Please Try To Keep Up (open!)

[Deleted]

Furor, dressed to the nines as usual, was walking along the path connecting the military presence here in Camp Jupiter, with the city, usually a decent walk from the barracks. Plus, her wardrobe choice was not terribly conducive to this. This fabric made up her dress suit was thick, and the boots were not great for these roads. The weather was verging on hot. It did help that she didn’t actually feel the heat. Perhaps it was a side effect of growing up in Tartarus and being born there. Tartarus was a funny place. The temperature there varied depending on where you were, but to the, ahem, punished ones, it was always either unbearably hot or unbearably cold. To her, well, it was pleasant. Which might be why she didn’t mind dressing like it was 20F when it was actually 80F.

Eventually New Rome came into sight and, ah, it’s illustrious guardian. She smirked as she approached the Pomerian Line. “Terminuuuus!” She sang his name almost tauntingly. She got along with people usually, not normally trying to pick fights, but Terminus was too easy. He was so… fussy. And angry. He found something to be angry about in every single person who came through here. Which, incidentally, was right up her alley. Maybe he wasn’t ‘mad rage’ level, but the hint of it. She was sure if given the opportunity to, he would strangle at least three people a day. As it was, though, he had no arms. Or much of anything but a head. A thought that never ceased to bring joy to her life.

Words: 266
Tag: OPEN
Notes: I know she’s addressing Terminus, but… feel free to jump in?

[Deleted]

it'll get better (hopefully) So, back to microchips. It was a useful thing to know how to do, at any rate. Besides, he kind've liked doing them, after doing a whole bunch for Cinny, MB, and his chess set. Oh, he should make a second chess set. Replication was always key... the one he gave to Mikayla was just sort of like... round one. Which reminded him, he should drop by to see Mikayla. She had said it had started dying or something. Inwardly smirking, he hoped it had been the god pieces and maybe Stone and Kyoto. Perhaps he could make it solar powered like he had with Cinny and MB, gods knew San Francisco got enough sun. What was it now? Well, outside it was probably hot. In the forge it just got amplified around ten times. Edmund stepped out of the forge and the temperature dropped. Kind of odd, considering other legionaries would say outside was hot. Wait until they stayed in the forge for a few hours straight. Edmund started back home. One of the kids had come to him with a broken windup car before he had headed to the forges, so he had that to fix when he got back. It was all good... gave him distractions. Distractions were good. As he approached the line dividing camp from city, he saw a woman dressed up in a Victorian looking get up. He blinked. Was the heat getting to him or something? She looked like she belonged in some sort of period play. And it was like... 80 or 85ish out here. Edmund may've been able to stand the forge, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand that outfit in the heat. Also... she seemed to be enjoying taunting Terminus. "Has he started barking out regulations to you?" he asked flatly. Not that he had any room to say anything, but he would. He had been feeling more of himself lately; and by that, he meant his old snark and flat sarcasm was coming back. COMMENTARIUM: i'll just.... yeah. have fun. Ed: F U Ellie. VERBA: 339

[Deleted]

Terminus glanced – seeing as he couldn’t turn – to the approaching goddess with a well-placed eye roll, seeing also as his list of available reactions was severely limited. Which, of course, Furor loved about him. She could do pretty much anything and he could hardly stop her. Okay, so she did know he could do something seeing as he was a god, but he couldn’t actually like… grab her wrist as it approached his upper lip with a Sharpie to give him a classic handlebar mustache. Viva la stache! Well, technically speaking, Terminus was wearing a classic Roman beard-stache combination, but they were stone and the same color as his flesh since he too was utterly stone. It kind of ruined the effect. Especially as, being made of stone, he never changed with the day. Which meant in the height of-… any time in civilization, he always looked as if good old Julius had just been stabbed yesterday. Of course, Furor looked a little retro too, but at least she could change. He’d literally been wearing the same toga all these years. Of course, that might not matter since stone didn’t really do much in the way of dirtying and, well, his abundance of upper body animation made it so only the bravest of birds would dare try to take a dump on him. Of course, that didn’t mean the pranksters of the camp didn’t try to fool around the old statue man, but alas, she digressed.

As she called out Terminus’ name, she heard an address towards herself too, or at least she assumed as much seeing as she was the only other one here. She turned to smile – albeit a little creepily – at the approaching young man. Ah, she knew this one. The hermit. Slash traitor. Slash lots of other titles. She opened her mouth to speak and answer his inquiry, when instead she was cut off by the statue. “I do no such thing! I’ll have you know I’m protecting this city from inconsiderate little troublemakers like you, boy! And ne’er-do-well’s who want to go on a rampage and kill people and-”

“Dearie, you know how I feel about being interrupted. It’s very rude to interrupt a lady, Terminus,” Furor said over her shoulder to the god. Then she turned her attention back to the young man with a knowing smile. “Forgive him, he doesn’t know etiquette. Though I suppose his outburst answered your question well enough, hmm? Now then, you must be Edmund. I’ve heard so much. Though I suppose you’re used to people saying that to you. Never fear though, I do not judge you for your actions like so many do. You had your reasons.” That and she really liked this kid. After all, she’d been keeping a passive eye on him for a long time. He wasn’t really her type, with his lack of emotion, but he had potential, and gods, how she wanted to be right there with some popcorn when it came to fruition. Perhaps she should take a vested interest in making that happen…

Words: 513
Tag: edmundsimons
Notes: I kind of see these two as Edmund Pevensie and the White Witch, at least when they first met in LWW. Or is it just me? Turkish Delight, anyone?

[Deleted]

if the monster always dies at the end of the book why am i  a l i v e  Edmund wondered exactly how much it pained Terminus to let him (Ed) in and out of New Rome everyday, being a traitor and all. Pre government capture, they had gotten into a couple of spats with eachother. Post capture... Ed would just ignore him. Most of the fights had come from Ed forgetting to empty his pockets of weapons that he had forgotten to leave at the forge. Out of everything he had to get used to, it wasn't the random, disgruntled citizen attacks that bothered him. No, it was the "no weapons in New Rome" rule. He felt so empty and bare without anything on him, even after nearly a year of residing there. Of course, anything could be turned into a weapon in desperation, but still. Lack of a proper dagger or sword made him nervous, especially after walking around for seven years with them on him 24/7. After a while, he made it habit to empty his weapons stash before passing by Terminus. Although, he still forgot sometimes... old habits died hard. He supposed the rule had reason: New Rome was supposed to be a peaceful place for the soldiers of the Legion to retire to. If they ever wanted a taste of their old life back, they could always go to the Circus Maximus (which Ed ended up doing every day anyway). As the older woman turned to face him, he couldn't help but notice the smile she gave him. It was one of those creep smiles. Like the smiles the monsters in human flesh gave him before they transformed and attacked him. Also akin to the smiles his captors gave him when they realized they'd be able to have fun with him since he wouldn't talk willingly. Bird on prey creepy smile. He hated those smiles. He couldn't say Terminus's tirade at him came as a surprise. Although... that new, Sharpie mustache did, and Edmund couldn't help but smirk slightly, thinking of how much Ethan would probably appreciate that.  "Well that makes two of us," Ed stated flatly. "Yes, quite thoroughly," he said with an eye roll. He also couldn't say that her knowing about him surprised him. Sure he had his reasons. But not the reason that everyone in the Legion believed. And certainly not ones that he'd ever tell. Ed couldn't help the cynical feeling towards her phrase. It didn't matter, it was human nature to judge. "Right. Of course you have." Ed usually didn't pull the rude card when it came to people saying they knew about him, because, well, nearly everyone did. Unless they decided to just not pay attention to the goings on in the Legion (which he wouldn't blame them for). Although, with the war, that would've been quite hard to do. He had built quite a reputation for himself: traitor, hermit, asocial forge monkey, ex quest member, ex first cohort, captured by the government... there were probably more that he just couldn't think of. And now he wished that none of it had ever happened.  "And you are?" COMMENTARIUM: hahahahahaha yessssssss VERBA: 511

[Deleted]

Furor was beside herself. In a good way! She loved tormenting people and Terminus just happened to be, well, simply too easy. After all, his lack of ability to fight back any way but calling her rude names was like using her gifts on a rabid raccoon. Just came too easy. All the same, taunting was fun. And now company! My oh my, this was her day, now wasn’t it? She was giddy with excitement. A traitor! How gloriously beautiful! And not just any traitor, but a double traitor! Oh heavens yes, she knew about him. She’d followed him a few times, hidden away. That one time a runt demigod at Saturn’s camp up and attacked him? Yep, she’d done that. Call it a test, call it a game. She just wanted to see what little Eddie would do. What a fun toy he was! And here he was, right before her.

She at least gave him a moment of regular human interaction, which was a lot for her sometimes. Let him think she was just an oddly dressed, unusual lady walking about the camp until BOOM surprise! Okay, so she couldn’t keep up the act that long. Basically as soon as he asked who she was, she exploded. Or, you know, she might as well have. Outwardly. She strode energetically over to him and seized his hand whether he liked it or not and shook it in both of hers, also energetically. Which she was pretty positive he loathed, but that was all the more reason to do it. Besides… madness? Came with the territory. A strand of hair flipped into her face, but she didn’t bother to brush it away, seeing as both her hands were busy making sure this little boy could not get away- ahem, what was that? “Why I’m Furor, dear! Goddess, if you didn’t notice. Only the best! We’ve met, just not directly. I like to go unseen. Let me tell you, you had some seriously terrible twos, young man! Loved it! Brilliant work with crayons too.” Finally she let go of her iron grip on his hand and beamed like Christmas morning. Sure, this boy probably didn’t know her, but she was beyond caring about that. She wasn’t fading, was she? People still went into fits throughout their lives. People still shot up school children. Obviously, she still had a place in this world.

Words: 401
Tag: edmundsimons
Notes: O.O I didn’t know she could get that dark. I almost censored the last part, but… I’M SORRY I DO NOT AGREE WITH FUROR, OKAY???

[Deleted]

if the monster always dies at the end of the book why am i still a l i v e  ? Edmund shouldn't have been surprised that he didn't know the goddess before him. The Roman pantheon had hundreds of minor gods. Besides, he didn't care enough about the gods to learn about each and every one of them. The Legion was actually lucky that Ed managed to retain the main ones. The lessons of the immortals slipped his mind, going into the vast void of info dump that he had constructed. Frequent enough minor gods that had made his life miserable he'd remember. You don't easily forget immortals that screwed up you or your life. But this particular immortal had either never come up to him before or had bee lurking in the shadows. He could easily take her as a "lurk in the shadows" type. She looked sketchy enough. Funnily enough, the first thing he thought of was himself before everything happened, namely leaving for Orthys and everything after that. He had been reckless and sometimes out of control... although that could make some sense with Discord blood pumping through his veins. Still, there was just something off about her... nothing that he could put his finger on at the moment, but something about her definitely felt familiar, and not in the good way. Who was to say that she wasn't another one of those immortals who had followed him around until birth, just waiting for him to snap and shatter beyond repair? He eyed her warily, acutely aware of the personal space bubble starting to become more and more violated. Most people and immortals wanted to give him an earful about being a traitor, a disgrace, a good for nothing monster that should have died a long time ago. Even though she said she wouldn't, he was still expecting it. It wasn't like he had never gotten lied to before.  Yup, there went the personal bubble. As opposed to trying to shove her away as he would have tried before, Ed froze himself and did his best not to flinch away. Getting better didn't mean he was all the way there yet. As of now, he was pretty sure he never 100% go back to himself. Okay.. Furor. Aha, called it... she had been watching in the shadows. "Oh, great," Ed muttered, a tinge of sarcasm coloring his voice. He broke away from her as soon as she dropped his hand, taking a step back. "Thanks for that brief snapshot into my life," he commented dryly, rolling his eyes a bit. A snap shot he didn't remember, and probably never would, but... at the same time, Furor knowing about it almost felt nice. He paused his thoughts. Ew. Did he really just think that? No, no... he meant... in a really weird, stalkish way. Just... at least someone else could tell him what he had been like as a child? Ugh, no that sounded even creepier.  At this point, she could really be goddess of anything. Okay, maybe not anything. Ed was leaning towards the darker aspects of life. Erraticism maybe? Eh, why not ask? Better to learn verbally than her using her powers on him. "Domain?" COMMENTARIES: It's okay! I disagree with ed all the time VERBA: 541