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there are some things you just don't f o r g e t Edmund hadn't wood carved in a really long time. By a really long time, he meant exactly two years. Yes, he did keep specific track of that time frame. Would you forget the day you decided to betray everyone and everything you had known for seven years? No, he still remembered the date, just as he did for any other big event in his life: January 25, the day he took up Trivia's offer and left to go to Saturn. He had given Trivia most of his wood carvings that day, she said she had given them to a children's center or some other, but Ed never followed up. He didn't want to. He had given up much more than just his carvings that day. He gave up wood carving, the legion, his family, and arguably his sanity. Everything went down hill after that: Remus, Jason, and Josh got captured, another war happened, more people died, and the government snatched a lot of them. Most of them were left with mental and physical scars, some which seemed to never heal or disappear. Mostly because they kept getting torn open. He wondered how half of them were still alive and breathing. He knew that sometimes he didn't even want to get up or move, but he knew he had to... because deep down, he was still a Roman soldier, even though he carried the label of a traitor. It just wasn't a thing you stopped being, especially when they started you so young. He didn't know why, so suddenly, he had wanted to start doing this again. But a part of him missed it. Before the fire, before metal and the Legion, before his life just crashed around him, he had wood carving. He thought he had given it up for good that day... but now... he just felt like doing it again. The nineteen year old stared at the block of wood at the wood carving knife in his hand. Even though he had stopped carving, he had kept all his tools, carefully tucked away in one of Cinny's compartments and then on his desk in his room at the Rogers's house. Like old times, he gave the wood block a light flip. It felt so right yet at the same time, so wrong in his hands. A faint scar on one of his fingertips marked one of the first and only times Edmund had ever accidentally cut himself. A couple of days before going to Saturn. Plane... make a plane, his mind prodded him. You remember how... don't you? Then, for the first time in over a year and five months, Edmund started to slowly chip away at the block of wood. COMMENTARIUM: lol i kinda missed him wood carving so. also new threads for both charas. yay? nay? idk. VERBA: 458

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Rhiannon had finally made it back to her home. Something like a normal life had been repaired, just as she was able to mend the ties broken by her death. Despite all that she felt changed. Nothing fixed itself back up perfectly, and though she wasn't sure if the small rift was real or imagined it still felt off. The way she saw the world just felt different. Floating on the winds she had no way to compare her old self to this strange Nymph version, but now she could see the toll it took on her. Annoying people seemed to not bother her as much as they used to. She'd laugh more instead of suppressing the urge, she couldn't even remember why she would stop herself from laughing before.

The contempt for people seemed to have died off as well. Perhaps for the good, but it still unsettled her. She wasn't the same as when she had left. What did Josh think of it? What did Ed? Anyone who was close to her. Was there really anyone else she had let get to know her well enough? Maybe not.

"What's this? A recluse out in broad day light?" She said as she walked over to a brown mop of hair she recognized so well. A smirk on her face, and a hint of playful insult on her voice. "The world must be about to end." Her feet barely left any kind of imprint on the ground. She could hold herself in place, but there was no weight to her. Sometime she would learn to be a gust of wind, instead of a gentle breeze.

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a f a d i n g no one Edmund stared at the plane forming in his hands, unconsciously running his thumb over his scar. No, no, he knew how to do this; it was just like riding a bicycle; you never really forgot, especially after making them for ten years straight. Ten years straight, two year gap, and now this.... Probably a regression. Back to happier times. The time before the entire Saturn mess started. He for a second; almost immediately, his hand started to twitch slightly. He exhaled in frustration, putting his his hand on the ground and ten putting pressure on it. Instead, his fingers started drumming the grass underneath them. No, no, no...  reprimanded his hyperactive fingers. He forced his mind back to his task at hand. Carve. His hand wouldn't be allowed to shake then. Not that this didn't require concentration, it did. But since he had done it so much, he didn't need to think as hard as he would  have if he was learning something new. He should probably pick up a new hobby that really required his full concentration at times like these. Maybe embroidery or something like that... because while his mind was allowed some wiggle room (no matter how slight), it would run wild. This was just the natural order of things....  It's been like this since we've known each other... I’ve left camp Ed. You won’t see me for awhile. I've left camp. You won't see me for a while. NOOOO! FELICITY!!! ..... no... Missing: Edmund Simons, last seen in New Rome (is also a flight risk, so it could just be nothing) Missing: Felicity Weingarten Felicity, come back. We can fix this. ..... I really should've expected this. Still, it unnerved him. Made him near frantic with worry (which of course came off as obnoxious sarcasm and anger). She always came back, but there was that one chance that this time... she wouldn't or she didn't. Lost in thought, Edmund didn't realize he had company until she spoke: Rhia. She had come back. Felicity had left. Damn it, this is not a trade! The new new normal. After the new normal which had been her death. His mind still couldn't quite wrap around the idea that she was back. Was he happy about it? Duh. But still, it was almost a wary feeling. Almost like she could be whisked away from them at any moment... Which she technically could, if a strong enough wind passed through. He allowed a smirk to slip onto his face. "There've been multiple times that's almost happened. I guess I've just gotten desensitized to it." VERBA: 433

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Edmund was an idiot. Let's just be honest, why else would he have so many idiot friends? Though that probably could be applied to Rhiannon as well, which it definitely did apply. Part of her had slightly believed that Saturn might not be so bad. She wouldn't go so far as to say she trusted him, but trust was a whole different matter. Her trust was difficult to gain and to loose, unless torture was involved. Then loosing her trust was kind of a side effect. When Josh came back he was paranoid too. Gone for so long in that government facility, by himself and tortured. No one had gone for him. Rhiannon took it upon herself to find the remaining parts of that government experiment and eradicate it. A little for revenge. A little to make sure it didn't happen to her son. Then she ended up getting herself killed, basically because she was alone and chose not to let anyone help her. Again.

“I...remember before the war, you always had a piece of wood in your hands. I never thought about it before, but I haven’t seen you make little wood things since them. Whittle or whatever. Actually…. You didn't do it at Orthys….” Rhiannon took a seat beside him, on the non-dominant side to make sure she wasn't in his elbow room. Not that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, but you never know. “At least I think I that was you with planes and stuff. All you idiots look the same to me.” It wasn't true at all, all joking aside Rhiannon could always pick her friends out of a crowd. The way they walked. The way they held themselves. The general shape they had. It all kind of meshed together so she could figure it out without thinking. Though before Josh invited Edmund into the house they weren't exactly friends. So perhaps it was someone else.

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what in the world is s a n i t y ? Edmund's thinking had been so messed up back them. Heck, it still was, forget "had been". How many stupid choices had he made since joining Saturn? Ha...ahahaha. So many. Although, at the time, it did look like his only option for accomplishing what he wanted. And that had been him, back then: totally selfish and in it for what he wanted. And what he had wanted... was to keep the people he actually tolerated safe. The only way he knew how to do that was to dismantle the threat from the inside and push everyone hundreds of yards away from him. To an extent, he succeeded in one of the most round about, unorthodox, hardest ways possible. It had worked magnificently with Lyn. He just never had the heart to tell anyone to what extent he had taken it because... well, he had sort of gotten addicted to being hated.  "Yeah.... used to do it all the time. Then I stopped right before I came to Orthys." His mouth twitched into a slight smirk, although he found none of this in the slightest bit amusing. "I gave all of my carvings to Trivia and then... well, I suppose you could call that my offering. The one time I did it in my life. I gave them to her, and then I ditched Camp." He titled his head slightly, thinking. Two years ago... "A life time ago," he muttered, looking over to where she sat beside him. Too much had happened since then to even consider it fully. An entire war. Snapped ties. Lyn left. Felicity died and came back. Edmund moved back in with the Rogers. Rhia had Art. Josh got captured, tortured, and returned. A handful of them got captured, tortured, and returned. Felicity left for a bit and came back. Rhia died and came back. Felicity got married and left. There were probably other things that had happened too, but those were the hodgepodge of events that stuck in his mind. "That could be an interesting philosophical question," he said in a tease. "Oh, gee. I feel quite distinguished. Idiot." He wondered their idiocy had rubbed off on each other while living together. It probably was contagious to an extent. Of course, they were all idiots in their own right, but put them all in the same house and... well, what else was one to expect but a mess of recklessness who showed their affection by calling each other idiots? Yeah... that could very much well be a description for his (somewhat hypocritical) relationship with Felicity, Josh, and Rhia. VERBA: 440ish

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Rhiannon hugged him, pointy knife not dissuading her action at all. Though it was more around his shoulders, and she refused to let him dodge the hug. He just looked like he needed one. That small smirk on his face was the biggest give away, the cover of whatever emotions he was trying to cover up. She didn't know why carving planes was important to him, but it seemed like it had been something to him. Then of course a literal life ago for her, he muttered the phrase under his breath. Like it was something he wasn't meaning to say, just that it was there. Edmund was a brother-in-law (adopted) and something else altogether. Something else to her. Not like a brother, at least she guessed it wasn't like that. He was family though, she knew that much.

Wasn't that how they usually did things? Disney finally wrote a song about it. Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show. Bah. This is what family and friends are for, and she really would like to not go insane again. Now that everything about her physically had been reset, she could see parts of what had been wrong. Sure the memories and the thoughts where still there sometimes, but now that the chemicals in her brain where correct the world seemed different. She felt different. Now, for what seemed like the first time in eternity, she could think like herself. Be herself, not whatever the imbalance made her.

"Oh trust me, you are a very accomplished idiot. I don't think anyone could have done as many dumb things in a life time as you. Well…. Maybe. We'll have to get a council together. Tonight at dinner." The new nymph spoke in a faux pompous accent, not too unlike those on the actual counsel she supposed. At least that's what it seemed like to her, the blah blah blah that they liked to talk without getting anything done. So people like her, Edmund, and Joshua would try to take things into their own hands.

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concel don't f e e l  Ed wasn't the touchy-feely-huggy sort. Rhia was just lucky that she was one of the exceptions to that rule. And that he actually felt like he wanted a hug. Besides, even if he didn't want one, her grip gave a "no getting out of this one" vibe. Besides, it wasn't that he had any negative feelings towards hugs, it was more that they just weren't that acceptable as he was both a male and a Legion soldier. Physical affection really wans't a thing in his world after entering the Legion. Afterwards though, in New Rome, it became a different story. He would have hoped that they were all decently in tune with each other after living together. When they needed a hug, when they were doing that Roman thing and hiding emotions with smirks and obnoxious anger or sarcasam, when they were five seconds from flipping out and going into a mini crisis. They had been through almost all of it together... He relaxed a bit at her touch and then tilted his head to the side to try to see her properly. Ther was something subtly different about nymph Rhia. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but it was something... He wondered if she could feel it (Okay, Ed don't be an idiot; it's her mind and body, duh).He wondered if maybe Josh had noticed it. Or Art. Babies were perceptive. More perceptive than anyone probably gave them credit for. Kids remembered things, saw things, understood things. Sometimes in simpler and idealistic ways, but the capacity to understand and discern was still there. Even if she was different and a nymph, she was still his idiotic Rhiannon. Some things changed, and some things didn't. He was pretty sure that hadn't changed. Heck, she had just hugged him. How much more idiotic could someone get? "Idiocracy 200. The only school course I'd pass with flying colors." A small smile appeared on his face, followed by a slight laugh. "A council of idiots... That should go well. Shall I get a head start on my list?" he teased. "Oh, good. Comforts of home. I don't think Stone would approve of it happening in the Senate." COMMENTARIUM: LET THE STORM RAGE ONNNNN (the cold never bothered me anyway) VERBA: 366

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It was strange, despite the fact she grew up without hugs she liked them a lot. They seemed important to her, some how. The legion wasn't exactly the warm cuddly type of place, and though she only remembered bits and pieces from before then, she knew hugs where not a regular thing. It was more likely if you were going to get physical it was a fight. Fists. Shields. Elbows. Swords. Sometimes the occasional power that was fire or ice, something that hurt. Then feelings where a guess at best, since some people had an aura that made you feel a certain way. Even if they weren't trying you might be angry, or sad, or overly rebellious. It was a wonder people thought they could find themselves in this place, or that some people actually did. People that found others, despite everything going against them. Friends, family, and enemies. All of it mattered, and every action you could make for yourself without someone else manipulating you, or threatening you was it's own reward.

"The courses purpose would be to teach you how to not be stupid, but no one ever reads the syllabus until they need to know when the tests are." Rhiannon leaned back on her arms, locking her elbows in a way the legion had told them not to lock their anything. Cuts off blood flow they say, and especially if you lock your knees. "You think? I bet he'd just love it. You know how much he likes idiots being there, though more in the middle than on the counsel."

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my name is olaf and  i like warm h u g s  (at least, I used to) Edmund had liked hugs before the Legion. Hugs from his mother, father, and sister. They represented comfort and love. The two things that the Legion steryotypically stripped out of living for the time they wer serving. Sure, they'd pop up here and there, but with question marks ringed around it, as if those on the reciving end didn't know to recieve it and the ones giving it didn't really know how to give it. At least, that's what it was like for him. Before, he didn't know how to show any sort of softer emotion. Now, he could show them; sometimes with a little bit of difficulty, but it was the journey towards it. He was trying. He was learning. Hugs and being nice. Baby steps. He still had trouble accepting them, but he was getting better...slowly. Being a soldier and then a traitor had made him question even more if he should accept it. Gods knew he anything but deserved it. Softness and kindness when he had shown none in turn? What kind of people were these? Idiots, of course... For him, hugging or resting his head on someone's shoulder would probably be the crowning moment of him showing that he liked or cared about someone. The latter hadn't happened yet, but he had given hugs to a few people. It had felt nice... safe, if only for a few moments. They were usually reserved between him and Felicity upon reunions, but maybe he'd just do one randomly... one day. "But of course. Besides, did you ever wager a guess to my success rate at school?" he asked, a grin slipping across his face. Okay, he had been meh-ish. Not failing out, but not really on the honor roll either. At least, that had been when his family had been alive. Take the Simons out of the equation and well... the former kinda happened. "I mean, I think we're all a bit too stubborn to be taught how to turn back on our ways of stupidity," he jabbed. He set his exacto knife and block of wood down before flopping his lower body down and laying down beside Rhia. "It'd be a great surprise for his Birthday," he said with a smirk. "A bit of a role reversal. Let him take off for the day." VERBA: ~390

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Pink lips pulled back to show pearly white teeth, the colors only slightly brighter than before her transformation. "Principles list Right? Straight A's model student?" No way in Pluto did Edmund sit still and study quietly as a child. For one he was a demigod with the whole bad at school package. Two he was Edmund, and that's a whole bag of cats by itself.

"I'm pretty sure in most circles playing with real swords at eight is stupid. So, it might be hereditary. Or psycologically osmosis'd via stupid surroundings." Rhiannon didn't have a very good opinion of the Legion, and that was very apperently in her tone. They were basically the military, and people where throwing riots over armed child armies in other countries. Not New Rome though, they called it self defense.

Most humans could get away without learning much in the way of self defence, though the small abused daughter of Trivia turned Nymph advocated for self defense. Everyone should learn it. Joining a small but elite military group was not that. It worried her. Now that she was a mother herself, it was something that crossed her mind every time she saw a child training. Not just a little hand to hand, but with real swords. Childeren with the responsibility of the world on thier shoulders, gods and titans ready to call on them for war. It wasn't right. There where adults. Hell, there were gods.

This was the honest reason for her going to Saturn. She couldn't fall into that thinking again. New Rome was a good place, it just needed some changes. Most of them would shake the very foundation of what it was build, but at least you wouldn't have to see small pyres of 10 year olds anymore.

"He'd love it. Ten out of ten birthday experiance."

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a kingdom of i s o l a t i o n  and it looks like i'm the king "Oh, how'd you guess? Principal's, Triple C Award, the entire package!" Edmund laughed. Perhaps for some demigods that was the case. Definetly not for him. He'd get Bs, B+ if he was lucky. He tried, he really had (at least when his parents and Meg were alive), but always moving, his dysexia and ADHD got to him most of the time. If the teachers had used Latin and had him move around to associate things... that, that would have been much better. Edmund didn't mind learning; he just couldn't sit and do it for extended periods of time. There was a reason why he remembered a lot of the school trips and not so much the school lessons that came afterwards. He looked at Rhia, a slight smile across his face as well. It was nice to see her happy... Rather, to see her at all. It seemed as if a particular weight had lifted off of her, which was good. It was always somewhat sad to see everyone so young and so burdened. Then again, he was posterchild; the least he could do was hope that it wouldn't happen in the next generation. "Doubt that ever happens in ah... what's it called? 'Normal life'." He smirked. "Stupidity by osmosis? I like it. I will buy into that theory. I mean, how else can you justify everyone's idiocracy?" Well, he was idiot coming into the Legion, so he was a different case. But there were other people who were completely fine... and then they came to the Legion: got fitted to a sword, got trained up, fought in a war or two, maybe got captured and tortured... No wonder they came out meat ground at the other end. Edmund wasn't sure he had enough attachment to be affected by the wars and his capture. Physically, sure... but it was more the mental strain that came with that and various close family members disappearing on him that would actually do a number on him. "Next time I call that we coerce the gods into fighting their own battles," he grumbled. How had his last war ended? Like it was supposed to be. The Big Three striking Saturn down. If one really had to think about it, there had been no need to even get the demigods involved. Meaningless, stupid bloodshed... "How much more Blasphemy, Non Traditional Practices, Structre Reorganization, and Unrest Can the Rogers-Simons Household spread in 24 hours... Challenge Accepted." VERBA: 411

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Rhiannon had never heard of a Triple C award, but if she had to hazard a guess it'd be a school award to nice and good people. Or something. "What can I say, I know good people when I see them" she said with a tad bit of snark and irony to her voice. Of course she had also liked Saturn at one point, thinking he'd bring about something good. It also happened to be she hung out with people like Edmund, and Joshua. Both hardheaded 'good' people in her book, but that was a heavily disputed idea. Most notably by the persons themselves. Though now she felt she could see clearly again. As clear as a nymph with magical brain chemicals, or fluff because no one had ever cut open a nymphs head from her understanding. Apparently it was frowned upon, cutting open living creatures heads, but they turned into something else entirely when they died. Honestly for all of the information she had her skull could be filled with helium. It might explain a few things.

At his comment Rhiannon snorted as she tried to stifle the laughter, it might not seem that funny just by the words however it matched the Little Mermaid just enough to bring up an idea. Edmund the grumpy mermaid. Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? As he gestured around his room at the contraptions he put together. With that in her mind she completely lost control of her gravity and began floating, turning in mid air as she laughed. She didn't even get to hear whatever he said after 'what's it called? Normal Life?'

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you say my psychosis is complete?" De-railed. Like any demigod Rhiannon did have ADHD, and while she was probably better than most in keeping it at bay there were times she got side tracked. "Oh my goodness. Sorry. You started ti honestly." Coughing a bit to get herself back under control, a soft gust or two to reorient herself, and Rhiannon could flop back on the ground with Edmund. "We could fit so much blasphemy into the day. Put it to Disney songs. Maybe get the kids singing it too. Stone would love it. We'd be his favorites again." by favorites she meant favorite to punch in the face, obviously.

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but who c a r e s no big deal. I want m o r e  "Got all of them under one roof," he said with a hollow laugh. Of course, it wasn't merely as black and white as he thought, but for the running gag, it could be. Sure, the Rogers-Simons household wasn't a pristine example of "good" people, but they were still around: kicking and trying. Besides, his sense of what was "good" had gotten a bit muddled by all the time he had spent in the Legion and all the trials and tribulations he had gone through both as a soldier, traitor, and civilian. No, things rarely stayed neat and tidy in a box. Things liked to break out and ooze grey ambiguity everywhere. Things liked to meet in the small space: the middle ground between black and white. The small space that occupied an infinite expanse, stretching as far as time and space itself. He certainly wouldn't consider himself a "good" person in a sane sense. Actually, no New Rome citizen in their right mind would tag him as "good". Perhaps if they trusted him enough to mend their child's toy without destroying it once again or buying them a new one. He did do that pro bono. It was one of the only things he could do to keep his mind occupied during the long days and nights. Suddenly, Rhia was laughing. Not just a smile and one-time snicker. But full out laughing. "What'd I say?" he asked, a grin slipping onto his face. What could he say, laughter from his adopted family was somewhat contagious. And then he started laughing as well. "The Little Mermaid?" The movie title came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Really? What I said made you think of The Little Mermaid?" Hey, he had to watch those movies with Meg. And Disney songs didn't leave your head willingly. Surprised that he still remembered it years later? Oh yes. Was he at all surprised? No, not really. For shame... although, he did get Frozen references as well... Eh. What the hell was pride anyway? "Wouldn't you think I'm the guy. The guy that has everything?" He might as well play along. Hearing Rhia laugh was nice... hearing anyone close to him laugh was. Goodness knows they had enough of screaming, crying, and moping. "I got gadgets and gizmos aplenty. I got hoozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I got a lifetime supply-" and then he started laughing too hard to continue his mediocre attempt at sing song. Ed tried taking a few breaths to get his composure back, but it kept slipping."Have the kids parade around with Disney villian and princess songs. Sure to put us on the top teaching tier," he scoffed. COMMENTARIUM: wow this is so late -- i sorry VERBA: 452

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That was fantastic, Edmund went full blown Disney with it. He didn't have anywhere near a decent singing voice, but it still made her laugh. Perhaps even harder because, gods almighty this was EDMUND. The sour faced kid in the forge. Angst was written deep in the lines of his forehead. He didn't have laugh lines on his face, he'd probably have frown lines when he got old and grey. That Edmund was here with her, singing Little Mermaid. He knew the words too, and she hazarded a guess it wasn't just from the time she made sure to show Arthur that strange silly movie. All of the Disney movies, and Pixar too. They all had childhoods before the legion, and while they didn't often talk about them it leaked out into their present lives. Rhiannon had always been someone who believed the past didn't matter, it was only the present and the future. However as she grew older she was starting to understand, the past did matter. Not because you should roll around in it, but because it helped shape everyone. For good or bad. It was okay to wish things happened differently, or didn't happen at all. It was okay to feel regret.

"If only we could edit those praetor dogs. Every time they're around little kids it starts playing 'Let it Go'. We'd be hated for all new reasons." It felt like a running joke now. People in New Rome hated them, though some had forgotten about the whole war and traitors and everything already. Going back to the same annoying habits they had before the war, which in some cases was still hating those in the Rogers-Simons house. Honestly they had no reason to like them. Josh was a thief and in fifth cohort, even if they'd gotten the cohort into better shape there was a stigma. Especially with the older ones. Fourth Cohort seemed to be taking the new spot though, considering many of those who turned traitor were in fourth. Whoops.

Laughter was good, they needed laughter. To be able to make fun of the horrible things, and even better to have fun with the happy things. They needed it to keep any semblance of sane. "Hey we'd make great teachers, get the kids thinking for themselves, questioning the order of things." Rhiannon turned to her accomplice with a grin "They might be a little rebellious though. Just a little."

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but who cares? no big deal  i want more Most of the time, Edmund didn't like to admit to himself that he was having fun or enjoying something, because that made it all the harder when Legion and Immortal life decided to crash the party. Post-War, he had gone into a state of almost indifference, allowing nothing to get him happy or excited, since, well, why? It was just going to get torn away. If he admitted that he was allowed to feel happy, then he'd feel guilty since someone like him had no right to be happy. He supposed he ought to let that go... eventually. It had been years... and there was nothing he could do to change what had happened. Lyn and Felicity probably wouldn't have wanted him to waste away his life being angry at himself... no one who loved him, dead or alive, would want that. And he only knew that since he didn't wish that on anyone he loved. Edmund gave a smirk. "Not a bad idea. I'll have to keep that in mind for April Fools Day..." He had programmed Cinny to respond to Blues Clue's Mail Time and MB to respond with different songs according to trigger words, so why wouldn't he be able to do something similar to the dogs? "Burn the Principia v2. I'll try not to get my arm broke though." Just another thing to add to his impressive CV of infamy. Another thing they could add to their list as the Rogers-Simons household. "Remember that house of traitors?" he asked, making his voice a bit higher to mimic a random New Rome citizen. "Now they've done something way worse... Programmed ear worms into those praetor dogs! How are the children ever going to take their training seriously!?" True, the Legion did relax a little bit after the war, so maybe some of the kids did have the impression that it was relaxed most of the time. In it's very rare defense, how couldn't it? Everyone was recovering and rebuilding. Some people lost everything. No wonder everyone hated them. But rest time was long over. The Legion was back in full swing. Maybe having the dogs spewing Disney would bring the kids back to those relaxed times. Edmund laughed. "Maybe, just a little... I don't think tenure would be a realistic expectation, do you?" VERBA: 387