Old style Training. (open)

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Almost two months had passed since Julia was deliviered to Lupa's house by Prometheus, and almost two weeks since she got to camp and she was still in deep troubles trying to adjust to the people in there. It was incredible that even when they were romans they didn't know how to speak latin! well, she remembered back in her time and in her island, there were people that came from other sides of the roman empire, some of them from Galia, orthers from the land of sands as the legionaries and the merchants called it, some others that the romans called barbarian, they came from Britania. but the ones that were citizens of Rome talked not only those languages, but also Latin.

Camp Jupiter seemed the gathering of those ancient places, wherever she looked at she saw different people, different colors of skin and eyes, different tongues. August had told her about the weird boxes with light that some held in their hands all the time. Those were something that she found disctracting and amazing, but at some points annoying. the clothes, the fabrics, they were using the purple, like in the time that she had being in the real, now ancient, Rome. She liked that color it was more... solemn. But whenever she tried to communicate with others most of them looked at her as if she was a weird bug. They were romans! then why they found so strange that someone talked in latin all the time?! She couldn't understand that.

So she decided to go to the Fields of Mars and train for a while. she needed to train and to get ready for the comming war. Maybe Saturn was right and her mother saved her and kept her away only to use her later as a weapon! well, she will be one, but not for him or her, she would help Rome and Romans, as she should have done it before. She walked to the dummies and smiled, she decided to practice with the daggers her mother had given to her so many years ago. First she warmed up, she ran several circles around the fields, then she made several gymnastic movements and last after like an hour she walked to the dummies. She took them from her pendant and then threw two of them, right in the dummie's heart and forehead.

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The Field of Mars. Ronan needed to get some training in. He had spent too much time in the forge here lately. He needed to get out, to do something that didn't involve him being cooped up. He needed some fresh air. Ever since Edmund left, Ronan really had been torn up. His brother didn't even bother to come back to the forge. Then he had heard that Edmund had left, joining up on Saturns side. He looked around the forge, shaking his head. He picked up his armor, stripping down to his tee shirt and leather pants. No excess clothing. He didn't need it. After tightening the straps of his armor, he moved his joints, making sure that they were well done. He was only going to the field, but he didn't want to be vulnerable when or if he got into a sparring match. The Mars and Jupiter kids could really do a number on weapons and armor. He spent more time fixing that stuff then he did making new things.

There was a girl that seemed to be at the training dummies already. Ronan watched her, she was good. He pulled his hammer out, a gift from his father when he made centurion. His hand slid down the supple leather shaft an it hung from a leather throng around his wrist. it was loosely held, but it was close enough that if necessary, he could easily bring it up to slam it into someone or something's head. But he shook his head, taking his eyes away from her. He needed to focus instead of watching. He wasn't like Charlie or Remus, he was just a child of the forge. He activated the wristband, his shield spun out and clicked. He would have to fix that clicking sound and get some WD40 to fix that. The shield's edge was slightly bladed. Nice and sharp, like a war fan. Good for bashing and slashing. Maybe he would make some new weapons when he was able to finally get out of this creators block that he was going through.

Ronan tightened his grip on his hammer. Flames ignited, wrapping and twisting around the head of the hammer, snaking down his arm and around his shoulder. In a single movement he slammed into the dummy, making a loud crashing sound. Sweat beaded up under his helmet as he continued to lay into the dummy. Anyone would have been stupid to just stand there and take the massive beating that Ronan was dishing out. That's why it was a training dummy and not a live person. He would have hated to put such a beating on a live person. There was a crack and the dummy's head went sailing through the air on fire, the face of it cracked in from the connecting hammer. It rolled across the field, leaving a spot or two of flaming grass as it came to a stop beside the girl. Ronan sighed, walking over to retrieve the head. "Forgive me" Ronan stated in Russian, slipping away from the latin or english that he usually used. The flames still licked his arm as he picked up the wooden head.

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Just after Julia threw her daggers she heard some foot steps, she frowned for a second and tried to relate those footsteps to anyone she had seen recently, but she couldn't. Besides it seemed as if a titan itself was the one walking into the fields of mars. well that would be... not good right? the only titan she knew that wasn't with Saturn was Prometheus and he ususally didn't show his real and amazing size, so who could it be? she looked back, she turned slowly kind of fearing that it was a monster and not someone friendly. She looked at the man standing there, he was holding a hammer, a weapon that would be able to smashed her head and body as if it was made of butter.

She found it difficult to understand how on Earth could he be holding such weapon, then she looked at his body and then his size, he was as tall as a tree! he was huge! probably more than a foot taller than she was, she continued looking at him and frowned a bit. She got the images of some guys like him in her time. They had been impressive demigods, people used to think that they were closer to titans than gods, but they weren't, one had been related to Mars and the other to Hyperion, well that was what she remembered, but maybe her memory was playing tricks to her. Sometimes since she got out of that cave of Lotus eaters she thought that maybe her memory wasn't intact, that maybe eating those flowers for so long had messed up with her mind, or maybe she had always been so crazy? she couldn't remember if she had always had so much disagreeance in her mind or was something more recent.

She always got distracted, she always had troubles with authority, she thought it was because of her mother, but then she had heard one of the satyrs explaining some kids about all of the demigods having something called ADHD, well she knew nothing about it, but she would go and look for it in the library, she was thankful that manuscripts there were in Latin too. she was absorted in her mind and thought when she heard something flew over the sky and then was about to fall against her, she got back to reality and looked at it, then she realized it would ave never hit her, it fell close to her and then rolled at her feet. It seemed a head, she stepped back slowly, frightened but not in panic, then she frowned at it, it was already black and still burning, she noticed it was a wooden head of a dummy.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the huge titanic guy walking closer to where she was. He said something in a language that she had never heard, not even the changed Britannian language, but a very different one, she tilted her head and looked at him when he lifted the head, the tone of his voice had been soft even when the volume had been like a husky thunder. The head was still burning, flames licking his skin and he semed not to get hurt by it. So a demigod related to a god of fire. August had said that almost all demigods there spoke latin, so she ventured to speak her naive tongue and wait to see if this huge son of gods knew latin or not. "Non lingua loquor. Latine loqui poteris, quaeso?" <sub>*1

*1: I don't speak that language. Could you speak in Latin, please?</sub>

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There was a lot of things going on. With Edmund gone over to the titans side, well it had put Ronan into a real funk. But it seemed like everyone else out there, Ronan was destined to be alone forever. He was a murderer and bastard. He knew that deep down, he didn't deserve family and friends. He didn't deserve being a centurion, he couldn't even talk sense into Edmund. Not that Edmund had come back to the forge. Ronan still felt responsible for the younger male. It was his fault he left, he just knew it. He saw how sad little Lyn was that edmund had left. It was enough to break his heart. Maybe one of these days he'd wise up and just leave. He didn't need to bother anyone with his presence. With any luck, he'd die in this upcoming fight. Sure he'd do what he could to protect Nova, lyn, even that little annoyance named Lance that had taken a shine to his little sister. Even it would seem that his creations were not what they should be. They were weak, they didn't work, and they were just ridiculous.

It seemed that the girl just stood there and stared at him for a moment. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, the light tended to do that. Maybe it was exhaustion and spending so much time amongst the smoke, fire and char had gotten to his head. Late nights and little food tended to do stuff to a person. Tessa was always getting on him for needing sleep and rest and that strange thing called food. Ronan didn't have time for rest and sleep. He had a ton of things to prepare for the upcoming war. If anyone had hazard to look at his desk, it was no longer littered with his tinkering projects and intricate pieces of jewelry he was working on. It was littered with blue prints, with books on various weapons and even the repair bin was more empty as usual. Ronan had to force himself to complete mundane projects to keep the camp going, to keep it supplied.

Ronan frowned for a moment as the girl looked confused. Then he realized he had spoken in Russian instead of Latin or English. It was a bad habit he had developed, reverting back to his first language. It took him a moment to change mental gears in his head as she spoke in latin. He then returned the favor, again speaking in Latin to her. "I apologize. I have a bad habit of speaking Russian when things bother me." He explained as he doused the fire of the flaming head in his hand. The flames just crawled up his arm, almost like it was a snake of flames. The head itself was still smoking and charred, he'd have to fix that dummy later on. His tired eyes looked at the small female. To him small was a relative term. Nearly everyone here was smaller than he was. Again, his voice rumbled in a low tone, speaking Latin, "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

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Julia looked at that gigant walking closer to her, his whole body seemed to have been created to war, to stop a a cohort all by himself. Those flames... they for sure would be a good way to keep some monsters away from him, and even more the demigods, she knew that in her time he would have been considered not only a demigod, but a hero and a protector from some village or maybe even a city, depending the place where he had been born. Would he also be a reincarnation? Not from her time at least, she would have remembered the name and description of such man.

Then he finally talked to her again, this time in Latin, just like Augustus and Prometheus told her, most people in that new camp, spoke Latin too. So she smiled at the sound of her mother tongue at least she wouldn't be that isolated from others in that place, as Prometheus said she would find a way to connect to others, at least at first with her native language. He still had a very specific accent, he talked about his mother tongue to be someing called Russian, well she didn't know the name, but his accent sounded like the accent of the Northern Gigants, her father had some slight comerce with them, so she knew one or two when she was a child.

then the flames were gone and he apologized, she smiled at him, gently as she always did when people was kind to her. "It is ok, you don't need to worry. I just came here to practice, I feel I need a lot to work on and I have so little time." then she looked at the dummy and then at the hammer hanging from his wrist, it definetely wasn't a roman weapon, it was as she had thought a weapon from the Northern Tribes, maybe Germannia, or could it be Britannia? but that accent wasn't from there, maybe the land of the Northen savages, the ones that talked about other gods...

She spoke to him in her delicate and nice Latin. "Excuse me... I know I shouldn't ask like this but... what is Russian and... Are you from behind the ice walls? those further from Germannia? because not only your accent, but your hight and your weapon of choice aren't roman, right?" she only knew the ancient names, so she hoped he would knew them too, if not it would be kind of difficult to explain to him all the mess that implied the reason why she didn't know them.

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“I am from Russia,” Ronan said in latin, his voice was low and raspy. “It is ever further north than Germannia. It is always cold and snowy. My people were the Goths, those that contributed to the fall of ancient Rome.” He had actually paid attention back in the classes of geography and roman history. “But I am a son of Rome, there is no doubt about it. I work in the forge, so I am more comfortable with a hammer than a sword.” He explained. It wasn't too out of the ordinary for someone to ask him about where he came from, though the gentle words were more of a surprise than the question. “If I had a map, I could explain this better. I.... oh.... wait....” Ronan pulled out something from a pouch on his side. It was something he had been working on for a while and only now had it just started to work. It was a small sphere, though someone likened it to a spherical rubiks cube. Ronan twisted it twice one way and then three times another way, then punched in some spherical indentations on it before setting it on the ground as it projected a map into the air. It was of the empire of ancient Rome. Ronan moved his fingers and expanded the map. “This is where I am from.” He said pointing to one of the further points in russia, closer to europe but also closer to the north. “Murmansk, on the boarder of modern day Norway and Finland.” His map wasn't quite fine tuned yet, but when it was finished, he would present it to Remus. It could be quite the invaluable tool, as he aimed to have it show wherever they were, most of the lines of the camps soldiers and hopefully the main bulk of Saturns forces as well. He wasn't sure how well they would be cloaked against his technology.

“My name is Ronan Redpath, I'm Centurion of the Fifth Cohort.” The term still felt somewhat strange on his own lips. He had still not gotten used to the idea of being in charge of a cohort. The latin still fell from his tongue easy. It was still much more improved than his english. He still didn't think he would ever get the hang of that particular language. There was so much to learn, rules and exceptions to the rules. How english speakers were able to speak their own language was way beyond his own understanding. Even his own blueprints were in either Latin or his own Cyrillic. “If you're looking for practice, this is the place to do it. Though you might want to ask either Tessa or Charlie for help. They're much better fighters than I.” Ronan was strong, his brute force had given him the advantage on more than one occasion, but he still felt that there was much room for improvement. That's what he was doing here, practicing. Once he was done here, he'd be scheduling some cohort training. While the fifth was a disgrace amongst the legion, he was going to do his hardest to bring it back up. “I will be schedualing some practice with my cohort, but you are more than welcome to join us if you'd like.” Ronan said with a nod of his head. It wasn't like a first cohort training weekend, Ronan knew that his cohort wasn't up for something like that.

“No my weapons are not standard legion issue, but a hammer is familiar to my hands. I have some, mostly what I've made. Have you been fitted for armor yet?” Ronan asked as he regarded the female in front of him. His mind was already working on the best way to protect her and outfit her. She used daggers, that means she would need maneuverability. He could easily use hardened leather armor with plates of metal sewn in between the layers, that would be most beneficial for dagger use. However the separation of the plates would leave her open. She would have to sacrifice survivability for being able to have a wider range of motion.

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So he was for that weird place, Russia he said. She had never heard of that place, but when he said it was always covered with snow and ice, she remembered that some sailors had once told her about a place where Lady Khione lived, it was really far from her place, yet, she had thought of traveling there someday... Maybe now with all the things that August told her that would exist in this world, she could go there faster. "then Lady Khione lives there? some sailors told me that she lived there! where there was always snow and ice!" She was kind of... hyper, this new world was amazing! Then she looked at the small ball he got off his pocket and then saw it transforming. "that is more than... impressive!"

Then she looked again at the hammer and then back at him, for sure that weapon fit more than a sword, a sword would seem a tooth-stick in his hands! She looked back at the ball and noticed the places and the names, but then she noticed something that didn't agree with her head. "May I ask, why the map is circular? why a sphere?" wasn't the world flat? they were like a board in the Olympus and the gods played around it! Then finally he introduced himself and she smiled at him. "I'm sorry I forgot my manners for a moment, My name is Julia Amethyst Seneca. and it is a real pleasure and honor to meet a centurion of the legion." she said in a normal tone, not like a groupie! Then continued looking at the map and then back at him when he spoke again.

"Well, by the way the head of the dummy flew over here, I think that I could use some good training with you, besides it would be an honor to train with a centurion." she said and smiled nodding, she would really try and train with his cohort, why not?! "I'll try to train with your cohort, thank you." Then he asked about an armor and if she had one, well the truth was that she had none. "not really, I'm new to this place, so... I have no armor or weapon." she said with a nice smile at him. and he got a really good point! She had no armor, if war was coming, then she needed a good armor, something that could be comfortable in battle! maybe a standard female roman?

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“Lady Khione?” Ronan knew who the girl was talking about, but the thought never really crossed his mind as to whether or not his homeland might have been residence to the goddess of snow. “She might have lived there at one point, but it has always mostly been a land of snow and ice.” Ronan said. “Even the waters freeze solid in the middle of winter, so I suppose it's more than likely that she takes residence up there. Though I hear that these days she lives in Canada.” Okay if this girl didn't know where Russia was, she probably didn't know where Canada was. Ronan wouldn't judge, there were all kinds of people out there. He had even met a demi-god once that had been home schooled and was told that on the seventh day God invented something to protect the world from the demons that spewed leaves. He had heard some strange things and seen even stranger, so to hear something like what this girl was saying, it wasn't weird at all.

“Yes the world is round. There was a man who sailed around the world to prove it was circular but the arguments for it started back in the ancient times. Ptolemy, he was in Alexandria when Rome conquered it, he was one of the first to argue that the world was round.” Ronan stated. He probably sounded like one of those egg-headed nerds that spent too much time in the library. But many of the most important engineers were also mathematicians and scientists, they were smart and to study their works was only basic instruction. “Magellan was the first to circumnavigate the globe to prove that the earth was spherical. Though people use flat maps so they can see more of the world all at once.” Ronan took a breath before continuing to speak. “Even when there is a lunar eclipse, the earth casts a circular shape in it's shadow.” He took another breath before looking down at the girl again. “I apologize, but it is one of my favorite things to speak about. There are plenty of brilliant minds that have created things to prove the world is round.” He looked at the ground rather sheepishly. She probably wasn't interested in learning things like that. This was New Rome after all and most of the learning went into bashing people's heads in. Then she introduced herself, she was pretty formal. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Julia Seneca.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake.

“I can make you a weapon and some armor. If you don't have anything to do, come on by the forge. I'll have to get your measurements and we can talk about what you want for a weapon.” Ronan said as he looked at her with a practiced eye of a Vulcan child. “If you don't mind me asking, who is your divine parent? Sometimes I can find a good fitting weapon simply based off of that.” He said. Well to a degree it was true. Mars and Jupiter kids tended to favor more traditional style weaponry, swords, spears and shields. Then there were the Apollo kids who favored bows and other projectile weapons. Children of Mercury faired well with lighter weapons, rapiers and daggers and knives. Though some of the minor deities children were somewhat all over the place. “if you need anything, I'm either in the forge or in the field, don't hesitate to ask me.” He said, offering her a small smile.

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Julia was amazed at the things that Ronan was explaining to her, it was impressive how he was so patient to tell her all what she needed to know about this new world! He told her about the new place where Khione lived, which she found kind of logic, always up where the cold was good enough to keep her at a freezing temperature. But she also thought that maybe she had a... 'summer' residence where he was from, in not her, one of her siblings or her father... who knew.

Then she continued talking, he talked about the Earth, how it was circular and how people tried to prove it since the ancient times, well in her case for a couple of years before she was born. He mentioned several names but she couldn't get any but one of those, it was an egyptian name, she remembered it. Julius Caesar had it mentioned in his chronicles and also several of the pirates in her father's crew talked about the marvels in Alexandria, it was one of the most amazing places in the world they said. "I do know that name... Ptolomeo! He did said so, but no one believed on him and... well you know our Empire was the strongest and Its ideas were the ones that ruled the world back then."

Next he continued explaining about it and also apologized for talking so much about that topic, but maybe he apologized because he wasn't looking at her face. She might be daughter of Discordia, was born in a family of pirates and assasins, but she had a huge like for books and scripts and scrolls! she loved to know knew things! so when he was talking in such way, she was amazed, her face reflected the same emotions than a little girl on christmas morning. She was completely delighted about it! "No please!! continue! I love to know new stuff! and all of that is a Universe of knowledge! you are very lucky to live in a time when you know all of that!" She smiled and put her hand on his arm, then she felt how hot he was and looked at him, she pulled back her hand, but not in fear but in respect, she hoped he didn't think she was trying something else than being friendly.

She smiled at him in a wide way when he said it had been nice to meet her, well, for sure it had been great to meet him too! then he offered her to make an armor and her weapons. She nodded instantly and then sighed a bit when he asked who was her godly parent, she knew by then that her mother was considered... well not a very pleasent one. "My mother is Discordia, and it would be a great pleasure if you could help me with my armor and weapons." then she thought for a moment remembering her new schedule. "Well... I've just been sorted into my cohort, but my Centurion a son of Jupiter, told me that I needed my armor at least before he could let me into the real trainings, that without one they would kill me for sure." she shrugged and laughed. "that is very kind of you! thank you! I'm glad i... have been sent here at this time and with this legion."

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Ronan looked downward again. He wasn't sure if being such a nerd was alright towards a female he had just met. Way to scare away a potential friend. Damn it all, the organic creatures were never something that he had a good chance in. Females in general and people, well he couldn't help but being bad with people. It was genetically predisposed in his system to be bad with people. Ronan knew that eventually he would have to get past that and just break out of his shell. He couldn't keep blaming his dad for all of the problems that he had. It was petty and stupid. He was better then that. Plenty of people here had stories and his was barely noteable. There were plenty of demi-gods that were better fighters and builders and healers out there, he was just a problem waiting to happen. But for as long as he felt like he owed a debt to New Rome, he would serve his home. When he retired, maybe he would go to the university and become an engineer, so he could build things to help the people that he was so indebted to.

Ronan couldn't help but smile at Julia. She seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. It was nice to have someone listen to him and not give him hell. “Have you been to the library at the University in New Rome? There's at least a hundred lifetimes of knowledge in there.” Ronan asked. Sure he had spent a good bit of time in the engineering section of the library, absorbing and pouring over books and blueprints for hours on end when he was younger. Now he had his own notebooks filled with notes, calculations, blueprints of his own and projects he wanted to complete on his own. “History has so much to teach us, because we can't go forward unless we know where we come from. Some of us it happens to be Roman blood.” He said with a laugh. Ronan knew what he was talking about. He learned a lot from studying the warfare of ancient rome, mostly from their weapons. He could improve on them, make them stronger, durable, more powerful. He could improve on the armor, find ways to make it stronger, to protect the people that need protection. “I would have loved to see the ancient times, to see them build and make things.” He shook his head. Wishful thinking at best. It was humbling to think that there were artisans and builders that were able to create masterpieces and buildings that lasted for nearly thousands of years. They didn't have the tools and technology that they had today, but their works of art lasted.

“Hmm Lady Discordia huh?” Ronan tapped a finger on his chin as he thought, the wheels in his head turning. “A light blade, a rapier or maybe a short sword, knives daggers, have you any experience with throwing knives?” He mused out loud. Then his mind turned to armor. “Light armor, hardened leather, maneuverability, without sacrificing protection.” He took out a pen and a note pad from the side pouch on his belt where he kept some tools, a few spare parts and the said pen and note pad. He started jotting down whatever ideas that came to his mind as the wheels in his head were turning. “Son of Jupiter? Oh you mean Chris Ashby, he's a good guy. A very good friend of mine. Good leader, you'll learn loads from him.” Ronan said. He really did think highly of the son of Jupiter. Chris was a friend to Ronan where others were not. If it came down to it and Chris needed anything, no matter the challenge or how off the wall it was, Ronan would do his damndest to get it done. If his friend in First Cohort asked for a rocket to the moon, he'd go steal softwear from NASA.