The Most Dangerous Game -Eve-

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like toy soldiers As of late, Ed's life had become a series of long waiting games. Most recently it became "wait until Josh gets back" (he was coming back) and "wait to get a monster reading or hear a news story" from his rudimentary monster tracking device or Cinny respectively. Ed didn't do well with waiting. Sitting around, unable to physically do anything about the situation at hand made him antsy. As if he had to have yet another reminder of his uselessness. It had become especially bad with Josh. He could literally do nothing except train, forge, drink, eat a little, try (but fail) to sleep, and sit around, hoping that the idiotic son of Mercury walk through the front door. Half of Edmund really hoped that he'd walk in and he like: "What the hell are you talking about? I've been here the whole time! Did you have a bad dream?" Bad dream put mildly. More like nightmare. Another half of him hoped it was some sick joke, but Ed knew that Josh would never purposefully give them this much of a heart attack just for kicks. Especially with Art coming. So. What could he do? Nothing. Absolutely freaking nothing. Useless... Useless.... All he could do was forge and train. Try to keep structure. Try to keep sanity. Try not to run himself to the ground with denial, guilt, or any other emotions he had managed to suppress. He couldn't keep his own family together. It never worked out. Why would he ever build up the illusion that maybe, just maybe, it could've worked out this time? No... no. Foolish... foolish. One of the ways he had been taught to channel his anger and energy: training.  Also, it was a good way of taking out his frustrations (mostly towards himself). Hitting dummies, hitting other people's swords, focusing on not getting yourself killed by another person. That's what he found soothing. That, plus being inside a 100F plus room filled with fire where he could either get badly burned, cut, or die, but y'know. That was Ed. On the quest, he had trained. While in Orthys, he had trained. After getting expelled from the Legion and then becoming a New Roman civilian, he trained. He just kept it up, no matter where or what the circumstances. It just felt odd not to do it after his life had been strictly centered around it for seven years. So, Edmund Simons, traitor of the Legion, would go to the Circus Maximus everyday and train. Like clockwork. Like what he was accustomed to. Train, forge, drink, eat, sleep, in that order (even though the last one was almost non existent). Not many people approached him while he trained. Well, no one with good intentions, anyway. They were well deserved too. As far as camp was concerned, he was a traitor, and he was fine with that. A facade he'd have to continue for the rest of his life, but hey, what else was new? Wasn't like he had never lived a facade before. Nope, nothing new. Facade upon facade... until the quest team had come along and partially smashed them apart. Now, they were all back in place. Stronger, yet somewhat unstable. He missed having a family... again. But who would he admit that to? Probably no one. UT: Evelyn McCloud COMMENTARIA: Hope that was okay :D VERBA: 553

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Notes: Well... let's see how well she does XD

Everything was running so fast! since War everything was... like in full speed, fast fewed... she thought there would be more time to be prepared, to gather more information about the people around, people who would join the agency without a shed of blood, She had already lived through two wars at camp and several missions for the agency, several where she had killed so many. Obviously no one in Camp knew about it, in there they thought that she was a very weak opponent, that her only power was to make flowers grow, and well unless her opponent was allergic to polen, then that meant she was an easy target.  But she wasn't at all, she was a deathly weapon and she would let them see that the moment she needed them to die in front of her.

But that very day, she was kind of tired of it, she wanted to kill something, to fight and train till the tiredom would force her body into a break down and she could sleep for at least a day or two. something to make her brain stop thinking for a while, stop the pain for each of the several tortures she was put through when she was younger. Then she remembered her Mother, would she like this? maybe she would have, and then Avetis, he was a good father for her, well a replacement of father, but in her book he had always been there for her.  Skyler... well, she had been her friend her whole childhood until she tortured her. Well right now she was he co-worker... That was her family, good, bad, weird, correct... whatever it was, it was family and home. So she only needed to get through it, and then she would have her family back again. 

Her thought were there the moment she waked into the Circus, she grabbed a sword from there and then went directly to a dummy, but before she got one, she noticed there was someone else. She looked at the person and recognized him as one of the grease monkeys, one of the forge guys, a quest hero, a war traitor... well... maybe he was tired enough of camp and all the rules in to dare to change sides... again. why not? she would be offering him a different place, a place where demigods would work together, not a camp, but a real place, wehere weapons, real weapons were developed to protect them from monsters and they would provide people with protection too, was perfect.

"hello... uhm... Edmund? am I right?" she asked trying to look innocent which she always achieved, also she changed the balance of her sword so he didn't notice she knew well how to use it.

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watch me just slip away Seven years of training. Four years of forging. Two wars. A quest. A trip to Orthys. A betrayal. A trial. Fighting for himself. Never for anyone else. Least of all the gods. Survival. Stubborn friggin survival. ...............or was that just another lie he told himself? Quest Failure and War Traitor. Traitor to both sides... really, even if camp only saw the one sided. So basically everyone should hate him. No different from when he left. It was kind of ironic. The two places he felt the "safest" and "most comfortable" where the training grounds and the forge. Two of the most dangerous places around camp. When he was at Orthys, he had enjoyed sitting on the ledge of the tower. Leave it to Ed to find places where he could easily die or get fatally wounded... comforting, almost. Kinda. Wow... exactly how twisted had he become over these past eight years? Twisted enough to think that you'd be more useful to camp at Orthys than at actual camp. Shut up. He lashed out at a dummy. A swipe that could've easily taken off the arm of a non-moving target. For a moment, the dummy glitches into a harpy before turning back into it's normal wood and straw. The arm sagged off where Edmund had landed his sword. You are what you kill: monster. Shut up. The dummy glitched again: Josh's arm hanging of his body. Edmund inhaled sharply and backed away slightly. It's happening again. No... stop. Hallucinations. No, duh. They come from a lack of sleep, PTSD, stress, or dehydration. Any and all would be correct, idiot. I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep. I'm not stressed. I'm fine. "Cat naps" in the forge? Really? Who the hell uses that terminology? You were even so carless that Rhiannon started-- A voice broke through his train of thought, his sword still hung by his side. He looked up, raising his blade slightly. Per past experience, people outside of his self proclaimed family approaching him never meant anything good. Thankfully, he caught onto her last question, which didn't require anything more than his monotonous, "Yes." As per usual, Edmund didn't know who she was, but he supposed it was pretty easy to tell who he was now. Notorious quester turned traitor. He unconsciously took note of her stance and sword position. Probably the best way to quickly assess a person and log in whether they were about to attack or not. Then again, it could be a ruse. Rather clever, but possible. Despite her looking nearly ready to leave the Legion, it didn't even look like she had the knowledge of how to hold a sword properly. Wasn't that one of the first things they taught? Huh. Fifth cohort before Ronan took over, someone who just screwed over all her training, or just... odd? UT: Evelyn McCloud COMMENTARIUM: x_x Ed you're such a hog VERBA: 474

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Notes: Sorry about the wait!

Eve looked at Edmund and then looked at the dummies around him. He looked like an average 18 year old guy, he for sure knew how to fight and how to defend himself, but he seemed to be on the edge of tiredom, his eyes looked like he had the fire inside of him, like a mad man, then if you didn't look at them you easily miss that. or maybe it was only her imagination, maybe it was only the look that a grease monkey had.

She couldn't really know, she didn't like the forge or extreme heat. and why would she go there? she hadn't asked for an armor or weapon in all her years in Camp, she had never needed them, not with her roses. Yes... only her imagination. he must be tired of working, stressed by almost being killed in the past trails... Then she looked at the dummies and realized how fool she had been for that quick judgement.

"so you really are the warrior everyone say you are..." she said more to herself than to him. She dropped her sword and walked to the dummies. "clean cuts... also deathly ones... a person would die within minutes after a slain like this one." she thought as she was following the line of one of the cuts with her finger, then looked back at Edmund and smiled at him. He for sure would be an amazing addition, and with treason in his history it wouldn't be so difficult... right?

But... how easy would it be? she would have to find his reasons to be with any side, she would need to find all his weaknesses, first of all confirm some details she wasn't sure about. "you live now with the other..." she was about to say 'traitor' but that wouldn't have been polite at all, and even when some romans didn't care about manners, she did. So she picked other word and also apliable. "... quest member and his family, right?" she had seen before the new praetor with the biggest traitor, they were expecting a baby and well... Edmund lived with them, maybe like a little traitorous family... but by the praetor who was in that moment playing with Skylar, or better say Skylar with him.

For a second she got a flash back from the time she peeked into the window of the door where he was held up. Skylar was doing a very good job with him... Eve even felt sorry for the guy, but that was the job, it was how it had to be done... right?  

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watch me slip away What was he anymore? Tired? Angry? Stressed? Sad? Depressed? Annoyed? Frustrated? Apathetic? Melancholic? Guilty? He didn't know. All of the above?  Oh hell, he felt like he was looking at one of those feelings charts that the therapists would give him. He didn't want to sleep, but he was so... so tired. And done. But he had to keep going. He had jobs to do. Spine. Swords. Shields. GPS. Chess set. He had a facade to keep up. Keep going through the motions. Keep going. Push himself through. No break. Don't let them notice anything. Train. Forge. Everything else could go by the wayside. Train. Forge. Keep going. Keep fighting. You're fine. You're fine. You're okay. I don't need help. I'm not insane. I don't need anyone. And his inward collapse continued. He would've thought that, with everything going on, his training skills would collapse too. Instead, his ADHD went into over drive, his focus narrowed. Weird first cohort mentality. Sure, by all mean have a break down, just stay in top shape for the Legion. Suck it up, stow your crap, and carry on solider. Edmund looked around. No more dummies in his immediate vicinity. Just the girl. He had no idea of her name or cohort... of anything. Not much of a surprise to him. There were plenty of people here he didn't know. Especially if they didn't come into the forge. Her voice broke through his stream of thought. He looked at her, mimicking a certain girl's habit of scrunching eyebrows when confused. "Warrior?" he repeated with a scoff. He equated the title of "warrior" with honor, bravery, virtue. Which did not describe him. Traitor? Monster? Coward? Emotionless bastard? Yes. But nothing close to a warrior. And besides. THAT'S what they were saying about him? They had so much else they could talk about. Not that he really cared what people thought... okay, maybe he did. He wanted people to hate him. Too many people had been forgiving... at least those New Roman civilians who had jumped him saw what he actually deserved. He watched as she started to walk around the destroyed dummies. You do nothing but destroy... And then came the personal question. Edmund didn't do particular things. Those things included but weren't limited to: backstory, feelings, and personal information. He looked over towards her, his eyes narrowing slightly. It did sound like she was going to say something else... but she decided to switch it. Not heading in the right direction. "None of your business." As of now, Josh was MIA. It was just him and Rhia, plus Jadis, who had taken the position as guard lion. UT: Evelyn McCloud COMMENTARIUM: Don't worry about it at all love! VERBA: 443

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Eve didn't know Edmund at all, she had just heard things, she had spied on them using the shadows, as how many hours did the forge monkeys spent in the forge, and she had discovered that i was a lot of time, so well, maybe if she only locked it so they couldn't walk out and make a shadow swallow the forge, she could get rid of them all and maybe they would never notice it! but in that moment she was looking at Edmund not as someone to be trapped and put inside a fire tomb, but as a possible allie, maybe he would join them, after all he had already betrayed camp once, right? maybe he wouldn't mind doing it once more.

"Yes! A warrior!! no matter what people say in the streets, about you betraying camp... I consider you only did what was needed to be done for camp and the peple you care about, like your family... the Rogerses." she smiled at Edmund and then looked back at the dummies, she wondered how would it be to fight with Edmund, to check his real skills! But if she did that she would have to also reveal to him that she is capable to fight well, which wasn't an option... not so soon at least. So she should find another way to get to see his skills and soon.

"Would you... teach me?" looks back at him with the same innocent look that she always had around in camp. "...you know, how to hold the sword, how to move it, how to strike." she smiles at him. but then his reply about her question of his family told her he would be even more difficult than only a few sweet looks and patient words. "no need to be rude, really... I was just wondering about it, because... you used to seem so lonely, and now... even the light in your eyes had sparkled a bit, so... that means you feel better now." she half smiled.

She walked back to where he was, traitor, well he didn't seem one at all, but she didn't either. She was even worse than him! she was working for others, came to camp to spy and prepare the path for the goverment's agency! Well, then she was even a meaner kind thatn Edmund's kind of traitor, right? would she ever get some forgivenes from the gods?

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watch me slip away Edmund had an odd relationship with rumors and the grapevine. He didn't care what people thought of him. At all. Seriously, he couldn't care less. He had already accepted his status as a freak and monster, and had already been talked and stared at for the majority of his life nth is time it was completely justifiable. He was an ex-quest member and a traitor. He didn't have a good PR manager, obviously. Then again, the gossip did keep him protected in a way. Everyone knew he was a traitor. He only had to semi try to convince few other people otherwise. Everyone knew he was generally a not nice person. It stopped some people from trying to approach him. So yeah, a whatever sort of situation. He had heard a fair amount of gossip too though, even though he tried to stay away from it. Then again, he couldn't really help it since he stayed in the forge with people going on and out and talking about....everything and anything, really. He eyed her, slightly suspicious. "Right." Weird people. Illogical people. They just confused him so much. Meeting some random who was outside of his self proclaimed family and sort of... looking over what he had done was just weird. Sure, he was sure they all had their reasons, but it wasn't as easy as brushing off with that excuse. He had still left. He had still betrayed. He had still made Saturn his scythe. He wondered if they knew that, if they would have been harsher in court with him. His fingers twitches slightly, following Eve's gaze to his destroyed dummies. She was just... a bit too fascinated with him for his liking. This could've been the way normal people showed interest or admiration. Maybe Edmund had lost what little social grace he had while bunking at Orthys. Or maybe he was just being overly paranoid after everything that had happened. "Is that so?" he asked monotonously. Did spending time around the quest team and the Rogers really have that effect on him? He looked at her. She looked so.... earnest in asking for help. How the hell did this girl ever make it to the Legion? But still, he supposed helping her wouldn't hurt. Why she wanted his help instead of an actual faithful Legion member, he had no idea. "Fine," he muttered, swinging his sword down to his side. Help any way he could. He had to make up for everything somehow. Stupid, pathetic way of trying to make himself better. It wasn't really helping him, but as long as he was kind of making it up... (although he knew he never could, not even close) He walked slightly closer to the girl. He really thought the 'how to hold a sword' would be a no brained, but apparently not to her. However, before he started.... "So, who'm I giving Sword 101 to?" COMMENTARIUM: All good! VERBA: 488