current actions, if not he would go crazy and that was the last thing he needed in that moment.

He looked at Rhia in her room and smiled when she said he shouldn't get used to that room. "The question here is if you wouldn't get used to my presence in it." then walked to where the clothes were, the jeans and pants were fine, but only two of them matched his likes. so as in the case of the shirts, he liked only two maybe three if he combined it in a good way, but then he noticed there was no underwear and no shoes. how in Tartarus did she think he was going to dress up?! He looked at her again when she said she would take him to town next day. "I wouldn't think that you did it on purpose... unless you have realized that your thief is no use now." He said and then looked away again, taking in his hands a pair of comfortable pants and a sports shirt. He walked to face the small window, turning his back on Rhiannon.

He didn't care if she was in the room, in fact he had never cared about those things. He knew his body was gorgeous and that more than one girl and some guys thank the gods when he just took off his clothes in public, so he let the towell drop to the cold black marbeled floor and put the pants on. then Rhia spoke again, she told him that if he needed it, he could talk to her. He looked at her and noticed that slight second of concern, he could have replied in a million way to hurt her, or try to at least, to make you stay out of his way, but then he also remembered that once they had been more than simple aquintances, so... maybe even being treators they could hold some kind of a friendship. He nodded at her and then looked away again. He breathed deeply and put on the shirt. it was cold, the stone was colder than minutes ago. he would have to get some boots too.

After he finished, he opened the door and looked at her. Then he walked into the room right in front of hers, it was a good place too, maybe even better than the one he had chosen before. then he wasn't looking at her, just at the wide dark horizon. "once you denied the titan... I don't care if you were lying back then, but... why did you join... what was the real reason?" his voice was calm, not pride as before but soft and tender, still with his characteristic spanish accent.

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Josh. He hadn't said his name, but she knew who he was talking about. "I know." she said a bit dryly, the strain of containing the emotions she felt pressing against her throat. He had let her think he'd fight at her side. He let her think he was on Saturn's side. He let her think he loved her. She didn't know what was real about him anymore. Years she spent with him, and she didn't know anymore. He promised he'd come see her everyday, and she promised she wouldn't go with Saturn. They set of promises went over as well as when he promised on Styx to not tell anyone what she told him about Saturn. Every promise to her he broke for Camp. Had she ever broken her promises to him? She tried to get to him so they could leave camp. He tried to get her out of the cell, or did he? He never took that long with a lock before. Had Inek really been barking all on his own, or did Josh ask him to? She played with the bit of cloth on her finger. Did he ever tell her the truth? Did Mercury? The gods could all go to Tartarus. Mercury was a liar. He was on Josh's side. He was never on hers. She wasn't his daughter. He didn't mean it. Liars. Like her. She waited in the hall, two doors sat across from hers, the one on the right lay closed. It was full of books, and weapons she had started collecting. Armor she couldn't collect, she found out most people only made those to fit or on custom order. The doors where solid wood, and were flat without adoration, until someone made it their own. Like Rhiannon had. Her own door seemed to have ivory etchings of a three split willow tree, and twin torches. Symbolizing Trivia no doubt, perhaps herself. The one that belonged to her library held an open book, and crossed swords. Apparently not the most creative of doors and whatever spells lay on them, but interesting enough. She wasn't sure exactly where the ivory came from either, it's white stood out against the dark black of everything else in the place. She wondered how this fortress would look once the rooms where filled again. Ivory, brass, and whatever else would find it's way into the doors. She was leaning on the bit of wall directly in front of her own door when the child of war and love emerged. He stepped into the room next to her, the one with it's plain black door open, a spectacular view overlooking the rest of the fortress. "I was lying." she said plainly, stepping into the room he had chosen. She was using the smaller of the two room for her library. She'd forgotten how large these rooms looked when empty, or how cold the stone was when it wasn't heated a bit like in her room. She didn't have a heater in the library, and on top of the mountain the temperature was at least ten degrees lower than it was in Camp. She wondered what she should do about that. With a soft sigh she walked to stand next tom him. Fighting in her own mind whether she should tell him or not. It shouldn't be emotional, just a reason. Just a bit of truth. Her eyes searched the horizon, her emotions barely visible on her face. "I want a better world for the future. I want humans to stop hurting each other." she said not looking at him, keeping herself under control. Then she looked at him. Was that the answer he was expecting? What did his face look like now? "Even if it means a blood bath now, to prevent them later." Pushing off the windowsill she turned from him. "Part of it is also how much I.....how I feel about the Olympians. It's not exactly hate, distrust. I hate the way they do things. I haven’t met them, and I try to make a habit of not hating people I've never met." she said with a bit of a laugh, slightly unhinged, as her laughs seem to have taken to as of late. She turned, her dark curly hair moving with her sudden quick movement. Her face serious again. "You? Why are you here suddenly?"

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He listened to her, he knew she had been lying well, not knew but now that he was there with her, he knew it and it didn't hurt, not a single bit. at least he got the truth now and it felt good. a slight small balm on his inner injuries. He walked further, looked into the empty room, a room that could be his, but NO! he didn't deserve a single bit of it! He was just a murderer! What was he doing there? he needed to go back, to be judged! to die under the steal of a praetor and meet his kaylee even for a slight moment before the judges!

Rhia started talking then about her reasons, why she betrayed camp. Well at least she had had a good reason, maybe idiotic and naive, but good and just. But him? he had done everything in a moment of rage, paine and wrath. He couldn't even really remember the moment he grabbed Talon by the neck and dug his hand into his chest, he grabbed his heart in his hand and squizzed it, he saw how the life of that demigod was just... it just left his body. He frowned at the blur image and then looked at Rhia. "It was something noble, thinking on the future and how to prevent more of this. in my opinion... kind of naive... as a legacy of Mars I can tell you, as long as the human being is a human being it will always fight with others of his kind."

He then closed his eyes and breathed deeply again, he saw the image of Kaylee, how those beasts had destroyed her! How they ripped her body in such unholy way! the faces of those who had done it! He felt his hands tremble for a moment, he closed them and then looked at her again. did she just asked why he was there? She was right to ask, he had asked the same, but... could he ever answer that question without feel the anger, the wrath and also the anxiety and the pain! would she even care why he was there? Kaylee was in her cohort, but... they never were friends, she wouldn't really care if Kaylee died or not! *but it was fair if he told her the truth, she had done it backwards too.

"I had a girlfriend... she was nice, sweet, gentle... but Saturn offered her his help... with her mother... she refused to be loyal to the gods... because I asked her to be loyal to the gods... Then stupid campers... they thought she was a traitor... they tortured her and ripped her flesh... and NO GOD SAVED HER!! NON OF THEM SENT HELP!! NOTHING!!" his voice echoed in the room and hall. "I killed them... I just... killed them all, Saturn found me there and offered me to come, so I accepted, I won't let those gods to rule when they can't even protect someone innocent as Kaylee and Lyn." He said and then remained silent again, looking at the window in that room that was in front of Rhia's.

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After getting broken out of the dungeons by Saturn, Rhiannon was a bit unhinged. To say the least, a week of torture did not sit well on her already unstable mind. The voice in the back of her mind began to develop more in the time she spent alone in the fortress. Nothing to distract herself until she began pulling items from the nearest town. Stealing them from shops. She hated stealing, hated lying, but most of all she hated herself. Hated what she was, but she had started for what she felt was a just cause. Was that even right anymore? Could she still care about future generations? The one person that was anything good to her betrayed her. The one person she thought loved her, that she would have allowed to put a dagger to her throat and trust he would either take it away or have good reason to kill her. Joshua Rogers betrayed her. Left her to be tortured. Looking back she could see it. He hadn't asked her out, she asked him. She confessed to him, and he rolled with it. Like any son of Mercury would. He strung her along, but only for a few months. Then he left. He never asked her to wait for him. He was only a bit jealous when she had lunch with that other boy. She had thought it was cute. She had thought he felt the same about her if not more than how she felt about him. But it was all a lie. Her eyes were clear now. He left, and in the six months he was gone where the only thing that kept her sane at times was him, and he never gave her a thought. Every time she'd see those stupid little rainbows she wanted to throw a coin in, to send him a message. But never did, never got to look into his beautiful blue eyes in those six months. She was scared. Terrified she'd mess him up. That he'd be in the middle of a fight, and get hurt because of her. Fear was a paralytic. If she had talked to him though, would it have changed anything? He never dropped a line to her. Never tried. Then he came back half dead. There were times she thought it was just them, before he left. Spending time together, talking about silly thing, happy things, then he'd ask about Saturn. Only trying to get her to drop her guard. That's all it ever was. Never love. If someone she trusted that much could lie to her that way, could hurt her that way, she'd never make that mistake again. She'd never trust anyone. Never care about anyone. The fools of the future can deal with whatever happened after this war. So why was she here, helping the Titan. Why not send herself flying over the wall and into the ground, or take one of the many blades she collected into her chest. Across her throat. Anything. Why was she fighting? She didn't know anymore. Six months she told herself she had to keep going until the war was over. Perhaps that's all this was now, the leftover of her resolve. Maybe this pain can be forever avoided. She thought of the kids at camp. In New Rome. Yeah. She hated dealing with them, but she'd be damned if she was going to sit idly by and let them be hurt like she was. She had to keep that thought or she'd end herself long before the war even started. Work for her goal, then after it was done, she was done. The voice cooed at her, always trying to get her to end it sooner. She'd never listen to it. The creature was a fiend, and Rhiannon had always been a rebel. Telling her to do things had a tendency to blow up in your face as she did the absolute opposite. “That relic the quest team got will stop it. Stop everything. It will call all the evil spirits back to Pandora's Pithos. Lock them away again. Pain and suffering will be gone. That's what I mean when I say there will be a new Golden Age. Saturn's already taken care of all the plans. We can fight, argue. But we don't have to kill and maim each other. Torture and abuse each other. Never again.” Her face didn't change at his words. His yelling, screaming at the loss of a loved one. The vulnerability of it, the fact he could do nothing to save her. Rhiannon could feel it all in his words, but her heart recoiled from the emotion. It hid itself, keeping far away and safe from these 'feelings'. “What you did is called manslaughter in court. People don't give as much blame to that as those who think about it. In fast it's not even in the same category as murder. After this no one will hurt innocents like Kaylee or Lyn again.” If she remembered correctly that name was the littlest quester. She heard all of them came back injured, not difficult to believe. “The gods help no one but themselves. That's why we have the Lamp, we'll get the Pithos and put the evil spirits back.”

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man. When he comes tell me that you'll let him in, Father tell me if you can. Oh that grace, oh that body, Oh that face makes me wanna party. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds. Tag: Nick Words: 880 OOC: Armor + Sword

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