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Emalia didn't take days off often. However, she did remember that, every once in a while, it was possible to have a life outside of a job. Too much of anything could be considered unhealthy, after all. Or at least that's what one of her co-workers had told her years ago. If one chased after something ruthlessly and unrelentingly, it could pretty much be called an obsession. One of the most dangerous obsessions where that of revenge. Of course, her first intention hadn't been that, but after a while, it did start to look rather appealing. She was never able to forgive them for taking her sister, but at least they had given her back. Then again, nothing could replace those ten years without her. It had been like someone snapping her in half and leaving her with the part of her that had the ability to drive her insane. Stupid twin mojo or whatever they were calling it now. Maybe it was true, maybe it was not, but she was pretty sure she felt blindly terrified at least five times while Alexis was away. Maybe it had been that fabled twin link. Maybe it had been Em falling deeper and deeper into the never ending pit. Whatever that place did to her, Em would never know. But now she had a pretty good idea. Even though Alexis never talked about it, Em had been gathering and learning about the place since she had joined Avetis. It seemed insane over there. No wonder Alexis came back shell shocked. You had to survive a wolf. And even after that, it was a low survival rate. Trainings. Cohorts. Gods. Wars. Quests. All while between the ages of ten and twenty. So far, she had lost two people to the place. Not that the second one really mattered though. She hadn't really heard anything new except that there had been a recent quest and war. Plenty of opportunities for people to die during that. Maybe one of them had been him.

The dark haired woman sighed, content for a few moments to just sit outside by a library and watch the people move around. She had been one of them, years ago. She had been oblivious to this world. Sometimes she wished she still was. At least now she knew the horrors that place went through. What it put their children, no, child solders, through. Sometimes ignorance was bliss... but not to her. Now she knew what she was fighting for, and who she was fighting against. But she felt confident that they would win. The problem with that place was it was proud. It rarely changed its ways. It stuck to tradition. Worship the gods. Don't question orders. Maintain and keep your status throughout the years. Their weapons were outdated. They were no match for Avetis. They were no match for the modern world, and the new modern minds that they had bred.

OOC: Welcome to awkward Em thread week!
IC: 491

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Avetis was, as usual, up to something. This, however, was a little personal research. He had gone through that wretched camp, and the only useful thing they taught – besides fighting of course – was one solemn rule: stay away from Mount Tam. The current home of the worst monsters, in the highest numbers, and the location of the ruins of Orthys. When he was younger, he respected it as a rule. Rome was built on laws and rules, and his father was the god of the Roman state, so he liked to think he had a healthy faith in law. There were, however, some things that should be undone. And this ban except in times of crisis needed to end. So here he was, in the great San Francisco, taking in the old musty smell of library books. Not his favorite pastime, but it did have its value. Frankly, though, there was no place that had a very good resource on Greco-Roman mythology, or at least, none that compared to the Academia in New Rome. Perhaps because they did not treat it as mythology. The best he could find here was a teen book on the major gods and legends that every dunce knew. So instead he went to the computer lab and went to the surprisingly useful Wikipedia, looking up a few articles based on his memory from camp. Ah, there it was: the Garden of the Hesperides. And it was actually quite useful. Albeit, he was using it merely to verify his memory, but all the same. Most upper-tier education-based whatevers avoided Wikipedia, but he believed there was some value to the thing. And here proved him correct. He scanned the article, take note in his mind about all the pertinent information. So sunset was the key. And obviously, it was highly unlikely this multi-headed dragon would have ever faced off against an Imperial Gold gunshot wound. He’d have to pack extra ammunition. Then the thought of getting there after the Garden. Really, the only thing was to avoid being enough of a fool to be tricked by that oaf excuse for a Titan, Atlas. Easy pickings.

Satisfied with his information, he cleared the browser history and left the library with no real destination. Perhaps lunch would be good. That was about when he spotted a familiar face sitting just outside the grand library doors. A smile crossed his face as he approached, hands in the pockets of his black trench coat. “Miss Smith. At ease, I’m not here to drag you into business. Merely doing a little personal research myself. Perhaps you would care for lunch? I was just getting ready to head somewhere myself.”

Tag: Emmington McEmmie
Word Count: 447
Notes: short and late, sorry!

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How interesting... to think the people around her led ordinary lives. They didn't know anything about the gods. They didn't know how it felt to be the odd one out. Well, she supposed they did, but in the mortal sense. Not in the "I have a god for a parent" sense. Of course, she wasn't told this until she was much, much older, but it did, however, help her make sense of some things in her life. Why both she and her sister had ADHD. Why monsters were after them every now and again. She gave an internal sigh. The library had become her friend after finding all these... impossible things out. Research. Research on Rome, on demigods, on gods, on mythology (which just so happened to be true if the entire god thing was). It rather felt like a college course, trying to catch herself up on centuries of mythology. Then came the hard part: believing it. In mid-thirties, she thought she knew what was going on with her life and how the world worked. Or at least, a rough outline of it. Turned out she was wrong. So very wrong. So, she turned her life around in a little less than a day. Over her years of living, she had come to the rather solid conclusion that anyone could. Anyone could decide to become mean, nice, obsessed, mellow... you name it, and the human mind could proceed, as long as the said person had enough will power. Being a flight risk rebel? Right up her alleyway. Avetis said she could be useful... and that's all she needed. Why stay where ADHD and dyslexia was a curse when it could be used the way it was meant to be used? She quit her work at the office (which was getting rather tiresome, she had thought that she'd be doing more of the hands on), and became part of the government.

To anyone else, they'd seem like... well, not rowdy.. but, quite the... unorthodox bunch: a Sir Avetis, a sniper who barely talked, a girl who went to the camp itself, a doctor turned experimenter, and a woman who was mentally incapable of emotions. Gods, they should've come up with a sitcom. It wasn't a bad group... no, not at all. If anything, she felt more alive than she had in a long time. Speak of the devil. As she turned her head once more to the library doors, they swung out to reveal Sir Avetis himself. "Afternoon, Mr. Washington," she said, standing up. Em gave a nod of understanding and smiled at his offer. Of course, relationships outside of work were a thing. "Sure, have anywhere in mind?"

OOC: No worries. I'm not exactly on time myself xD
IC: 449

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Avetis liked to be off duty, odd as it sounded, especially seeing as he never really did anything for himself. The people he worked for, sure. His family, definitely. That sort. Just never something strictly for himself. Even now his little pet research project was for the government agency. Part of it was for personal interest, but the application part was purely not for him. He figured if he could learn more about this Mount Tam place, or at least draw back enough from his old memory to use, then it might be, well, useful. The place was feared by demigods, so it had to have some value. Albeit, he too was a demigod, so in his right mind, he should fear it too. However, he had learned that fear could be used as a tool just as easily. If you could just conquer it, then you could use it against others without the same amount of being under its control yourself. Fear was powerful. He used to live under it, struggle against it. Didn’t everyone? Time to turn the tables. He would, of course, protect those he could. Eve, Sky, Liam, Em, Audrey, all those who counted on him. They had to stick together to get through this. He felt bad about how Eve was at that camp, but it was funny, sometimes she actually sounded like she might be enjoying herself. Sometimes. Better than he’d done at least. He’d hated all his time there. He’d had a gang of friends, not many, but he had put himself at the top of his group, seeing as that was the only place he could be looked up to. It had been rough going, but it had prepared him for the Air Force pretty well.

Now there he had excelled. He had found his place at last. A place where he was rewarded for his work instead of shoved back in line. He was respected there. Then again, he was here too. Seemed being outside the camp was doing him pretty good. He had real friends now. And one of them was sitting there just outside the library as if they’d set this up the whole time. He approached her with as warm a smile as he might put on for anyone. He really wasn’t the warm fuzzy type, so that still wasn’t saying much, but it wasn’t horrible. “Well, I was sort of thinking something simple like gyros. Nothing fancy. You ever had those? Not too bad, for a Greek thing.” He chuckled. “What do you say then? Shall we?”

Tag: Emmy!
Word Count: 430
Notes: His muse is so hard to channel, I’m sorry!