Who plays with fire... (OPEN)

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Notes: It will better later, I promise.

"Hello!! is someone in here?"
Jessamine walked into the forge and looked around, the moment she set a foot inside the place, she couldn't help to feel as if the heat was not only surrounding her, but also getting into her clothes and her lungs! How could the children of Vulcan could be in there for so long?! weren't they humans as the rest of the demigods and legacies in Camp? she continued her way into the hot place and looked around. She usually saw that crippled girl in there, but that morning she wasn't in there!

"Is someone there who can make a tiny bity winnie thing?"
she sighed and looked down at the paper she had in her hand. She had design the pendant that she needed, a talisman that she had in mind to channel her energy and make her elemental spells a bit more accurate. she needed that so she didn't end up being thrown away by some spell that could back fire at her. It was a pendant with an alchemic circle in the middle, it would look for the non taught eye, like a tetragrammaton, but it wasn't that. Jessy hopped that if it was well performed, it would become far more steady than that.

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just give me a r e a s o n By this time in his life, Edmund pretty much had a like/hate relationship with the forge. If he hadn't taken himself out of the setting for months at a time, he would've just liked it, but, as his life went, it didn't become the case. Instead, he had come in and out, having to reintroduce himself to fire and go through a flooding every time just so he could force himself to stay. Not that he didn't have little, momentary freaks out anymore, but the more time he stayed there, the less frequent they became. Since coming back from being captured, Ed had returned to the forge, and had been in the forge long enough to not freak out over the fire flareups or having to talk himself through using the fire. Baby steps… He looked up as he heard the door open and a voice called to see if anyone was currently there. Ed did a five second sweep. Once again, he had tuned out everything so much that he hadn't even noticed he had been left alone in the forge again. Made sense though… most of them still had cohort training, whereas he had this more as like…a job. "I'm here," he finally spoke up after making sure no one else was. He had to raise his eyebrows. "That's real specific," he said. A ghost of his old, flat sarcasm with strangers bubbled to the surface. That meant slowly, but surely, he was getting better, right? COMMENTARIUM: All good <3 VERBA: 256

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Word: 259

Notes: sorry so short!

Jessy looked around before Edmund replied to her. She realized that she had never really looked or observed the inner part of the forge. It was a huge place with several work stations. Each of those seemed to had been made specially for the person who worked in each of them. It was an amazing and ergonomic thing! Then she looked at the fire, as an elemental she had some connection to the main elements. In her especific case, her stronger element was fire. So being there in a place that work with fire and it fueled all the place, made her feel strong in such a basic level.

Then she heard his voice and looked around again. She noticed Edmund in the back and walked to his work station. She smiled at him and then approached to his work station. He used some kind of sarcasm with her. She chuckled and nodded with a slight smirk. "Oh... yeah, my apologies. I have the design here with me. But I want someone very skilled to make it. If it is wrongly done not only me but sveral around me will explode in my next spell!" She made a dramatic movement with her hands and then smiled at him again.

She then tilted her head and smiles a bit. She was about to tell him if his name, she remembered him from the past, before the government, before the second war. Edmund wasn't the most talkative man in the legion, but Felicity used to be his friend. "I'm Jessamine Carstairs"

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just give me a r e a s o n Despite his hot and cold relationship with the forge (literally, haha! good job Ed you've just made a slight pun!) Edmund really did miss it when he was away from it. Something about being in here made him feel less empty. Maybe it was the fact that he was a child of the forges, so it would naturally be where he was most comfortable. Then again, being a child of it also meant he was rather good at it. Crafting and fighting. Then again, little else could be expected of him since he used to be in first cohort. How the hell had he gotten in there again? At least he had honed skills that would make him a little bit useful and not get him killed in this Roman atmosphere. He wondered how many people didn't make it. Didn't Lupa eat them or something? That was so long ago... him first coming into the Legion... did he even remember what his training period with Lupa was like? Hellish, probably, just like when he first got into first. Yet another thing that he had neatly tucked into the corner of his mind. He looked up at the legionnaire who had come in. She didn't look familiar, but that didn't really mean anything coming from Ed. He didn't know a whole lot of people outside his quest family and Rhia and then people they knew. All he knew was that a bunch of people didn't like him, and that was fine with him; he deserved it, anyway. "Right..." Ed muttered. Sounded like what Rhia did... kinda, with spells. "What do you do?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Trivia may've been the goddess of magic, but there could've been other immortals with similar things, and she had mentioned magic... and if there was one thing Ed had learned from here, it was never assume a god parent. You could have a good guess, but sometimes they were just dead wrong. Especially if it was a minor god. "Well, I did rune stones once, but if you want to wait for Redpath, you can." At least he had gotten a handle on his talking again, to an extent. Edmund gave a slight nod. "Edmund Simons." She may or may not've known, but he wasn't just going to assume that. COMMENTARIUM: Haha it's okay!! :) VERBA: 387

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Notes: sorry the long wait and the shortness.

Jessy looked at the guy in the forge, he seemed to be nice, but at the same time he seemed to have that aura of all of those in the forge, kind of husky, antisocial and even hater of organic forms of life. she sighed and looked around, the place was an incredible place, if it wasn't for the heat, maybe she would go there from time to time, or maybe more often than that. She looked at Edmund again and she sighed. "Well, I am performing some elemental spells and I do need a talisman to focus all my energy in it and then release it, if I don't have one my energy will just brust out and will explode."

She barely explained to Edmund what kind of magic she was performing. but she only gave him a superficial explanation about her magic or how it worked. When he told her that she could wait for his brother, looked at a very small window on the side, Edmund continued talking and told her that he had made runes, so she looked back at him. "Then I think you have a thumb for magic metalic instruments, right?" She said and nodded at his name. "Nice to meet you Simons." she said and then looked around again. "who did you make the runes for?" she asked almost knowing, maybe for that woman, her half sister. She had tried to get close but Rhiannon only shut her out. She breathed deeply and shook her head, she wasn't going to let that thought made her sad, Rhiannon didn't want her to be close, then she wasn't going to suffer about it.

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just give me a  r e a s o n Although Ed protested any linking bloodline to the other forgers, he fit the stereotype pretty well: quiet and asocial with a preference of non-animated things over people. No wonder people finally came to the conclusion that he was related to the other forgers, no matter how much he vehemently denied it in the past. Although some of the forgers did break the mold every now and again; he supposed it helped get some diversity in the forge. It helped the forge not to be a complete place of fire and asocial doom. He raised his eyebrows slightly and tilted his head in curiosity. Unlike the magic stones he had given Rhia, this was used to contain and release magic instead of aiding the caster. "Uh... huh..." he mused, his mind already pulling in different directions to figure out how to achieve the desired effect. He gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I have some experience, sure. I think they worked fine for her," he said with a small shrug. He didn't remember seeing them after he had made them for her, and she hadn't come back with any issues. He had considered making Art some plushy rune stones that glowed and spun around in a hanging mobile fashion since he was half Trivia...  Nice to meet him? He severely doubted that. It was rarely nice anything with him. Possibly nice forge fixes and products, but that was the extent of it. Nothing nice personality wise. "Rhiannon Rogers," Edmund said, his fingers fluttering on his desk, cogs still in motion ".... used to be Warlow," he added as an afterthought. Admittedly, sometimes he still did slip. He had been calling her Rhiannon and Rhia, but sometimes he reverted to Warlow when exasperated. Although, now it was sort of hard since she'd always correct him with "Rogers", but then the problem became that there were two Rogers: herself and Josh, and Edmund usually called Josh "Rogers". A bit of dilemma... ugh, those idiots. Carstairs may've known Rhia, or not. Again, never assume with the god parents or with the siblings. She could be like him and not bother to who everyone was, or hate them. Whatever floated their boat and kept them alive, functioning, and semi sane while living here. COMMENTARIUM: omfg sorry for the wait also this is pre-rhia death same timeline from when the thread was started, i suppose lol VERBA: 376

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Notes: Sorry it is so short!!

Jessy chuckled with her reply. Well she was happy to know that there was someone that could finally make that pendant for her, she really neeed it to focus her power, if not she would explode her cohort next time she tried to do it! She would also use it to focus her mind every time she used her astral projection. She loved to use it, but she wasn't in control, not very much in fact. So knowing that he would be able to do it, made her very happy. "Yes!! finally someone who can perform the miracle!"

She said and then looked at him, but as always he wasn't smiling. She wondered if he ever smiled at all!! she approached to his desk and looked at his face, she tilted her face and smiled. "you have nice eyes." she said and then pulled herself away and spinned on a foot. She then looked around as he told her who he had made the runes for. She stopped moving and looked down to the floor, then she looked back at him and breathed deeply. "Rhiannon..." she said and then nodded, she knew that name very well, the traitor, the crazy one, the shame of Trivia's offsprings. She knew all of that too well.

"I'm glad she had someone to trust to." she half smiled at Edmund, but her smile would tell him how much it hurt to her that her sister had died in the way she did. "I knew her little... not very well. did you know her?... I mean... more than just a costumer?"

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just a ghost with a beating h e a r t  Edmund had started to live in cycles again: take care of Art during the day. Train and forge during the evening and night time. Occasionally and optionally eat and sleep. Old habits died hard, he supposed. He had a feeling these would never die. He had survived nine years with minimal sleep and around three years with near to no appetite, and he was still alive. No matter if it was cutting down on his lifespan now. Right now, he needed structure. He needed a constant flow of thoughts and responsibilities to inhibit himself from really thinking. Forge jobs like these helped: a job he really had to focus on, or rather jobs plus the armory and usual fixes. The usual fixes also included kids toys now... he wondered if any of the parents had ever gotten over it, or if they had just thrown the toy out and bought a new one if their kid told them that an ex-traitor had mended it. He raised his eyebrows slightly. Miracle? Probably not... just a lot of careful planning and constructing. He, along with half the forge could probably do it. He shifted slightly as the legionnaire approached but stood his ground. Yes. Good. Improvements. He was still wary of people breaking his personal bubble (except for a few, but even then, he still reacted negatively sometimes). Getting captured and tortured by the government hadn't helped. "Um," Ed blinked, buffering and tilting his head slightly. "....thanks?" Honestly, he did try to take people seriously sometimes, but whenever someone did compliment him, all it felt like to him was a lie.  Oddly enough, speaking of Rhia as a client was fine to him. He could detach for something like that. As in... detach more than usual. He had hundreds of customers over the years, and remembered almost everything they had asked for. You don't easily forget your own crafts, especially if they were meant for someone else and you wanted perfection out of them (meaning a lot of time and prototypes... hence his very bad sleep habits; arguably the cause had changed somewhat since then, but still). He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Gods no, never trust anyone." Yup, he was definitely getting better from the government... now he just needed to get over... And then she asked something that he couldn't entirely detach from. Sure, Edmund had been fairly detached on Rhia's death: becoming numb even though he knew he should be upset. But random, little things had a tendency to chip away at him, cracking his horrid indifference. But still, he couldn't deal with his own emotions, even if his mask did decide to crack from time to time. So, he did the only thing he knew how to do when not addressing his emotions: he told a gross lie. "No, not really." COMMENTARIUM: all good! sorry about this wait!! D: VERBA: 472

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Notes: Yay rp flowing!! XD and don't worry we all have busy lives atm.

Jessy would never know why she was such a flirty person, she just liked to speak what was in her mind, including the details that she thought that made someone more speial or beautiful. It wasn't something that Trivia had, did she? Well, she didn't know her mother well, to know if she had gotten that from her mother or her father, but definetely she didn't get it from her grandfather, he seemed to be always emotionally constipated, almost like Mars, but thousands of times more. She didn't know how Proserpina fell for Pluto, but well... it was nice that at least he had someone like her. "welcome, it is the truth, so why to hide it." she said about his eyes, then she looked at him.

"It would be sad if she never had someone to trust to. I know she was married, right? and that she lived in her city house with him, who is my centurion, and their son..." she said ad then frowned a moment and looked away, she also remembered that a son of Vulcan was living with them, someone that had been in a quest with her husband, then she looked at Edmund again and sighed. "and it would be really sad that she didn't have family and friends when she died... no one to cry her death, no one to remember her and miss her... I really hope she had such people with her, in her heart and mind and that they still have her in their hearts... that way she won't be so lost." she said and then picked some trinkets from his desk and started playing with them.

"The judges would be more indulgent with her if she had been a good person no matter all what she did in life." she said not loking at him. She suspected he was that son of Vulcan, and if it was him, she would like that at least he remembered her sister, his friend.

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just a ghost with a beating h e a r t How often did Edmund Simons tell the truth when it really mattered? Not often. The trivial stuff, sure; the important stuff, forget it. The concept of truth had gotten a bit warped ever since he learned his true nature as half god, half human. As far as he thought about it, he just considered himself a freak of a normal human. Sometimes not even a human; he’d got as far as to say he was a monster walking around in human skin. He brought up that expression in reference to what he had done; but, it could be used to describe his biology as well. Just went to show that perhaps the demigods neither belonged here nor there. They were just on their own plain doing… well, doing what, exactly? Fighting and protecting the Camp, ugh… Ed’s age old issue with the place. Not his home. Not his family. Nothing familiar… But then things changed. He went on a quest. Even if he still didn’t see Camp at a home, he saw a few people as his family. Family he thought he’d be able to keep. He knew he shouldn’t have let the thought get to his head like that. He could never keep anyone, no matter how hard he tried. He gave a slight nod, out of courtesy if anything. You’re getting soft, a voice nudged him. Oh, shut up. I can still have some decency when I want to. When he wanted to… which had been happening a lot more recently, despite his liking. Edmund nodded in the affirmative and looked down to tinker aimlessly with a piece of metal on the desk. So, that made her fifth cohort. Rhiannon Rogers, nee Warlow, lived in New Rome with her son, Arthur, and husband, Josh. He wondered exactly how public it was that he had been living with the Rogers. He knew around New Rome it was pretty much part of the infamous gossip column. Then again, it probably wasn’t hard for news to circle out of New Rome and into the Camp. The fifth cohort co-centurion living with two traitors. Funny, when Ed thought about it. The first time he and Josh met, they couldn’t really stand each other. Fast forward through the quest: they had gained each other’s respect, but Edmund wasn’t going to act any different. They had given each other a rough time of it then, so why not now? A little tough affection never really hurt anyone. He continued preoccupying his hands and eyes with the useless piece of metal. “She had Josh, Jolly, Mercury, Minamimoto…” And me. Not that he’d ever admit that. He didn’t really ever want to admit how much it felt like a family because that only meant that he had failed, again. He was down to Josh, Ethan, Felicity, and Arthur. Gods help anyone who dared mess up the delicate balance he had tried so much to get again. Or gods help him; whichever came first: his complete unravel or their timely demise. “I suppose there’s a bit of a fine line there,” he stated, finally able to look up at her again. “You may think what you’re doing is for the right reasons. You think it’s right. Not everyone else will see it that way.” COMMENTARIUM: So sorry for the wait! VERBA: 500s