Stanger {Edmund}

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Okay... second person on the list, Edmund Simons. Though, honestly, she just kind of wanted to not talk to anyone. Yet her feet had led her into the familiar streets of New Rome. Unlike the last conversation she walked into, she was a mess already. All the emotion just wanted to make her throw up, in fact, she passed by a restaurant and could feel the dry heave wanting to make an entrance. Her stomach was empty, barely ate anything all day. Unlike most girls she was one who didn't eat at all when stressed, yeah, weird. Anyways, after asking around she finally learned that Edmund was staying in New Rome with Rhia and Josh, who was still missing, that she had learned from Discordia before leaving. But still, that was a bit odd. Whatever, Ed would do what Ed does.

Speaking of Ed, she honestly had no idea where that house was, so she was stuck wandering the roads of New Rome, finding herself in front of the coliseum. She looked up at it. Five storied of majestic Roman beauty. It was one of the monuments she had meant to see while in Europe, the actual one, but she was mostly on the run from monsters when not training with Discordia. Speaking of Discordia, wasn't she Ed's grandmother or something? At least, that's what she said. Did Edmund know? It would probably not be the wisest thing to bring up to your one-sided best friend upon your return. If she could find that stupid son of Vulcan. Honestly, how many stone faced, black haired kids were there in New Rome? He should have been easy to spot. Heck, Where's Waldo was easier than Where's Edmund.

She leaned against the side of the coliseum and watched people as they passed. A few people she had been in the legion with gave her confused looks. There it was, the beginning. Yes, she was back, blah blah blah. Could she just put on a bed sheet and saw she was a lare? She rolled her eyes and put the hood of her jacket over her head again as she kept surveying the crowd. Finally, or at least she hoped, she spotted someone familiar. She thought it was Edmund at least, but in her defense, it had been months since she seen him. She kept an eye on him as he walked and once he got more into view there was no denying it. That was Edmund Simons. Felicity pushed herself off of the wall of the coliseum and started towards him, still with her hood up, finding herself along beside him. "So, you survived the war and are living with Warlow and Rogers? Who are you and what have you done to Simons? I thought you had a death wish on that field." Felicity ended up saying as she pushed her hood down. Honestly, it just kinda blurted out. SHe probably could have some up with something better to say, but her mind kinda just shut off.

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notes: Not as long as the femus one, but here ya go Elliekins ^_^ I've missed threading this two idiots

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slipping away Edmund didn't really know what to do with himself these days. Forge, sure. Train, sure. Go to the house, sure. Other than that though... he had nothing. Wait for Josh. Wait for Felicity.... Play the waiting game. Always the waiting game. He had forgotten when he had started, but somewhere along the way, he took up Rhiannon's habit of just.... wandering around New Rome. He usually did it to try and stop the fighting in his head, but it never worked. Instead, the fight just followed him. Besides, it was impossible to get rid of a fight when it was raging in yourself. The walks were completely aimless. It was a complete waste of time. It was useless (one thing he and it had in common), but that was all he could think about doing: walking around. Aimlessly. Logical? No. But since had Ed ever favored that line of thinking. Part of him almost hoped to get beat up again, but people pretty much either gave him dirty looks, said a few things under their breaths, and moved on. Today... he had no idea where he was going, again. All he knew was that, after an hour or two of just moving being stuck in a  mind war, he'd eventually pull himself out of his stupor and find his way back to the house. He had heard nothing about Josh. The last time he had heard from Felicity was when she said she'd be back "soon". But did she even want to come back? If he and Remus hadn't contacted her... would she have ever come back? Other people may've moved on. But he sure as hell hadn't. Part of him still thought he never would. He still expected to wake up one day and realize that the IM had been a dream. His suspicions were just paranoia. Discordia had been playing him all along. Yet he woke up, and saw Cinny destroyed. And that's what kept him hoping that it wasn't a dream, and that she would come back. One day. Sure, he had said that he'd fix Cinny eventually (the metal contraption was more useful than Ed himself in the forge), but not until that day came. Not until he could see Felicity again. Not until he could be assured that it all wasn't a dream. You have to wake up and stop running. Shut up. Felicity may never be coming back. Besides, you have other things to address. Like the fact that Alexis was a demigod. Doesn't change anything. Doesn't... Then there was a voice. A real voice. Maybe. But it was blurred. Edmund couldn't really focus enough to hear coherent words. But the voice sounded familiar, like she was supposed to be walking beside him, rolling her eyes, and sassing him. She fell into step with him. Talked as she walked. Pulled off a hoodie. Edmund looked to the side of him to see who was following him and his brain froze. Along with his legs.  Good. Your hallucinations are getting more lifelike. Wondered how long that'd take. A week? Two? Dude. You should probably sleep more. That cat-nap stuff you claim is compete bull. More like micro sleeps. No. Shut up. That's real. She's real. She said she'd come back soon, well, she's here, isn't she...? Or it could be a god trying to trick you. They've done that before. Hm. Let me think... For a few seconds, all Edmund did was stare. It would go away in a second or two if it was just his mind playing tricks on him... but she stayed. Goddess then...? Ed didn't care. He was seeing her and that was all that mattered. He'd play along.... just because he was so desperate for it to be her. "I did." UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: ^_^ YES. Love these two :) VERBA: 631

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She stopped when he stopped and then had to deal with the awkwardness of being stared at. Honestly, if you have ever had someone just stare at you, not saying anything, it was kinda awkward, and that was what Felicity was dealing with in regards to Edmund right now. Say something, you idiot. Then again, she suppose he was trying to figure out if she was actually real or not. Finally, he spoke. Ah, two simple words, how she missed these long, thoughtful conversations with Edmund Simons.

"Well, seems I took it for you. But hey, even if you had died, I would have gone to the Underworld to bother you. Just letting you know that. But... don't go dying anytime soon and I won't either." Felicity said. Why was she being so lighthearted with her words? Was she really that hurt after the conversation with Remus that it seemed all she could do was try to be lighthearted with her words with Edmund? Who was she trying to cheer up more? Edmund, or herself? She honestly didn't know anymore, plus there was still the prospect of Edmund retaliating for her stunt back on the battlefield. Had he even seen it? The last she had heard of him is that he was taken to the infirmary. She had meant to visit him before her "death", but never found the time too. How did he take the news? Did he even care? For so long Felicity called him her one-sided best friend, was it still true now, or was that little piece of hope that possibly Edmund wanted her as a friend a reality?

Either way, she needed to apologize for her actions at least. She took a deep breath, which was starting to make a habit of being shaky whenever it came to this subject, a habit Felicity really wished would cease. "Edmund...speaking of dying. I'm sorry. I really am. I mean, I kept bugging you to come back to fix MB and then I just go off and die on you. And here I am back again and you probably would rather I stay gone or whatever." Felicity said, half-muttering the last bit. Could she just shadow them to that paint ball facility they went to last time? Let them shoot at all the mortals and forget about life for a moment as they get covered in paint and bruises? That was starting to sound really inviting actually, but after Edmund, she still had a list of people to talk to. She needed to talk to Clare, Gabe, Sam, Amelia, Ethan, and Josh, well, Josh if he was still around. Those were the people that either knew about her fake death, Amelia and Clare; or it was the people she knew was impacted by it. After all, it was time to face the choices she made and deal with the consequences.

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notes: YAY!! Sorry its a little bit short. I wrote it in between classes. Enjoy ^_^

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slipping away Edmund forgot that most people felt awkward being stared at or felt awkward when the other party was silent. Being him, neither fazed him. Stares were common place. Silence was comforting... to him at least. Most of the time... NOOOO! FELICITY!!! ..... no...  He could still hear her scream. He could still see the sword protruding from her chest. All he could do was stand there, yards away... unable to do anything. Frozen. He remembered a lot within those few seconds. Her scream, which he had memorized. Remus's scream. His own pathetic whisper of denial. He remembered a lot of blood. A lot of pain. His head hurt. Hell, everything hurt. His vision spotted, he couldn't hear anything.... and then he couldn't remember anything else. Only that he had woken up in the infirmary days later. He couldn't even go to the funerals. All he did was watch himself go through a spiral. Sure, eventually he got Josh and Ethan back... but it was never the same. If anyone had wanted any proof of sending him to an institution, him starting to talk to a tree would be all they needed. And then Josh disappeared... and Ed. Well, Ed kind of snapped. All Edmund could do was watch her as she talked. "No promises," he said flatly. Besides, in all reality, part of him had died during the war. It was a slow, drawn out death, starting from the quest and then carried to Orthys, but it had finally happened. He had almost died out there... but then... he remembered...something. Felicity? Em? He wasn't sure. But somewhere in that mess of a head, he had found the want to keep going... and then when he saw Felicity die, his motivation just seemed to...disappear. What was wrong with him? This was his best friend back from the dead. She probably thought it was one sided to her, but it actually hadn't been like that... Not for a long time. But... maybe now he wasn't a friend to her anymore. He took a breath. What was wrong with him? Sure, he had seen her though IM, but that was entirely different. She was here. Now. Flesh and blood. Or it could be a god... Nah, they'd be out of it and laughing now. She could just be faking it. Doesn't she hate you now? You should probably try to make up for that. Show some emotion. Y'know. Actually try to be her friend? But I don't even deserve her as a friend.... Can't we just shadow away and just pretend none of this ever happened? We can go paint balling and just make fun of people and, and... ......gods, there are three of us now? You're getting as bad as Janus. Then he heard the shake in her voice, and he did his best to keep his face unreadable. "It's fine. I'll just make him again." For the third time. Her voice tapered off, but he could still hear her. That did it. Before he could put himself in check and under control, he found himself shaking his head. "No... I would never want you to that," he said quietly. UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: All good <3 Loved it :D VERBA: 529

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She could live with no promises. After all, she could barely ever keep a promise. How many had she broken in her lifetime? That's why she never made them on the styx. Well, except for her most recent promise to tell Remus the truth to any question he had, that she had promised on the styx. Though, now she kinda wished she hadn't. What if one day he asked her how good his cooking was and it was actually terrible and she couldn't lie to make him feel better? Wait, not that that would ever matter anyways. That was the past. If the fates wanted to be nice to her, they would make it so that she never had the misfortune to see the son of Mars in public, especially if he is with his new girlfriend. More of a reason for her to become a hermit. Maybe she could pitch Ed the idea. They could be hermits together and hate the world in some random place in the middle of nowhere where no one would ever bother them again. That sounded, honestly, quite boring and something Felicity wouldn't be up for. But if it made living easier, then why the heck not?

She tried to give him a bit of smile when he said he would make Metal Bird again. Honestly, it made her happy inside. That little singing bird always brought a smile to her face. It was just some random idea she had given Ed one day and he was able to create it. She was always surprised by that, he really had a talent with his craft. Sure, it might be due to his Vulcan heritage, but he had something special that he put into his work. At least Felicity felt that. He always tried to do the best he could and, for some reason, Felicity felt like he put a little bit of himself into each of his pieces. Not like some weird way like Voldemort did with horcruxes, but the way Edmund did it was kind of showing that he cared about his work. Maybe Felicity was just reading too much into it. But oh well, that's what she wanted to believe at least.

Her eyebrows knit as she looked at him shaking his head. Had she heard right? She wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, it was just she never expected to here him say anything like that. After a moment, Felicity nodded her head. "I'm sorry." Felicity said, adding a second apology to the mix. She had a feeling she would be apologizing a lot within the next few weeks. "But, um... Are you hungry or anything? We can go somewhere to eat and catch up on old times or whatever. Or we can sit outside and make fun of people walking around being all Roman with a stick up their butt." Felicity said, trying to lighten the mood a little bit and offer to just do something with him than awkwardly stand in the middle of the walkway beside the coliseum. Sooner or later people might get annoyed by the fact they had to walk around the two demigods.

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notes: Fedmund Forever

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slipping away Edmund didn't really do promises. If he did, he did his best to keep them. Did he lie? Yes. But usually not about keeping promises. He didn't even swear in properly at his trial. Swearing on the River Styx meant keeping a promise. And "to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth" wasn't a promise he could keep. No one really noticed (thank the gods), but it was just for some insurance. His plan all along was to say as little as he could (in case they did make him actually swear), while trying to make himself look guilty. If they had any questions that he had to tell the dead, yes/no answer and he had sworn on Styx... well then, he'd already be dead. You'd rather die than tell the truth about what you've done? Yeah, you had definitely knocked a few screws loose, buddy. Sure, a few of the gods knew about it, but as of now, he didn't really care. No one at camp knew (although Josh did have his suspicions, which Ed waved away and rebuked), and that was the only thing that mattered at this point. Still living a lie and in facades. Best way and only way he knew how to live. Ambiguous. No real intentions known. He had seriously considered leaving the Legion after they allowed him to live. However, he stayed. No matter how much he had wanted to leave. He had to stay to make up for... everything, really. Or at least try to. Plus, he still had to make sure Nova, Ronan, Ethan, and Josh were okay. He had gotten all affirmatives. Kind of less so from Nova, but then he ended up staying to help with her spine project. He had work to do. He owed her that much, at least: to try to make her better. Try to get her up and walking again. Speaking of projects... yes, he'd have to remake Metal Bird. He had always connected Metal Bird to Felicity. And it had always been her invention. Sure, he physically made it, but it was hers in the sense that she came up with it. Your idea, your invention. During the times she left... he couldn't exactly bear seeing it around. Felicity had seemed to love the thing, so having it around, even if it was off and not doing anything, was just too much of a sad reminder that it was here, and she wasn't. That was the thing with machines. They could out last humans. Machines, any number of people could fix or repair them once they burned out. Humans... when they burned out, they were gone for good. So, it just seemed right. No Felicity, no MB. Maybe it was an odd closure thing? If so, it sure as hell didn't work either time. Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes. At her repeated apology, he just gave another nod. "I'm sure you had your reasons." She had hers. He had his. She had never thrown them back in his face when he had left for Orthys, nor had she ever run him through with questions. It was only fair that he do the same. Sure, he had been angry when he had learned of her faked death from Discordia of all immortals, but how much different was it than finding out he had ditched for Saturn? Just accept that she may hate you and live with it. Try to make it up to her, even though you know that you'll never deserve a friend like her. Not like he deserved anything, anyway. "Sure. Anywhere in particular?" Not that he was particularly hungry (he never really seemed to be these days), but it was something to do. In that moment, it almost felt as if she had never disappeared: they were talking almost normally (although Ed had cut back on number of words spoken), and she was suggesting people watching while making fun of them.... yeah. As if the past few months had never happened. Boy, wouldn't that be the ideal? UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: Yesss <333 Love these two ^-^ VERBA: 681

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Yes, she had her reasons. Well, reason, though as time went on she suppose she could make the singular words a plural form of it. After all, she had been gone for almost three, four months? Something like that. Either way, stuff just kept happening. But either way, she was glad she didn't have to really explain stuff to Edmund. Everyone else, well, they always pestered for reasons as to why. Her and Ed had some weird silent agreement to never question the others choices, even if we don't agree with them. It was kinda comforting in a way. They both just tried to forget it ever happened and try to get back to life as normal, or as normal as it could be. Like that one time Felicity took Edmund to the Grand Canyon. That one time they were considered enemies, he was working with Saturn and she was with camp, it wasn't too long before that that their roles were reversed. Now look at them, both traitors kicked out of camp at their seven year mark and pretty much ready to stick their middle finger up to the world for the life they thew at them.

Felicity shook her head. No, she didn't have anywhere in particular to go to, yet, pizza sounded good. Did Edmund like pizza? She honestly couldn't remember. But, after eating fancy for the past couple of weeks she was really in the mood for some unhealthy American pizza with a New Rome twist on it. "How about pizza? You like it, right? Or are you allergic to it? Or, oh gods, don't tell me, you're one of those high-end fancy foodies who'll stick their nose up to it and ask for Ratatouille" Felicity said, a bit sarcastic, trying to get back at their normal jest at each other. Just being sarcastic in a funny way made her lips twist slightly upwards into a hint of a smile. They would always joke around with each other just about everything. It helped each other, without it Felicity had just crumpled. She didn't realize how together that kept her. Without Ed, well, she was one step closer to breaking. She may have regretted coming back after her talk with Remus, but hanging out with Edmund was already reminding her of the good things that came with her coming back. Being with her favorite guy friend again.

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notes: Sickly shortly. I'm sorry. I blame my tired state T_T

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if it makes you happy This is usually how they rolled, through multiple disappearances. Both of them had done their fair share of leaving and betraying. Then again, who would call it a betrayal if no one's trust was snapped? She had left for Saturn. He had left for Saturn. She "died". He had... well, he supposed he'd have to one up her somewhere in the future (joking; he wasn't going anywhere). Felicity always claimed him to be a friend. Her infamous one sided friendship. Only, it wasn't one sided for long, Not that she ever knew that, but still. Through it all, they kept their friendship going. Odd, a little unorthodox, but it worked. No drilling for answers. No questioning. Even if they didn't agree with what the other had done. Just trying to accept the other's choices, trying to understand and trust their judgement calls (even if they were poor ones), and then trying to move on back to their normal MO. Or at least that was Ed's line of thinking. Sure, they'd be a little bumpy at first while they tried to figure how to get into the normal groove of things, but, inevitably, they would go back to ignoring their problems, sassing each other, and flipping of the world. All he knew was that he had sort of crumbled without her. It was stupid, but he and Felicity had a kind of mutual thing: using sass to cover their problems. She had been the only one he had done it with, and truthfully, she was the only one he was comfortable doing it with. Mostly since they knew they were helping each other as much as themselves. Best way of dealing with their problems and emotions? Probably not. But they, this was the legion. Since when was anything emotionally healthy? He knew he had started to crack a few days after she had died. He felt it... Himself spiraling out of control, and he just didn't care enough to do anything about it, because one of his only reasons to stay (and one of the people who had kept him semi stable) had just been stabbed through the chest. Instead, he hoped that the Legion would expel him, or that he'd be given the death sentence. If not that... there were always vigilantes that weren't below trying to take him out themselves. It was almost too easy: swinging back into their banter. Half of him knew that he was still kind of upset. The other half just wanted to go back to the way things where. Of course, nothing could ever exactly go back... not permanently, at least. Too many things had happened. But still, they could go back to their usual way of dealing with emotions: by covering them up with a mass amount of sarcasm. "I can't believe you forgot I'm allergic to cheese! Gods. Trying to kill me already?" Yup, way too easy... but it almost made him feel better: just to have her here again. He let a smirk flicker across his face. "Not yet, at least." UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: All good ^_^ VERBA: 510

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Felicity couldn't help but let out a bit of a laugh. It was a bit of a genuine laugh, the first one she let out since coming back to camp. Kudos to Edmund on that one. That's what they were good for, keeping each other pretty okay with their sass and sarcasm. Him stating he was allergic to cheese being a prime example. Though, in all reality, being allergic to cheese would genuinely suck. Imagine all the amazing food you miss out on. The cheeseburgers, pizza, cheese sticks, cheese fries. So much cheesy goodness, the liquid gold of food basically. Great, thinking of all the wonderful things that cheese accompanied just made her realize how hungry she actually was. When was the last time she ate anyways? Oh, right, she nibbled on some fruit at Apollo's place before the stress made anything related to food seem like cardboard and just upset the already chaotic feeling she had in her stomach due to her current emotions.

"Hey, in my defense I haven't seen you in forever. And if you were allergic to cheese I'd just shove bread sticks at you as I relished in the amazingness that is pizza. While you sit there and give sad eyes over the fact you can't have any." Felicity teased at him before starting to lead the way to one of the numerous pizza places in New Rome. Just because they were related to Italy seemed to be reason enough for numerous Italian restaurants to exist. Luckily that also meant you could easily find a pretty cheap pizza place that still tasted good. And, if Felicity remembered right, there was one that she felt was the best. The crust was never burnt and the cheese was put on just right and the sauce wasn't too overpowering, plus the did stuffed crust, which was always a plus. It also had an outside courtyard area to enjoy the weather, which it was a nice fall day, and watch the people of New Rome walk by, perfect place for them to joke about people.

She rolled her eyes some at his not yet. "Well, make sure you don't ever become that way. I can't afford to feed you something fancy. Besides, pizza is like the go-to food for all teenagers. We can pretend to actually be normal for once, ya know, given the circumstance of our entire past and present of being a demigod. I think we can pull it off though." Yep, just two normal teenagers going to get normal pizza in a not so normal place. Okay, and they weren't two normal teenagers either. But they could attempt it, at least for a meal to just catch up or whatever. Though, Felicity would prefer it if it was just them joking and sassing people off. However, if he had questions, she wouldn't be afraid to answer before going back to trying to just be like old times with him. Talking about random invention ideas, making fun of the gods, which she should probably not mention anything about Apollo to Edmund because she could already picture the "Are you kidding me?" look he'd give her, despite how emotionless he tried to be.

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notes: ta-duh!!

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if it makes you happy At least he could make her laugh. His goal hadn't ever been to make people laugh... he didn't have a sense of humor. He didn't aim to make people's day better with laughter or smiles. No, no. Edmund was all about grading, angry realis, glares, and eye rolls. That was, until he found Felicity and they started their entire sass war. He had been able to crack a smile out of her, and she had been able to do the same with him. Fair trade. Semi-smile once every blue moon while masking their actual emotions. Although, this time, her attempt was a bit weaker than normal. She had probably seen Stone before coming to find him... no wonder she looked a little shot out of it. She looked drained to him, and he didn't blame her. She must've been: physically and emotionally. He knew he wouldn't want to be in her shoes: visiting his ex-fiance and everyone else he had impacted with the explanation on why he had faked his death for months. He kinda had done that to an extent, only with him being a traitor and him not ever explaining himself. He had to come back and see all the hurt he had caused. That wasn't a great feeling at all. Hence, him trying (and failing, hey, no surprise, right?) to make up for it now. "I'd glare at you while you ate and ate... and then I'd just eat it anyway. Because why the hell not? ... I mean, what's life without some hives or anaphylaxis reactions?" Since when had he eaten last? What was eating, anyway? Rhiannon's cooking had dwindled down since Josh's disappearance, and he didn't blame her. So... he took up cooking. Albeit, he ended up burning a lot of the food, but it was something. Both he and Rhiannon would eat here and there... but it wasn't like they were exactly hungry all the time. He followed her towards one of the many New Rome pizzerias. Interesting, he almost never ate out... There was a nice little place to sit and eat outside too. A slight smirk flickered across his face. Eating and people watching at the same time. Two birds with one stone. He gave an overly dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes. "Well, actually. Now that I think about it. Y'know, Weingarten, with my status as traitor, I've only come to know the best. So..." Was he talking too much for him? No, no... when he got into these joke-a-thons with her, his speech pattern usually elongated... right? Or was he rambling too much? He couldn't even remember. All he knew was this felt... normal. It felt (he idiot he was for confessing this, but) safe. And that wasn't a feeling he got normally. Or rather, it was more like feel the sarcasm. He was pretty sure normal people would be able to drown in the amount of sarcasm he and Felicity used around each other. He looked at her again at her ending statement and nodded slightly, "Pretty sure we can," he nodded, sobering up slightly. He had... in his dream world. Perfectly normal mortals, all of them. If he had stayed asleep... what would've happened. Would've just continued in a dream world? How fast would he have died? And would he've been alive long enough to see them eating pizza? UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: Woot! VERBA: 560

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"Oh great, that'd mean I'd have to drag you to the infirmary and we both know just how much you love that place. Maybe if you're good this time they'll give you a sticker." Felicity teased at him, already feeling better just by being with him. Who needed to deal with a stinking robo cop anyway when you could joke around with your best friend? But seriously though, could you imagine that scene of Felicity dragging Edmund to the infirmary and once he realized where he was going he starts kicking and screaming. Such a fun filled day for the two of them. Luckily they wouldn't have to worry about that, hopefully. Sure, there was always the very slim chance that the pizza place had a grudge against all traitors and decided to just poison them and end their short demigod life with hopefully a quick poison that wouldn't burn their insides before they died. But, as previously stated, that was a very slim chance. "Oh right, because I'm sure at that cold palace of stone Saturn housed you guys in there was some five star chef, Gordon Ramsey maybe? You know, people do call him a monster, I wouldn't be surprised."

They reached the pizza place and she saw the seat yourself sign and promptly took a seat at the front of the gated off terrace that gave a perfect view of all the New Rome civilian life that passed by that was littered with a few campers who had found a break in their day to hang out and relax from their rigorous training. "Although, if you get bored of being normal, we can be weird again. Who care's what people think." Felicity said with a bit of shrug. Was she being a bit bipolar with her suggestions, maybe. But, she had gone through a lot in twenty-four hours. Who could blame her? Plus she had shadow traveled all the way from Sicily earlier that morning and had barely eaten at all since then because she had her talk with Remus right after. Gods, it was a wonder how she was still able to function. Maybe she wasn't, perhaps she was finally on the last of her fumes and was about to just unhinge into crazy, hyper, tiredness. She really hoped that wasn't the case, but it was always a possibility.

What was it that happened when someone was tired? Hyperness before just passing out? Or was it some other order. Who knew. Either way, pizza. That food had to be her favorite. Cheap, simple, and filling. Who needed fancy eateries that were found in New Rome and she had gone to a few times with Remus. Although, since she knew he went there she would be sure to not eat there herself. Then again, she wouldn't have the money for it anyway. She was lucky to survive the week with how much money she had on her. That was something she needed to put on her to-do list, find a job.

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notes: bit shorter, me sorry

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if it makes you happy "Infirmary? Pft. It's like... my second home." Because everyone at Camp knew his infamous love for the place and the people in it. Especially when a certain creator used to be the head of it. He scoffed at Felicity's mention of a sticker. "Kyoto did give me one, once. It was a Winnie the Pooh one.... He was kneeling and holding a flower. I displayed it proudly." Gods. If tangible sarcasm wasn't a thing, it should've been. Easiest way to understand it? Listen to a conversation between Felicity Weingarten and Edmund Simons. But in all reality. If that happened and she decided to drag him into the infirmary, he'd aim for a punch. Or at least, he'd attempt to and/or get away. Maybe. Who knew what his coordination would be like if he couldn't breathe? And another thing. What was with Winnie the Pooh? His parents had never showed him it. Was it a kid's thing? Toddler? What age group? Teen? Or had Koyto just given him it to add insult to the injury? Who the hell knew what went through that praetor's brain anymore? Well... Fontaine and running the Legion, probably. He gave a slight smirk. "Don't underestimate the place, Weingarten. The food there was great. Hot, square meals, three times a day," he said with an eye roll. Then again, he wouldn't really know. He didn't remember eating  a whole lot there. Other things, he tended to block out. Even he had started scaring him. He'd wake up and not even remember what he did the past day. Possibly Rhiannon had knocked him out... but it was still unsettling. And then everything would just eat away at him. At least he got a lot of monster killing done during the war. He could only get away with one or two as a "training accident" while actually at Orthys. Training accidents and rigged machine malfunctions. That's how he got stuff done. "Gordon Ramsey?" Ed gave a slight shrug. "Who knows. There are mortal monsters too." He followed Felicity's lead and sat down across from her. Looking out, he was reminded of how some people did see actual beauty in this place. New Rome looked rather nice... all the people milling about: both campers and civilians. "Did you get to see a lot?" he asked randomly, tilting his head. The question wasn't malicious nor sarcastic, just genuinely curious. He knew she had wanted to travel. It had been one of the first things she had ever told him about herself. So, at least she had gotten that opportunity.... That brought up another thing. Was she just in for a visit... or... what, exactly? Whatever her stay was, he wasn't going to bring it up. Just because he was dreading the former answer. A pop in and out is better than nothing. Seriously, you're lucky that you're even getting that. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Like.... start a food fight weird or be random weird? Because we got the latter down, demigod or not," he said with a smirk. What was normal? Not him, that was for sure. No one here, really, if people counted normal as "having two mortals' blood pumping through your veins". No, in that sense, they were all pretty much on the freak spectrum. They were half god, saw monsters, had been training in a Legion since the age of ten, and (depending on how long you had been in) had seen two wars. How much deviated from normal could you get? UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: All good <3 Sorry for the wait >.< VERBA: 586

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"You got a Winnie-the-Pooh one? Lucky!" Felicity said with a laugh before rolling her eyes at the mention of the food at Othrys. First glance at that place and you would think they served everyone cold hard gruel that was maybe two or three weeks old with black mold growing from within. After all, who knew what monsters ate when they were taking a diet away from their usual demigod dishes. Then he made mention that there were mortal monsters. She went silent for a moment afterwards. "There are demigod monsters too." Felicity said as she recalled the vision Apollo showed her of her becoming a monster. Her choosing to come back was suppose to be a step in the right direction, the direction to keep her from becoming even more of a monster then she already was. How much blood did she have on her hands? Not justified blood from war, no blood from practicing on the not-so innocent in the legal system. Still, they didn't deserve to die that way. Their faces would haunt her dreams for years.

Her attention was brought back by Edmunds question. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Lots." Felicity said as a small smile formed upon her lips. "Germany was really pretty. I mainly stayed in there. Though, I did find myself in England once and then I was in Italy while at Apollo's villa in Sicily. The Mediterranean is the bluest water you'll ever see. I wish I could have gone swimming but well..." Felicity finished with a shrug. Besides, she didn't want to make it sound like she was off having a great time while she was away. It wasn't right to do to her best friend, not to mention how false it would be. Everyday she was full of anxiety and found herself having a handful of panic attacks while away from just her decision and worry about people at home and the guilt she felt. Gods, the guilt. It felt like it was crushing her. Being with Apollo helpd to alleviate some of it and being back took a lot for her to do and even though it seemed like the burden of her decision would crush her more, but it was lessening some as she faced the fruits of her decision.

Felicity laughed at his weird comment. "Touche. Plus, how can we ever try to be normal. We once scared a congregation for the laughs. Do you remember those peoples faces?" Felicity said with a laugh as the good memory came back to her. Sure, it was the start of the quest which would test them but bring the group closer in the end, but that day was just a great way to start off a mandatory quest with a bang, and that they did.

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if it makes you happy "Luckiest eighteen year old alive," he scoffed, a tease leaking into his usual sarcasm. "I mean. Who's dream isn't it to be in the infirmary and receive that? Did you get any from your treasured infirmary trips?" That was another thing common among the demigods. The dislike of the infirmary. Maybe it was because it was a representation of them being weak, injured, and vulnerable. Not necessarily able to fight and be independent like they had been taught. At her point out, he nodded. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "Those too." Like me, he added internally. "Guess everyone does have a bit of it inside them. No matter what. Just takes the right circumstances." That sounded an awful like the 'anyone's capable of murder' speech. Edmund knew it all too well too, especially during war and the quest. If it was your comrade's life vs someone's or something's attacking, the attacker was going down. That was just the ways of war. He had indirectly killed. He had started when he was young. Starting with his own family. A very small smile flickered across his face. "Sounds nice." At least she had done what she had wanted to do: travel. It was the thing she had told him that she wanted to do when they had first met. Well, she had gotten the courage to do it. He had heard of all the the places she had listed, but had never been. He'd only been in NY, CA, and wherever they had been for the quest. Wait. They had been in England for a portion of it... And another immortal. For once, Ed kept his trap shut. It must have been hard, coming back and not knowing how everyone would react. Especially after making the decision to leave the way she did. She hadn't brought it up at Orthys. He'd offer her the same courtesy. "But..." He hesitated slightly before he was able to look her in the eyes. He had to say it. Sure, most of their conversation consisted of pure sass, but they weren't incapable of being serious every now and again. Just to let her know he thought that she made the right decision to come back. For a visit or to stay, he didn't care right now. All he knew was that he indescribably happy and relieved to see her. Like the clichéd thing went: you didn't know how much you'd miss someone until they were actually gone. "I'm glad you came back. I... I missed you." Gods. That had been harder to get out than he thought. The M word, C word, H word, and the ever most difficult L word. That made 1/4 he had said so far. Maybe he'd do the other three. Maybe one day, maybe never. Who knew. He scoffed slightly. "Never." He couldn't help bit laugh slightly. That seemed so far away. Felicity hadn't gotten amnesia, Edmund hadn't betrayed them all. They had just been trying to make the best of a stupid quest that they had been shoved on. "Yeah. I remember. It was great," he said, his mouth twitching upwards. COMMENTARIUM: Don't be! I'M really sorry xD VERBA: 521

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The brunette shook her head. "No, I guess I was never a good enough patient for those." She said with a laugh following. "Right circumstances... yeah. Still, kind of worrisome. Guess that means peace will never be an answer. Oh well. I'm lucky enough to live to eighteen so far." Felicity said with a slight joking bit at the end. Yet, she knew all too well there was truth in that joke as big three children had the misfortune of attracting more monsters in their lifetime. Couldn't be born with so much abilities and not expect to face the consequences. Still, it wasn't her choice to be born a demigod but nevertheless she was born with the aspect that every day might be her last because a substitute teacher at daycare might end up being a monster wanting to feast on her. Seriously, she had heard stories about that almost happening to some demigods. Made her wonder what kind of background screenings daycares were giving their employees nowadays.

Suddenly all their joking was put aside as Felicity heard a word she never thought she would hear come out of the son of Vulcans mouth. He had missed her? Sure, she valued him as a friend, one of her best friends really but she never knew if he saw her as a friend or just some he hated less than other people. Felicity couldn't help but smile and then well, she let her gut do the next motions of stepping a bit closer to Edmund and wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. Gentle for the fact it wouldn't be hard for him to pull away if he wanted. "I missed you too." That was all she needed to say. Sure, she could have gone on and on about how much she missed their sass offs or watching him build things and her coming up with crazy ideas for things they could do that day but it didn't need to be said she figured he probably knew that already and actions, namely the hug, always speak louder than words to some people.

Despite their sassy nature with each other this moment was not in need of any sass. Sure, they would probably joke about it later and she could always tease him for showing he wasn't as emotionless as he lead people on to believe, but that was for another time, or maybe in a few minutes. All really depended on how they reacted. They could go from deep conversations to sassing again so fast it would give an onlooker verbal whiplash if they tried to keep up with their conversations but that was just one thing that made their friendship unique and it was definitely something Felicity liked about it.

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notes: I am so sorry again that its short and so super sorry about the wait