Notes: Sorry short, lol but I hope it turns out to be longer and fun!!
"ok, so... only a few minutes so it doesn't lose it's strength..." she said as she was with her elbows and her belly on the edge of the kerb that delimitated the extreme fire in there. but she love to watch the fire and the Kerb was so height for her! so she had to 'tiptoe' over it, as much as someone in a wheelchair could do that, to see the fire and the metal she was waiting to be melt in there. Her feet weren't touching the ground, her legs just hanging there from her hips. the position hurt but at the same time kind of freed her back from some of the pressure of being sitting all the time.
She was all alone in the Forge, Ronan was maybe training his cohort, edmund would be there soon, and the rest... well they were on other activities. But she was working as a good forger, a good grease monkey she was. She moved and only got supported on the kerb on her belly, her hands in deep fire and she didn't get hurt by it. she was trying to model the red hot piece of metal in the way she wanted it to be to create the perfect boomerang. There was a camper that loved them and ordered a set of them. She didn't listen to the gate when someone walked in. She but it would have seemed horrible scene for whoever walked in.
As if she had decided to finish with her life by putting her head in the fire. which if you knew her a bit, knew fire wouldn't hurt her at all.
His stupid good for nothing armor had rusted at some of the places so it wasn't staying on him right. Gods, it was annoying to have to adjust and hold down the armor all the while trying to make sure you didn't suck at training because if anyone dared to chuckle at his misfortune he would be sure to make their life a living hell, quite literally as he did enjoy messing with the brain chemistry of the people around him.
But, it was the armor that had brought him into the forge today as he slammed the door open and looked around at the seemingly empty forge. He let out a very loud groan of annoyance as he walked around and finally saw some legs, granted they were on the ground. He turned the corner and pretty much rolled his eyes. Out of everyone he had to have stumbled upon the crippled girl? Like she would do any good. "If it's only you here I'll come back later so that I can find someone to actually do the job." Nathan said in a very bitter tone. Sure, the girl looked like she might burn herself any minute but it wasn't any of Nathans concern. If the girl was stupid enough to lay down in a fire then she deserved whatever injures awaited her in his opinion. Some people did do crazy things all the time, and sometimes he was the cause for them doing said crazy thing, especially when it came to perhaps causing some harm to ones self or to someone else. Oh well, just another day in paradise and besides, the centurions and praetors could always use more paperwork. He had a feeling that they just loved to do paperwork, who wouldn't?
words: 305 notes: shooooort, sorry! and sorry for the wait!
Nova was modeling the metal with her bare hands, the fire, the red hot metal weren't a problem for her, her skin could have been like the skin of a dragon, completely fire proof. and her... gift to create heat was one of the best in the world! So she wasn't scared of being there with the fire at her face, the red hot metal in her hands and the risk to fall into the kerb. she was modeling it when she heard the voice of someone, she put the metal inside a metallic basket, it was special for red hot almost melting metal, so she knew it would be ok there.
She then used her elbows to lift her upper torso and she looked back to where the voice came from, she saw there that boy from days ago. She couldn't remember who was his parent, but by the way he talked, maybe he was son of Phobos or maybe... who knew! He only made her feel... confused, too much discord in her heart. She tilted her head and then looked at him. "I can help you with whatever you came to ask for." She said with firm and decided voice. She had worked in the forge for a long time, and if she knew how to do something, that was to be a blacksmith, a forge smith... a grease monkey!
"Although, if you have no rush, then my siblings would come back in like... 4 hours." she said and pushed herself off the kerb, then using a rope, she climbed down and sat onto her chair. then she looked at him and sighed. "So? need it done soon or not?" why was she being so rude at him?! she didn't know that her discord was growing inside of her. a little gift from Nathan's mother.
He really couldn't wait. Armor was a fundamental piece of equipment to have in the legion. If you showed up to practice without it you were pretty much chewed out. But seriously, out of everyone it had to be Nova there. Sure, they've been in the same cohort for years but she's a lump on a log now. She can't do her training and just sits there and complains about how Oh she's oh so weak. Someone help me because I'm so pathetic. It annoyed the son of Discord which did not make for pleasant times within those near him as they ended up getting infected with their own discord. So with a loud, annoyed groan he set his armor on a table.
"As much as I hate this. I really can't wait or Tessa and August will get on my case about it again. Not that you would know since you can't even survive a training anymore." Nathan said with obvious venom in his words. He didn't really care if he hurt her. She was a waste of space. Should have been kicked out of the legion and set home crying to her mommy. Good riddance in his opinion. Not like they were best friends or anything. Just in the same cohort. And as he needed to depend on his fellow cohort mates to be there to protect him if something happened he couldn't be worrying about their handicap member getting stuck in a ditch when the enemy was coming head on. It was just tactical and logical in his opinion. Why did everyone seem to think it so wrong. THat was the problem. Feelings got in the way of making good decisions.
Nova looked at the other teen sitting from her chair and frowned, his presence was disturbing. For moments she wondered if she would really be able to make whatever he was there for. Maybe she should wait for Ronan or Edmund... maybe not... for some wird reason she was doubting of everything. Confussion in her mind and her heart and she didn't like that at all! She pushed her chair to her work station and looked at him again. His comment charged with venom got her deeply, he was right... she was a useless member of the cohort. But then she tilted her head at him and smirked feeling that discord, that confussion, but also that strife in her.
"Witty... but it seems that without your armor you won't survive either..." smirks at him and shrugs. Then she breathed deeply, she waan't like that. She then looked at him again and breathed deeply once more, she looked at the armor, he must train very hard, his armor looked as if he did. They were in the same cohort, and she kind of remembered a bit of him. But she had spent a long time in the infirmary and the forge she past war, over a year already.
"Your armor needs more than a quick repair. I have a spare armor if you want. And I could make a new one for you by Saturday morning." She used to be faster, but without legs she was a bit slower. She was trying to calm down and act civil with him. Maybe he didn't have his powers undercontrol and that was the reson why he hurt others. Then she shouldn't hurt him too, right? "The spare one is new, standard needs and I'm sure it is your size." T
CENTURIONS:
FIRST COHORT: Kit Albright
Christopher Ashby
SECOND COHORT: Michael O'Connell
Lucius O'Connell
THIRD COHORT: Bruno Steinmetz
Mattan Ballas
FOURTH COHORT: --
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FIFTH COHORT: --
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CREDITS
Percy Jackson and The Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus, and their characters belong to Rick Riordan. All original characters belong to their respected owners/players.
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