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Ah, the Via Principalis. One of the most well-used roads in the military section of Camp Jupiter. It was lined with shops selling all sorts of things that any young demigod or legacy could need. Weapons, coffee, there was even a prism stand for iris messaging purposes. And lots and lots of young people, heading to and from the various places this road connected: the barracks, the baths, the principia. He turned his – this time single-faced – gaze upon the principia. So many decisions were made there. He frequented that building unseen all the time. He frequented a lot of places unseen. This time, however, he was perfectly visible to anyone who wanted to see him. The whole of Camp Jupiter and New Rome were interesting places to hang out. And the people, oh, the people. He smiled to himself as he looked around.

Yes, so many people milling around, most of them ignoring him. He didn’t mind. He looked quite different at the moment from the ancient rendition of him on Temple Hill, so he didn’t expect to be recognized. Especially the part about having but one face. And no beard. Yes, the Romans seemed to have preferred him with a beard back in the day, but he preferred without it to be honest. He’d merely worn it then as a status symbol.

He tapped his chin as he pondered the coffee and other drinks stand across the via from him. One face preferred coffee, the other tea. It made deciding on what to drink quite difficult. After some five minutes of mental back and forthing, he walked up to the stall and bought himself pomegranate juice. Something mutual. He wandered a little further and bought himself a grilled cheese sandwich, because who didn’t like cheese? Then he settled into a spot along the via and ate his food and drink and people watched, one of his favorite sports.

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Word Count: 319
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Tag: @janus

Word: 420

Notes: Mwahahaha!!!

It was a good day to walk among mortals, all of them were so alive! and for some reason all of them or almost all of them had some connection with the Goddess of Strife. All of them had discord in their mind and souls at some level, most of them used the strife to get done with stuff they needed to finish or start in their lives. 'I want to study enginering, but my parents want me to study medicine... I hate my job, but how can I make my own business?... I love her so much but I don't know if she feels the same...' well, so many inner discussions in the mind of a person, now how about the mind of six billion people around the globe? well that was a lot of energy. 

Discordia loved to go and walk among them because all those inner arguments gave her energy, kept her alive! they didn't even have to pray to her like they could pray to the other gods, no... their only existence and their discord and strife gave her enough strength... maybe that was something good about being from the old ones among the old ones... older than Jupiter himself. Who cared that she wasn't even really remembered by mortals, they had her in them, she lived in their very cores, so she didn't mind that they didn't even think about her... consciously.

She walked among the demigods, they were even a better source of energy than mortals, the so called ADHD gave them so much more discord in their minds and hearts! bright good energy. but She didn't like to be among them only because of that, she really liked to help them to make them get the best of themselves. That was always after they got into some striving moment. Then they would pull inner strength and fight for whatever they wanted to achieve and then, finally they got it, they achieved it and they were happier, stronger, better human beings... usually.

She walked up the Via and suddenly she saw someone that she hadn't seen in years... well better said a couple of decades... maybe since the Civil War.  She smiled and walked to where the God was. "I must say... you look more handsome without that beard!" she smirks at him and winks at Janus. In civil War they were a great team! desisions and strife! Strife and desisions... always together, always hand by hand... maybe this time they were needed again.

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Janus was minding his own business, just standing there and watching people. Well, okay, so maybe that was a bit wrong. Okay, really wrong. He was actually snooping in their minds trying to sort out what internal struggles the passersby were dealing with. It was a sort of twisted hobby of his. And oh, the Romans had so much to hide too, so many rich struggles, hard decisions. They tried to force it under the surface, but nothing of that matter could be hidden from the eyes of Janus. He was the god of decisions. His realm was the mind. The only trouble was, he had such a horrible time focusing his own. Or should he say…both of his own? Though this little hobby of his did help him focus a bit. Mostly because both of his minds enjoyed the sport of snooping into other people’s heads. Sometimes, if a person’s internal struggle was interesting enough, he would find himself ignoring the others and mentally talking to himself about it. Yes, Janus was a strange breed, but he rather liked it that way. Even when he was all by himself, he was never truly alone.

That was about when he sensed the presence of one he considered a friend. Or at least, a fun goddess to be around, that was for sure. Discordia herself, the goddess of strife. Ah, he still remembered her apple trick way back when. Brilliant. She was always entertaining to say the least. And they did make a good team back during the Civil War. Brother against brother. Demigod against demigod. The big-name gods were torn to uselessness by their own inner discord between the Greek and Roman sides, left wandering or hiding, but certainly not doing anything to help their children. Janus, however, was never Greek to begin with, so he had only one cultural side. He was fit as a fiddle the whole war, and ready to make the best of it. He and Discordia had had a grand time bringing out the crazy confusion that was war on such a large scale.

He looked to her when she spoke up and his face creased in a smile. “Well well well, if it isn’t my dear friend. It’s been a while. And thank you, I do rather favor the clean-shaven look myself. You also look quite well. Young and beautiful as always, with that gleam in your eye that says you’re up to something.” He smirked. “Care to let me in on the fun?”

Tag: Discordia
Word Count: 420
Notes: muse was weak, so not as long as I’d like it