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ooc: oh hey, ryan lives! ic: 526 tag: open credit to oblivion take my hand and we'll make it i swear

Whenever Ryan Ruckshack wasn't training, helping out in the infirmary, duduk playing, eating, hugging some random person, trying to make friends, bubble blowing, or being random in some other way that usually filled up his time (like juggling, unicycling, trying to figure out a rubix's cube or finger knitting) he was baking. As a son of Ceres, he had never exactly realized his affinity for being in the kitchen until after he had been claimed. Sure, he had helped his mother all the time at home, had liked it, and had been good at it, but he had never thought that cooking and baking could have been a power of the Ceres kids. Any which way, he did like it, and now that he was around a kitchen more often, he could actually do it! Okay, he had to buy the supplies himself sometimes, but other times he could knick things from the dining hall. Besides, he could open up his own little business: pastries and flowers for the Legion! Fine, Roman soldiers weren't exactly the type, but they could be on certain holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Valentine's day. OH Valentine's day was coming up again soon! That would be a busy time for him. He didn't mind though, he liked being kept busy, especially if it was to help the Legion kick back (if only by a little). He needed to start making extra flowers and baking extra things for that. It seemed like the flower give away thing had worked last year rather well, so all they could hope for was the same enthusiasm. There were also all the different Roman feast days he could help out with. This afternoon though, Ryan was just baking for fun. Just more things to sell or give away by the roadside while he was playing and watching the grass grow (literally)! That's what this Legion needed... a raffle off of deserts. An abundance of sugar and chocolate! Maybe if a few choice people had some sugar in their system they could be a bit more happy. He and Allan were hyper enough by themselves, but still, sugar was appreciated. Okay, so what if Ryan had a sweet tooth? He worked it off with the Roman training. The money could go to New Rome or some good-doing mortal corporation. Then again, there was that messy business with converting the drachmas to the mortal money system. Maybe they could use the money to build a new structure in New Rome or something else productive. Ryan had no idea what else this place needed, but there was always something that could help their lives get along a little easier. The fifteen year old slid his cookies into the stone oven and then set the timer. Now... entertainment while he waited forty-five minutes... Ryan took out a bottle of bubbles and blew. Shimmering orbs floated out from his wand: one big one, followed by lots of tiny ones. Maybe he could convince someone from the forge to make him a bubble machine. Either that or sneak out of camp to get one...

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The Cohorts, generally this was a place that Cadence avoided like the plague. There was the occasional injury that went unchecked by the infirmary and then suddenly it was another outbreak of scurvy. Okay so luckily Scurvy wasn't the worst thing she could cause, cured simply by a regimen of citrus fruits. Vitamin C was a good cure for scurvy. Or even the time when she was fifteen and caused an outbreak of the plague, that was bad, but it was at least easily combated by a good bit of antibacteria soap. Or some germex hand sanitizer. But for now, she had to retrieve a set of clothes from her foot locker so she could go to the bath house. Being clean was important for her, some people thought it bordered on slightly germophobic. Cadence walked quickly, hurriedly grabbing a change of clothes before she turned on her heel and walked quickly out. Adjusting to camp had taken a while and there were still people here that picked on her relentlessly for the sucffels and falls she had taken trying to get to her current position. For a while, she was happy with herself. She wasn't so hard on herself or comparing herself to her twin, she had finally come to grips with the fact that she was just different from him and she would never be the same as Owen, twins or not.

Cadence froze as she walked outside. She sniffed at the air. Something smelled good. She turned her head in the direction of the smell. It was enough to make her mouth water. She had missed the two previous meals, and it sucked doing training on an empty stomach. Again, it gurgled as she placed a hand over it. It would be worth investigating just for a moment right? Then again, following your nose could lead to trouble on occasion. So she tossed the clothes in her mesh shower bag before turning on her heel to find the source of the wondrous smell. What caught her eye as she turned the corner, bubbles. She raised an eyebrow as she looked skyward. Bubbles? Where on earth....

Suddenly she slammed into someone. The force was enough to send her face first into the mud. Cadence's lip quivered, She tried to hold the tears back as she felt a foot on her hip, the ugly brute giving her a kick for good measure along with a snarling response on not running into children of Mars. Forget the smell of the cookies, suddenly she just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Forget being a roman, she really didn't like it here. She sobbed to herself as she curled up, trying to wipe the mud off of herself in a fruitless attempt. "Today is utter bullocks." She groaned in the middle of a sob.

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ooc: sorry for the shortness, trying to get ryan back off the ground ic: 410 tag: cadence rhys credit to oblivion take my hand we'll make it i swear

ryan had never been one to try to control his adhd. sure, it got him into plenty trouble in school, but he just thought his fascination with... everything, helped him become who he was today. seriously, the tiniest thing could capture his attention for... a couple of minutes before he decided to switch. kind of a negative, but at least he was never bored. he had so many things to do and such little time: training, playing his instrument, helping out in the infirmary, cooking in the kitchen, hanging out with friends, growing plants... the list went on and on! and he only had twenty four hours to do it all. then again, all his activities had helped him develop; he wouldn't change it for the world: random, hyper, easily distracted, loving. he wanted to try to do some good in this world. he wanted to be that light in the legion: trying to help people, to influence people for the better. the only way he knew how to do that though, was by being himself: an odd roman. he tried to keep the peace, was mellow, didn't like training... the list went on and on. he sighed slightly, lightly blowing on his bubble wand and watching the bubbles drift out the window. he wished life could be as simple as that: light, floating away, round, and shining, into the sun. ah well, best he could get was baking the cakes and hoping food could appease moods. speaking of moods, he was in a rather good one! lovely day outside. sun shining, a bit of a breeze blowing, legion shouting... legion shouting? wait, that wasn't supposed to be part of a lovely day... the son of Ceres stuck his head out the window, only to see a display of bullying. a rare scowl flickered across ryan's face. "hey!" he called as the offenders turned away. his right hand twitched at his side before he glared at the ground. suddenly, a vine shot out from the ground near the girl and sprang towards the son of Mars' ankle. ryan blinked, willing the vine to wrap around the larger male's ankle. without checking to see if the tripping succeeded, ryan put down his bubbles and rushed outside. "hey," he said gently, crouching down to the fallen girl. "oh... canence! you alright?" he asked, frowning. the girl had seemed so sweet when he had met her in new rome. what were some people's problems?

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Growing up had always been hard. Her twin brother made it rather difficult to make friends. The few friends she did have when she was little, well after a while they tended to stop being friends. Then came camp and the Legion. There was a rather small amount that Cadence got along with. She wasn't strong or someone that she felt was good for the legion. But for all of the faults she had, she tried hard and was a loyal roman. Cadence was forcing herself to get better at Archery. She was a child of Apollo. She took a leaf out of Tessa's book and was forcing herself to get better. She still had yet to find a weapon that was good for her in melee, but Cadence knew that she would find one eventually. Maybe she would ask Remus or someone to help her. Owen was always much better than she was at what seemed like everything.

Cadence drew in a sharp breath as the foot connected with her ribs once more. This prompted her to cough hard and gasp as the wind was knocked out of her. But none the less, she gasped for air as she managed to pull herself to all fours before making another attempt to wipe the mud from her face. There was a flash of something green, well at any rate it was something different colored from the mud that now plastered the clothes she wore. Well maybe it was a good thing that she was headed to the Bath house anyways. The green vine whipped up and around the guys ankle, making him trip and face plant. Cadence couldn't help but smile, she gave a small laugh, followed by a small whimper. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to breathe, gods it even hurt to think. She reached up and touched a tender spot on her forehead. "Great, I'll be having a blood goose egg in a few hours." She groaned and sat against the wall, propping herself up.

Gratefully, Cadence looked up to whomever had come to her rescue. She smiled. It was Ryan, one of the boys from the third cohort. The son of Ceres was such a sweetheart and one of the few people that Cadence actually considered her friend. Or at least he was considerate enough towards her, he never made fun of her nor did he beat her up. "Thanks mate." Cadence said, smiling slightly as she winced. A busted lip too? this was just getting better and better. "Sorry to rain on your parade Ryan. You probably have much better things to do than to rescue me." Cadence said with a laugh. She shuddered in pain as she tried to even her breathing out.

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ic: 460 tag: cadence rhys credit to oblivion the love that binds us is more important than the power we wield.

being a demigod usually didn't entail a great childhood. ryan supposed horrible histories just came with the territory of being half human, half god. most back stories included one or more of the following: monsters, disowning parents, dead parents, absent parents, no parents, no friends, constantly being the "freaky" kid, constantly being the new kid, unwelcomed displays of powers... no wonder no one did back story here. besides, rough and tough romans weren't supposed to complain about it. sure, there had been bumps in the road, but they had survived. they were survivors. probably one of the reasons lupa decided to let them into the legion in the first place. lupa's decision had always confused ryan. he certainly wasn't roman material: as one of the pacifist, ceres kids, he wasn't even sure how he got into third cohort. he had been pretty sure he was going to get into fourth or fifth. but no... someone had seen... something in him, and had landed him in the middle cohort. he had his little family there, and he was happy, but sometimes, he just wondered... who in their right mind would put him a) in the legion and B) in the third cohort? obviously someone. maybe lupa had been off her judgement game that day. cadence's attacker tripped. whoops. a little mud on his face wouldn't hurt him. in fact, mud masks were great for skin complexion! the vine slunk back to where it had initially grown out of and ryan gave it a moment of inspection before letting it sink back down into the ground. "none needed," he smiled at her. "you alright?" he asked, his eyes automatically drawing to her ribs, stomach, and head. two well known target areas in the legion, plus, the part time medic in training was getting woken up. "naw, you didn't! besides, nothing's better than saving a friend," he said, with an edge of a tease. he watched her in concern as a look of pain crossed her face. "just stay still and rest. do you just feel winded or did something crack?" ribs were always a messy business. one of the campers, first cohort if he remembered right, had a shrunken one months ago. ryan didn't even know that was possible. according to jason though, the older camper had ticked off one too many gods and had been repeatedly turned into animals and then zapped back into a human. now that ryan thought about it, it was a miricle that it had just been the older guy's rib. ah! simons. that was his name. he remembered now. the silent forge guy who had made his staff, gone on the quest, and had gone missing from camp, presumably going to orthys.

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Cadence couldn't help but smile at Ryan. This kid was no doubt, the sweetest and kindest person in camp. He was a pacifist, that much Cadence knew. But sometimes there was just.... there were other ways of solving problems then being a roaring and raging roman who would stop at nothing to rampage and go on the warpath. She didn't know what it was that Lupa saw in her. She wasn't a very good fighter and she wasn't too good at archery either. She had to force herself to get stronger. She couldn't let her brother get all the fun and glory right? But as she smiled at the younger guy, she couldn't help but count herself lucky. "You're a bloody prince you are." Cadence winced as she reached over to grab her 'clean' shirt from the ground. It wasn't muddy or too dirty, but now it was covered in grass stains and a bit of dirt. She used it to dab at her face. "Ow!" She said, as she touched her busted lip and now a cut close to her eyebrow. Oh gosh it hurt to breathe. She hadn't really noticed the sharp and shooting pain that was in her side till the adrenaline of getting her bullocks busted again. "I dunno how to tell if something's cracked. I think I'm the only Apollo child who has no medical ability what so ever." She said, taking in a shaky breath.

She might have to send someone to the infirmary to see if Tessa could come and check her out. She didn't want to go to the infirmary. She didn't want to accidentally kill someone just because they had a cut. Silently, she cursed Juno. She was the only god that Cadence didn't like. There were times that she wondered how her father could let her be cursed like that. Cadence knew that it wasn't his fault that Juno was a pain in the ass sometimes..... well most of the time. When she had first killed someone because of the plague, that was quite the dark day for her. She was such a danger to herself and to other people. "I might have to just wait and see when I meet up with Tessa at Archery practice later....." She mused out loud. Any pain or injury could wait. Especailly if it meant keeping other people safe at her pain and suffering. "So, blowing bubbles again? oh, I did get you something, but I left it in my trunk." She said. Cadence had seen this particular gift in New Rome after hanging out with her father. Sure it had been in the childrens section of toys, but it seemed to fit her new friend.

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ic: 461 tag: cadence rhys credit to oblivion the love that binds us is more important than the power we wield

cadence had seemed like a nice girl from the off. he had met her first in new rome... at least that's what he remembered. of course, he had heard of her. once you were in the legion long enough, you just heard about certain people. sadly, only the bad things came out. things like cadence being contagious, or lexi'll kill you if you touch her, a daughter of pluto raised a greek army... none of the gossip should be the person's defining factors. lexi was ryan's sister. she was an amazing, lovely person. so what if her skin was toxic? he'd give her a hug anyway. same with cadence. oddities seemed to drive people away for a reason. scared of the unknown or different or something psychological like that. then again, shouldn't they all understand that feeling? most of them had been mixed with mortals for half of their lives. for most people (himself included) that meant isolation because, as a demigod, they could do "weird stuff". so sure, ryan had heard something about cadence accidentally making the infirmary sick. whatever the case though, ryan didn't hold anything against her. it wasn't her fault; from what he had heard, a god had cursed her. "too kind of you, m'lady," he said in a slight tease. Ryan watched her movements carefully, the inner medic in him going on analytical mode. Rib injuries were common in the Legion with training and all. He nearly opened his mouth to tell her he'd get it, but she was already shifted and reaching for her shirt. Although she seemed to reach it well enough, her face did betray pain when breathing. Maybe it was just the adrenaline crash. It could just be a bruise. Hopefully it was just a bruise and not a crack, although an X-ray would be the only way of being certain. "Nah, it's fine! Think the only manual way to make sure is by X-Ray, anyways." At least, that's what he had retained from his time working there. That, plus he wasn't an Apollo kid himself. Ryan frowned slightly, thinking. If only he carried around ambrosia and nectar. Then again, that stuff could be deadly if overused. Burning from the inside out while trying to heal probably wasn't the most dignified way for a legionary to die. "Orrrr you can go now... I'm not really qualified for the broken bone business, that's more Jason and Tessa. If not them, I'm sure we could find someone else." Sitting in pain wasn't fun, that much he knew. Longer the person went without treatment meant more chance of complications or infections later on. bubbles? the son of ceres gave a laugh. "yup, as always," he nodded. a smile flickered across his face. "Aw, you shouldn't have."

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She did not understand why there were some people who insisted on being a jerk. They were all the same and your parentage and your cohort didn't matter. Deep down they were all the same. They were mortals that needed love and affection with other people. Humans were social creatures and they needed social interactions. While Cadence didn't have the natural war like tendencies that other people had and she had a little issue that made people talk about her behind her back, she had at least a few friends. People that she could count on to have her back and to be there if she needed a shoulder to cry on. She had her niece Tessa, an angel if she had ever known one, she had her brother, and she had Ryan. He was a younger boy but she truly believed that more people should aspire to be like him. Or her dad, but that was another story entirely. Everyone should try to be more... human. But in a camp full of raging hormones and teenagers, the egos were flying worse then American flags on the fourth of July, a holiday she never partook in considering it was a sore topic for most British out there.

Cadence felt around on her side. She didn't have the same medical knowlede that she wanted to have, but she didn't feel anything protruding or super sharp pains. "I'm pretty sure nothing is broken. Fractured or bruised is more likely." She said as she supported more of her weight on her bruised hip. Lucky for her those idiots wern't wearing some steeled toed boots. "I can't go to the infirmary. I would hate to put people at risk. The last time I was taken to the infirmary, I caused an outbreak of infection and plague." There were vicious rumors that circled about her and the infirmary. Ryan had probably heard them all, it was high time that he knew the truth about it. "I meet up with Tessa for some extra credit practice in archery." She said looking at the watch on her wrist. She then looked up into Ryan's face with a pained smile. "Though I doubt I'll be practicing much. I bet you're good with herbal pain remedies." She said with a smile. "Can I tell you a secret Ryan?" She asked in a low voice. "I'd give my arms to be decent at healing people. But it's hard to do when you have issues. I want to help, I want to be able to do something other than be a burden to people." She said in a honest voice. There was only one other person she had ever told, figuratively of course, and that was her father. She would bear her heart and soul to her dad. There was nothing he could do about it, but it still made her feel better.

"Yeah, it was something I came across in an apothecary shop, thought you would like it, they are heavy duty glow in the dark bubbles." She said. She had the mason jar sitting in her trunk in her bunk. If she had only known that she was going to run into him, well she wouldn't have brought it with her considering those brutes would just have probably busted the present. It's not like they knew what having fun was like anyways. She was having such a hard time breathing right now, but at least she was breathing and not six feet under.

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ryan frowned slightly as she insisted that she didn't need to go to the infirmary, not wanting to hurt other people. good gods, she sounded like his sister... of course, he understood her want to protect others, but at the same time, she needed to look after herself too! He gave a slight nod, so, right from the source's mouth. "But still... I could always ask someone to come outside for you," he said with a smile. Just because that happened, it didn't make her any less in his eyes. She was still Candence: kind and just trying to survive in this roman camp. it was hard enough, made only worse by internal bullying and ostracism. "Pft. I'm not afraid of some plague. We could die from training. Just another regular day as Roman," he lightly teased. In all reality, he should be dead fifty times over from both training and hugging his sister, whose skin was poison. But no, he was still alive and breathing, probably only because he was a son of ceres and had a degree of immunity. He gave a slight nod. "Okay," he consented. "Just make sure she looks it over while you're there. And yes! Don't exert yourself in this condition. Not until you know what you actually did to yourself." A light grin flickered over his face. "I'm working on it... trying to get better. Herbal remedies, and then actual bone setting and patching up." Ryan believed he could always get better. Even though he was a son of ceres and had a certain affinity for plants and cooking, he still had plenty to learn: from training, from Allan, from his sister, from Candence... from anyone. he looked at her and gave a soft smile as she asked if he could tell him something. if he had learned anything about romans during his time at the legion, it was that if someone told you something personal, you shut up and took it to the grave. not only out of respect, but because it was rare that romans talked about their actual feelings. most romans, anyway. it was this whole "roman constipation" thing that he didn't do. he gave his head a slight shake. "you mustn't ever think that you're a burden. you're an essential part to the legion, heck we all are in our own ways. you're a dead bullseye in the range." and ryan sincerely felt it too. they needed everyone at the legion. they all had different talents, different quirks, different... everything really, but it's what made their (sadly) dysfunctional family work. imagination, critical eyes, nitpickers, inventors, plant growers, charm speakers, waterbenders, shadow travelers... they were all a lovely band of godly children who all needed each other to succeed while at the legion. if someone's idea wasn't there, it could be a matter of success or failure. what if someone wasn't there to point out a flaw, or another not suggest an alternate idea, or a new idea? sure, people could use the "but another person could come up with it" argument, but they didn't know it. besides, not everyone's brains worked the same way. sure, it could be the same suggestion, but all together different at the same time! the possibilities were endless! a grin spread across his face. "glow in the dark?!" he asked, his eyes lighting up. honestly, he had never heard of those types of bubbles. how had one made something like that?! it was magic! maybe a trivia child... or... wait. could there be a god of bubbles? nah.. that had to be connected with... maybe neptune since he was the god of water and that's all bubbles were: water mixed with soap. on that line of thinking: what was soap made up of anyway? "that sounds so cool! thanks so much!" he smiled.