This Is My Kingdom Come (Open)

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Two days. Two days of no sleep. Two days of locking himself away in a mental box. Two days of being dead to the world, completely dedicated to his work. He was pretty sure even Aurum, who seemed to have taken to keeping by his side since he’d gotten back from New Rome the other day, was worried. The part of him that had died, if it were still around, would be worried too. But there was still a part of him that was used to this, bread for this. Who was this. A soldier, a leader, a fighter, servant of the gods, and nothing more. Cold, calculating, cruel. A Roman.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

The digital display on Remus’ watch changed over to 3:00 P. Seven hours. Seven long hours since the meager breakfast he had rushed through. Seven straight hours of pushing himself to his physical limit. He ached worse than he had since the Battle of Orthys two years ago. Good. The outside matched the inside. He kept pushing himself. A little trifle like pain was not about to stop him. He’d been going through every sort of training that this camp had to offer all day so far, all by himself. Yesterday had been work in the principia, today was training. Anything to lose himself. Anything to forget. Even if it meant reverting back to his old self. It didn’t matter anymore. Besides, there was a war coming. This camp needed strong leadership. And he had no intention of letting them down. He would charge on the front line if it killed him. Then he would keep leading this camp until he was asked to step down or he got too old to hold a gladius anymore. Then perhaps a political career in New Rome. The same plan he’d started long ago. He’d given it some slack for a while, but things were different now. So different. It was time to get back on track.

He finished running the most difficult of the tracks and leapt to the ground, relishing in the feeling of his legs burning, the blood from a small cut on his arm leaking down his arm, the feeling of being worn to the bone. It was a good feeling. It was refreshing. It was confirmation that he still could feel.

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 Huntress on the loose  

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Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

Time was not something that Adsila had to worry about, she`d spent most of her years traveling with her sisters and enjoying the sites that where offered when Diana told them to go. She had never missed the life of a simple demi god staying within camp Jupiter borders being chased like a prize. It would have been a miserable life for her, the first and only male she had ever loved found comfort in another woman and for that she held a grudge against all men. She knew not everyone was like that, some men could be compassionate and loving while others cold and calculating but she found comfort in the fact she`d never be hurt once more. She moved to the obstacle course, it was never a simple work out with Adsila she needed to stay one her toes. When she arrived she noticed a male and not just any male but one of the praetors, she paused for a moment trying to find a name to match the face. Something with an R she pursed her lips thinking on it for a second then it hit her Remus. Adsila was never one to challenge a man in power in fact the time era she`d grown up in would not permit that, but there was no rule in simply making it a fun game.

I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Adsila moved slowly not wanting to cause the male to go all attack dog mode on her. She wasn`t in the normal hunter attire but the silver aura still glowed brightly around her, some flowers rested in her hair giving people the people no reason to doubt that she was a Proserpina daughter. She`d never seen this boy in action in fact she tended to avoid men in large crowds like most hunters did but she wanted to see if boys from his generation had matured more than the last hundred years or so. The dark haired girl stopped a few feet away just just watching him run the course she found him to be stronger than originally thought and seeing him bleeding only made a soft smile come to her face as she held up her hands in a surrendering motion her two daggers placed either side of her hips and her bow slung over her back, she raised a brow and spoke in a mature and almost motherly tone, "That was quite impressive Mister Stone." Her blue eyes looked over the male stopping at the cut on his arm.

You're wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me

She didnt bother to move closer but her brown boots dug into the dirt as she moved to stand on her heels, she wanted to make sure that there was no accidental contact. When she looked back up to his face  she smiled slightly and nodded to the obstacle course. " Do you do that often? It seems as though you had little to no resistance with the whole thing. " Ads looked away slightly making a face because lets face it she had little to no experience with men as a hunter. There was times when she  could sound like a normal girl but this was just to complicated for her. She had never really been all anti male like the others but she never trusted a handsome face it only lead to trouble in the end.

Put on your war paint
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Remus was focused. When it came to fighting and training, his father had granted him and his siblings alike a rather great ability to not think about anything else. Plus the years of personal discipline, as a regular legionnaire when he was young, then a centurion, then finally a praetor. He was proud of who he was, what he was. Perhaps sometimes a little too proud, but that was that. Consider it just another fault of his. He blamed his father, who was quite proud himself, for that one. But now was not the time to be pointing fingers. Now was the time to fight. To prepare. To win. That was what drove him: to be the best, maybe even to be feared for it. There was something satisfying about intimidating people. Though recently one might not guess he had such an addiction. After all, what sort of power-hungry tyrant took little kids like Lyn out for ice cream because she was upset? Okay, so he had a soft spot for certain people. Lyn, his siblings, Felicity, to name a few. But others, not so much.

And one of those others just happened to call out to him just now. It wasn’t her in particular; no, not really. In fact, he had no clue who she was. Which for one, was evidence enough on its own. He’d grown up here since he was ten. He liked to think he could recognize faces by now. That and she had that aura about her, like a silver glow. Hunter. No mistaking it. He’d met some of the Hunters before, but it had been years. And he couldn’t say the impression was all that great. The single one who, he had spoken with, however brief it had been, had been nothing short of rude and snobbish. While he was one to talk about being rude, she had been a match for him for sure. The most enthusiastic feminist he had ever met. And loud about it too. So needless to say, he wasn’t that pleased to meet another one.

While his heritage and his bias told him one reaction to take, his position told him another. He was a praetor, a representative of New Rome itself. For all he knew, he could be the first Roman this girl had met. So his professional side one out. Though her comment did not help him hide his ego. “Thank you. I’m afraid I don’t know your name though…” He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face as she went on. “Quite often actually. Beyond being required, is something of a hobby of mine, if you will. So… Hunter, if I’m not much mistaken. Pleasure.” Sort of. He inclined his head slightly in a small sort of bow anyway. “So what brings you to Camp Jupiter? I’m going to hazard a guess and say Lady Diana wants to be present for the war?”

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If I fall back down

you're gonna help me back

---up again*

She never understood how campers could look up to the male in charge he hardly held himself in such a manner. He did contain manners which was never very common with males around camp, it wasn`t like just every male could understand the hunter and her actions. She watched his expression the stance he took as she spoke to him and in a sense she began to read him, each person had something different about them and this male did not make her feel like a welcomed guest at the moment. She understood that some of the hunters where not the easiest to live with, but a few like herself where more open to the male gender. When he spoke about not knowing her name and continued on to answer some of her new questions her dark eyes looked around almost curious as to why he was out there alone. When he referred to her as Hunter the young girl shook her head and spoke softly, " My name is Adsila Netherwood, Daughter of Proserpina and Huntress of Diana. You may call me Adsila or Ads." She had been given a name for her mother and she loved that about herself. Not one time had she ever turned her back on the woman who birthed her and therefore she was both a demi god and a huntress.

She did not return the word pleasure because she had yet to make her mind up about him, something just seemed off about the male and Adsila was still curious about his motives. She knew Diana had brought them back to camp for a reason and she couldn`t help but think it was possible for more than just the war. The last time Adsila had been in camp was when she was younger to the ranks of the huntress. She had never been one for being inside the walls of camp, in fact she never wanted to stay within any walls of confinement not after the years she had spent in the place she once called home. As a young girl she had never had the chance to explore and now once more like a child she was stuck within the walls of camp to help with the upcoming war. Lovely, she thought to herself as she looked over the obstacle course. It was a nice place to train and looking at the male in front of her she realized it was not made to be easy which was perfect for her. Adsila spoke once more addressing the male with a gentle tone much like she did any other person who spoke with her. "I do not ask why Lady Diana makes her choices nor do I care to dwell on the ones that she does make." Something about Remus allowed her to speak her mind, though she would never fully one hundred and trust any man. As a huntress she found it easier to rely on herself and keep her thoughts private from people as much as she could.

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Remus really had no desire to talk to this girl. Though as praetor, he had to do a lot of things he had no desire to do. And on the average, talking to her was probably less painful than, say, fill out a missing in action or death certificate. Especially not, for instance, the time he had to fill out a missing in action form for a young legacy whose parents and little sister he then had to deliver the news to. That had been a terrible day. Thanks to Lyn, he had a soft spot for children, so seeing that little girl trying to figure out what he meant… it had been horrible. And the parents. Someday he wanted kids of his own, though that one was up to Felicity for obvious reasons. He respected her too much to even consider forcing that idea on her. That was, if things ever settled out… Anyway, the point was, he couldn’t imagine what hearing that news about their own child. The missing kid – either dead or on Saturn’s side – had only been about thirteen.

Yes, those were hard days at work. Today was just a little individual training and throw in talking to a Hunter. Cake walk. Besides, having a conversation to focus on got his mind off things. “Adsila it is then. I’d introduce myself, but it sounds like you already know me.” Something he was used to, if not expected. He was the leader here, after all. Or one of them really, but he’d so far been the only one to last. Mark ((OOC: totally just making this guy up to fill the time gap)) had been there…one year before the war and lasted one and a half after it before retiring. Zidane had lasted about half a year before disappearing. Jason was doing good so far, but he too was nearing retirement age. While Remus was working on his third year as praetor and saw no reason to retire.

He nodded in understanding. “A wise move, not questioning the gods. Avoiding the sort of habit that is likely to get one killed… or on the wrong side of a war. So, then, what do you think of camp? I trust you’ve been treated well thus far?” So far, she didn’t seem to be all that bad, so his well-wishing was in earnest. That and he did care about the impression this camp made on people a good deal.

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Adsila had never been able to really communicate with males lately, there had always been a struggle of distrust and hurt in her life. Her father had made that her biggest issue in life and for that so many had to suffer now. Adsila listened to the male speak she tried her best to keep the meeting civil, it was hard talking to a male who wasn`t Apollo. She spoke softly her voice still gentle and motherly though a hint of distress was lurking within it, "Your camp seems to be running smoothly which is more than I can say for most establishments. As for your second question I have grown accustom to ignoring the ones around me when within this ground." She wasn`t lying at that part, she may have spoken to maybe three or four people while she`d been here one being the God of the Sun himself. It was not Remus`s fault that she was odd around men, and the fact she`d been able to speak to him this long without a hassle made the girl feel a little better about the whole ordeal. She didn`t know what it was that made him different than the others before him, he did not look at her with hatred or disgust instead he was acting with manners and respect which filled her to the brim with questions. Remus could not have been older than eighteen and yet here he stood with the weight of the camp riding on his shoulders.

He wasn`t the only one on charge and she knew that yet she felt a tinge of compassion for him. She knew how it felt to watch the ones you love die or to push their free will past the breaking point. The guilt one would feel for losing someone in their care could take a toll on a person. With the upcoming war she knew emotions where high and the residents of camp Jupiter had become skeptical of each other and gods alike, she knew that the longer this war went on the more people who would suffer. Hunters could die each of them knew the risk they took when they agreed to become the ladies that they had been shaped into, and while they did not die as often as they should have she could feel the fear during those times of close calls. Being here now to help with the war she could see the amount of fear that rested on peoples faces when they thought about the bloodshed to come. Adsila spoke once more this time she had no real emotion behind her voice just a simple sentence, "Free will is never something anyone can control, not even the gods." She looked up at the sky for a minute before down at the ground almost longing for her mothers words to play in her head once more, she had never even seen the goddess and yet people seemed to act as though she was the spitting image. She had not gotten a chance to meet any of her siblings if she even had them. Adsila was far to worried about keeping the hunters hopes up, they had to win this war. Failing was not an option for them.

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Remus wasn’t sure what to make of this girl. First of all, she was a hunter. Which was its own can of worms without the help of anything else. Second, he could tell she didn’t particularly want to be here. Whether it was the camp or him specifically, he wasn’t really sure, and decided against further investigation. He would just stick to his role of camp leader and, in this case, representative. It was a role he’d honed over the years and never got tired of playing. Gods, he’d miss the day when he did have to give it up. He nodded slightly at her words. “Good, good. To the first part at least. I hope not many have been giving you reason to ignore them. If so, feel free to report them to myself or Jason. We will see to it that it doesn’t happen again.”

She was an unusual one, that was for sure. She seemed contemplative, as if she were lost in her thoughts. So he allowed himself a brief slip into his own thoughts too. Or at least, the more pleasant side of them, which wasn’t saying much. War. Yes, a most unusual thing to be thinking about when trying to look on the bright side of things. Not to get him wrong: he hated the idea of bloodshed just as much as the next person. But that part was unavoidable. All he could do was hope to keep it to a minimum. In the meanwhile, he would lead the camp to the best of his abilities. And that was what he was looking forward to. Call it the Mars blood in him, but he looked forward to the challenge. And fighting? That was where he was most at home. He’d been told the stories of how he had scared the daylights out of his mother when he was small and been caught playing with her weapons. Even though the police officer had known full well how to hide a loaded gun and knives and all that sort of stuff in places where a toddler would not find, that seemed not to have stopped him. What could he say? He was born to play the soldier. And Camp Jupiter had not just given him the chance to do that, but also to lead people. He had found his niche, and by the gods, he would do his father proud.

He brought his mind back to the present at the sound of her voice. He frowned slightly. That was a bit random. He watched her closely as she looked around, and vaguely wondered if she was alright. “Very true. Though may I ask what brings the topic up?”

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Notes: sorry it’s late - school