F This {Edmund}

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Felicity sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror of her newest apartment, kudos to dad on that one, and crossed her arms. She really didn't want to go. She knew that certain, namely two people who would probably be there and the prospect of seeing them being all lovey dovey with each made her gag. But, she was the one who begged Edmund to go with her. Maybe because she was trying to find a reason for them to both get out of their hermit holes and spend quality time with other people. Yet, now as the time was getting closer, she just didn't want to go. She told Edmund to get her on the way, since her apartment was between the place and the party. So, she slumped into one of the barstools in her kitchen and started eating the popcorn she had popped earlier, having made popcorn balls, and was just eating the remains. Maybe she could pretend to be sick, yeah, that would work.

Though, she did kinda want to go just to see if anyone got the sick humor in it. A dead bride, ya know, because she faked her death during the war she was suppose to get married after. Whatever, maybe Ed would find it funny. They both seemed to understand each other. Which was why Felicity was really thankful he was around right now. Sure, Felicity had Clare and Sam as friends but, they were busy with their love lives right now. Ed, well she didn't have to worry about him having a love life. They could just be dorks together. Speaking of a dork, Felicity wondered if raising a few skeletons would be fun for the evening or if it would result in her getting kicked out.

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notes: COSTUME also, in a one shot im in the middle of writing her apartment being kudos to dad makes sense. HOPE THIS WORKS ^_^

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e will come calling out at the mess you've made How long had it been since Edmund had actually done Halloween? Dressing up in a costume and then getting candy. Not his cup of tea. A) He didn't like dress up. B) He didn't even like candy. Oh well. Whatever had possessed the legion to decide to turn it into a dance... he was going to kill them. But Felicity wanted to go, so he caved and said yes. He knew she'd be kind of uncomfortable with Stone and McCloud possibly being there (heck, he was... or rather, that was any couple, really), and she knew that he'd never be caught up in a love life. So, he agreed: two rare singles going together as friends. One of their dopy excursions, that was all... Or rather, they knew that they had to both stop being hermits and get out every once in a while to interact with actual people. (Did Edmund ever mention how much he hated crowds?) Ed was pretty sure not many people would find much humor in his costume: Benedict Arnold. Infamous traitor of the American Revolution. Felicity would possibly get it. Only question was if she'd laugh or say he was insane. Probably both. As if him being a traitor wasn't obvious enough. Maybe he just had a sick sense of humor. He walked towards Felicity's new apartment and knocked. Gods only knew how she had gotten this, but hey, end result was that she got it and she was staying. Suddenly curious as to what she'd be going as (or if she'd decided to chicken out), Edmund walked up the steps of her new places and knocked on the door. If he remembered the wrong house number... well, that would just be awkward. Ah... darn it, he should've brought along that smoke machine he had hijacked from Party City... As of now, it was in the forge. Gods, Party City. It felt like forever and a day ago. COMMENTARIUM: It works great, lovely! Can't wait to read the one shot :D VERBA: 330

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A knock on her door drew her attention away from the popcorn she had been munching on as she stood up and opened the door, smiling upon seeing her friend there. She then raised an eyebrow as she looked over his outfit, the costume looked as though it came from the revolutionary war. She went through the historic facts she used to read all the time when she was younger and embraced her history nerd self with a passion. Finally, putting together her facts of history and her facts from knowing Edmund, there was really only one possible solution. Benedict Arnold, a traitor, how appropriate. She could barely stifle a laugh as she exited her apartment, she would invite him in another time to waste time. They had a party to attend. "I see you found the apartment okay, you traitorous Benedict Arnold." Felicity teased at him.

Then she couldn't help but find a bit of humor at the two of them. Dressing so appropriately. A traitor and dead bride. This was something to remember about for years. "Seems you and I dressed appropriately. Get it, because you're a traitor and I'm a dead bride. Get it?" Felicity said with a smile before shaking her head and leading the way out into the fall night to get on with the silly party that had to have been a New Rome first. She had wondered who came up with it? Usually the Romans were all work and no play, though she supposed after dealing with the two wars they decided there needed to be a bit of fun. They always did something for Valentines day and Saturnalia, why not Halloween?

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notes: These dorks...

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e will come calling out at the mess you've made Her house smelt like freshly popped popcorn. Conclusion: she had just popped popcorn. Wasn't he a great observer?! The next thing he registered was her costume. Gods. Not like he wasn't already going to hell, but now he certainly was: a small smile flickered across his face and he nearly laughed. Dead bride. Sure, it could've been a pun towards her parentage and all, but after her stunt and her and Stone being engaged before... well, it just took on a whole new meaning. It took her less than a minute. Ed was fully expecting her to get it, anyway. Him being him and her being a complete history nerd. Gods they had a sick sense of humor. Forget "costumes" these were appropriate to life masquerades. Edmund backed off the steps and took off his tricorne in a mock bow. "But of course m'lady," he said, looking up at her with a smirk. "I wouldn't miss it for the world to escort a dead bride."  Edmund gave his head an amused shake and started following her out. "I don't know whether to call this 'appropriate', 'a sick, shared sense of humor', or 'true to life'." Because, really... this was a bit far. He wondered how many stick in the muds they'd offend tonight. Oh well, didn't matter. Besides, if no one hated you, you were doing it wrong. Still, he water to kill whoever kept coming up with ideas to celebrate these stupid holidays, but whatever. He supposed the Legion did need a fun sort of break after... everything, really. Besides, he had Felicity. Maybe this wasn't going to he be as horrible as he was thinking it would be. UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: #dorking I finally caved and got a polyvore! Costume VERBA: 280

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Appropriate? Maybe in the case of Edmund, many might find her side of it extremely inappropriate. A sick, slurred sense of humor? Okay, yes, but when had her and Edmund not had that to some degree? To her it was as if they reached the final stage of caring and was basically screaming "F This" to everyone and everything now. Which, quite honestly, wouldn't be surprising at all. It was Edmund and she was Felicity. They could only care so much before it just flew off and ceased to exist anymore. Especially when, in the case of Felicity she really had nothing left to lose. True to life? Well, yeah, it was true to life. Anyone who knew anything about them would know it. And sure, they would probably get looks of disapproval from almost everyone but who cares? Her and Edmund would try to have a great time as the best friends they are and in their own way. Worst case scenario if the party really is a lousy waste of time they could come back to her apartment and watch scary movies.

"Perhaps a combination of all three. Oh! We should totally keep a tally of how many people we piss off with this. I'm betting at least ten people, what do you say?" Felicity said, giving her friend a half-smile as they approached the party scene the noise of people and sound of music becoming audible as well as the smell of confectionery treats and pizza entering her nose. What was it with big events always having pizza? Was it just easy to serve to people? Oh well, they probably had other things but that was all she could tell at the moment. "So, if this party is as lame as I suspect it will be, we can always ditch and go watch scary movies to the point where it becomes impossible to sleep. Sound like a plan?"

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notes: Ohhh I like your polyvore :3

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e will come calling out at the mess you've made After their various stunts at the Legion, people may've thought Felicity Weingarten and Edmund Simons didn't care what others thought of them. And they'd be right, but this would just nail it right in. Seeing this kind of sick humor is what distinguished those who could laugh at a situation from those who had sticks up their butts. Going like this was a mixture of "I'm fine with what I did, let me make fun of myself now" and "Hahaha F everyone and everything, I'll do what I want". Because, really, living with Romans like these? There had to come a point in time where everyone just point blank stopped caring. Maybe for a few seconds, maybe forever. Ed had almost always been like that though. Who cared what other people thought? If he got some "enjoyment' out of it, he'd do it. If he thought it was right, he'd do it. When he was little. When he came into the legion. During the quest. At orthys. After the war. What was there left to lose? His life? Yeah, that was pretty much it at this point. Did it put him at odds with people? Certainly, but at least he did what he wanted, instead of following the crowd. A slight smirk flickered across his face. "We totally should. Pft. We'll get an easy ten." Probably the first ten people that saw them as they walked up towards the place. Stares? Gossip? Please. He had been living with that since forever. It had bothered him when he was younger, but now, he was beyond caring. As they got closer, the smell of the fresh night air and the sound of the wind diminished, food and music took its place. Baked goods, and he was pretty sure he smelt something spicy. If "something spicy" had a smell. Ditch the place and watch a scary movie if this didn't work out? Edmund smirked slightly. Like their whole lives weren't a horror story? "I'm on board for that." UT: @jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: :D Thankie! VERBA: 335

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Felicity smirked at the easy ten bit. It was honestly going to be really easy. Though, she was kinda worried about offending a certain person with the last name of Stone. No! Stop that, he was the past and he would probably be with Eve so, ya know what F that too. F everything for this fun-filled fright night. Though, she was happy that he had agreed to the horror movie bit. Which, in all honesty, horror movies freaked Felicity out, not that she would ever admit that to anyone, kinda embarrassing really considering her entire past.

Finally the party emerged and the people become visible. She could already see the looks of disapproval littered on the faces of the people who could figure it all out, everyone else just seemed not to care. Good, Felicity didn't need the attention. Though she was curious why a daughter of Venus exclaimed that she knew it. What did she know? Hopefully she didn't think that Edmund and her were dating or anything. Couldn't two normal, okay, cross out the normal bit, but couldn't two friends just go to a party together after ya know, one of them left to be a traitor and returned and the other died and returned? Two completely normal friends going on a completely normal party. Right.

"Hard to imagine all these people are Roman right now." Felicity said, as she looked at all the people in costume. Sure, a few people came in very uncreatively as actual Romans but some people really went out there, or they just didn't dress up, but that was only a few people. Not much. But, alas, they were at the party, now what?

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e will come calling out at the mess you've made Well, at least they had a Plan B. Edmund almost never came up with Plan B. It was a miracle if he even considered and/or fully thought out a Plan A. For him it was do it, and if you get it wrong, you know what not to do next time. It worked great when forging and making mechanical stuff. He didn't take that advice so much when it actually came to real life, people to people stuff. He'd run. He'd leave. He'd ditch. He'd burn things. Screw everything up. Get people killed. Fun life. Some people still probably wanted his head on a stick, but he had honestly stopped caring. He could get jumped again. Or killed. But he wasn't, yet. So why not try to enjoy the night with his dead bride of a friend? Ah, crowds of people. Being around them usually got Edmund into trouble. Like when he tried to avoid them and then ended up getting to a fight with a certain god of the underworld. Yeah, great fun there. He wondered if he knew that Felicity was alive all along. Knew, and didn't even bother to help or assure the people who had gone into a self destructive grieving cycle. Mainly Stone. Out of all of them, he had probably deserved to know. They had been engaged, for gods sakes! A small smirk flickered across his face as he started counting the looks of disapproval. "Looks like we got a few other American and Camp history nerds," he teased. "Yeah... some of them aren't total stiff boards," he said, looking around at some of the costumes. Kind of interesting, really, what Romans could come up with if given an event and some creative freedom on what to do with themselves. UT: @jackyd7813 VERBA: 290

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Felicity gave a nod at the comment of other American and camp history nerds. It was kinda interesting to see what some people came up with, especially the people she recognized. Some looked as though they hand-made their costumes and others looked as though they went out and bought one, which left Felicity wondering if they did it with permission or asked a Mercury kid for a ride. Not like Felicity had any room to talk, she had shadowed out to get her costume, not like she needed permission for leaving or anything since she was a civilian, but it did make for faster travel. Though, that trip had left her more sick and exhausted than usual. Guess she wasn't fully recovered from the trip back from Europe. She remembered her jump to Europe had left her just as sick and exhausted for the next few weeks, hopefully she'll recover soon, if not, she'd had to travel the normal way. She didn't exactly feel like pushing herself to the point of exhaustion, or worse, death. Her father had warned her of that too.

"Yeah, who knows. Maybe you could actually become friends with them because they're not all "Me Roman, Me Fight. Stab. Stab. Stab." Felicity said, the ending changing her voice to some weird rough and tumble accent that she pulled out of the air. Honestly she was just goofing off. She laughed at herself a bit before her eyes spied the snack table. "What makes pizza so alluring anyway?" Felicity asked as she saw it littered on the table as well as the other candies and foods, a separate table holding the vary of beverages from canned soda to punch in a bowl, which hopefully no one had spiked. She knew how rambunctious the Bacchus kids could be, she honestly wouldn't be surprised if it did end up spiked later on as the evening went on and the younger kids of the legion left for curfew.

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notes: Sorry about the wait

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e will come calling out at the mess you've made Looking around at the Halloween crowd, Edmund wondered how many people actually made their costume versus buying it from somewhere. The Mercury and Pluto kids had shopping easy. Heck, they could even make it a business. Being able to either shadow or teleport in and out of places must've been kind of cool: to be in one place and then at another in just a blink of an eye. Cut down on travel time. By a lot. Like... if they hadn't had Felicity, Josh, and Ethan on the quest team with them, how long would it've taken to get all the way to Europe? Probably around a month. Or a week to a few weeks, depending on how much people were willing to hijack cars, figure out buses or trains, or stow away on ships. Legally getting on anything was kind of out of the question. Except if they decided to get fake IDs and passports. Edmund had almost done it too... a few hours after Discordia had told him Felicity was alive. For an hour or so, he didn't care. He'd walk if he had to. Or storm Em's place. Or steal a car. Or something. Legal or not, he was going to get across the country and into Europe and.... then what? Even if he could survive on leftovers and water fountain water (ugh), what would he do and how would he find her? By that time, he hadn't made the GPS thingy, Josh had been MIA... and he had said that he'd look after Rhiannon. Besides... what if the entire point of "faking my death and then not immediately coming back" was that she didn't want to be found? Didn't want to come back. A smirk flickered across his face at Felicity's imitation. "Who knows, they've been raised like it since they were ten... maybe they've forgotten the correct speech pattern," he scoffed. The pizza did smell good. Couldn't lie about that one. At her question, he gave a slight shrug. "Who knows. Part of the modern culture, probably. Easy to make, hot... cheese and you can put other stuff on it...? Maybe?" COMMENTARIUM: I'M sorry about the wait x_x VERBA: 354

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Felicity smirked. "But, so have we. Does that mean our speech pattern is totally destroyed? Or did we make it out in time?" Felicity said as she glanced at the SPQR tattoo on her arm with seven lines dashed under the symbol of Pluto. Seven years out of ten. She would have only a little over two years if she was still in the service. Oh well, what was done was done, besides, she had more freedom this way. Yet, those seven dashes would probably raise question from younger generations down the road. For instance, if she ever married a guy who was Roman and served his full service and they had kids, how would she answer the question of her having less tallies than him to her kids without making it sound like she was once a villain? Something to worry about another day, besides, at the rate she was going at she probably wouldn't ever have to worry about a scenario like that. It seemed liked she would be single for the rest of her life, not that that was a bad thing, it just seemed to be what the fates wished for her.

"Modern culture in New Rome?" She laughed some at the irony there. "If you could put anything on a pizza, what would you put on it? You can make it as outrageous as you want, put monkey brains on it even if that's what you're into." Felicity said. Was this an actual normal conversation? No talk of war, betrayal or death. Instead, pizza, and who didn't like pizza? Well, besides lactose intolerant people, people with gluten allergies or tomato allergies probably.

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so you dug your grave and the m a s q u e r a d e  will come calling out at the mess you've made Ed gave a slight smirk. "I think we made it out in time. Y'know. Not the full ten years," he scoffed, flipping his arm to show that he matched her with seven bars. A bit over two more years and he would've been out. With an actual honorary discharge. He could've ditched. Could've been a normal civilian. Then again, normal and Roman honor was overrated. They should start a dishonorably discharged club. Edmund wondered how many dishonorably discharged people were around. Probably a fair few. He didn't think any of the surviving traitors were put on death penalty, especially since he and Rhiannon didn't get it. So, as far as he knew it was only of himself, Felicity, and Rhiannon. He didn't really bother getting to know anyone at Orthys (no surprise there). And other than that, who was was gusty (or dumb) enough to get themselves kicked out? He'd never get burned with a Legion mark again, thank the gods. A year after being in a fire and getting skin grafts, only to get a burn tattoo of something you hated, and then getting annual burns was a bit too soon. He would've gotten his eighth, but he spent that birthday/commemoration date by being at Orthys. "Or at least some. You'd hope at least some things in a place called New Rome would be modern. Or what's the point? Here: Let's all learn about catapults when we've advanced to computerized canons," he scoffed. "One of the most dangerous phrases is 'we've always done it this way', after all." He blinked at her. And this is partially what he had missed. Stupid non-sensical conversation. "....well, even though I'm sure that'd be kind of a rare delicacy... somewhere...? I don't think so," he said with a very slight grin. "I dunno, maybe chicken and maple syrup? But the world's so crazy, people've probably already done that." UT: @@jackyd7813 COMMENTARIUM: <33 VERBA: 316