Ugh \\ Remus

[Deleted]

Nora glared at the ground, her mouth set in a frown. Yes, she was pouting, almost crying, and being a baby about it, but her small frame and emotional capability had hit its limit: going around this obstacle course was impossible! ....no, it wasn't. Other people did it, so why couldn't she? She knew she shouldn't be crying: good Roman soldiers didn't cry. At least, that's what usually got told around here. Everyone was so mean and intimidating and wanted her to do things she didn't even have the coordination for! Which brought her back to this death course. Should she have tried it? Probably not... but other kids her age were trying it and would do a little better than she did. She didn't factor in that some may've been here longer or had more training. Would it get better in time and after she built some muscle and got a lot of experience? Probably. But right now, she wasn't thinking about that. Right now, all she was thinking was about how people probably thought she sucked and couldn't do anything right.

She fumbled with the fringe of her shirt and kicked her legs outwards, watching as a couple of bruises took form. All she wanted to do was go home right now. She missed her bed and the way her mom's grandfather clock would chime and how her neighbor's dog would always bark at the mailman. But that wouldn't happen for another ten years. That's what the strict lady said. Ten years was a long time. She'd be twenty when she got out of here. Would her parents even recognize her afterwards? What if they forgot about her and just got another child? No, no... bad thought... Nora took a sip of her water and rubbed her face with the side of her shirt, wondering if she should even attempt to run in again.

OOC: here have an upset child. have fun.
IC: 316

[Deleted]

How did I not see this? I'll reply asap!!!

[Deleted]

Remus watched the high noon sun illuminate the young girl. She reminded him of himself a lot when he was her age. Nora, right? She’d been to the princinpia not that long ago on her intro to the camp. She seemed so kind and innocent. Like Lyn had been. No, days did not go by he didn’t think of her. Leaving him without a goodbye. A sigh escaped his lips. He still hadn’t forgiven that little girl. Sure she was young and naïve, but surely she’d known what she had meant to him. Oh well.

This was, in some regards, his second chance. He saw Lyn in this girl. Except not entirely. Nora was a spitfire. She was alive. Remus adored it about her. He wanted part of her passion for life, for his own. So he approached. “Nora Reyes.” She was such a tiny little thing. One would almost call her cute if that wasn’t so horribly unRoman. Like a fluffy poodle with that hair. That brought a smile to his face. His uncle had had a poodle growing up. Gus. Funny little dog. Remus had first learned to like dogs with Gus. Now he had Aurum and Argentum constantly. And he had every plan of getting another when he retired, if that ever happened. They were good dogs, er automatons. Dogs. He sat on the edge of one of the beams in the less used parts. “Come sit with me, Nora. Let’s talk.”

Words: 250
Tag: @norareyes
Notes: Sorry it's so short! And late!

[Deleted]

Nora wondered how dangerous it would be to stay here. Of course she'd expect to get the cuts and bruises of training, but even in the short amount of time she had been here, she had heard so many stories. There were so many brave people here! Oh, how she wanted to be brave... but at the same time, it seemed as if the only way one could be brave here was by doing some heroic act, and that usually included something dangerous. Something like a war or a quest. When Nora first came, there had been people run down from war and an apparent government scuttle. Some days, she seemed like the only spit fire around. A lot of people would toss and turn in their bunks, shy away at loud bangs, get either really explosive or really withdrawn. Post-war people were confusing; she wondered if she'd ever become like that.

Sniffing slightly, Nora put her head up, trying to find the motivation to try again. Maybe she could do it again and get a little farther. Instead, she swung her legs again and made a few dandelions sprout up in front of her. That made her smile a little. She always liked helping and growing flowers in her family's house. The hanging basket had been her favorite... Watching it sway in the wind with the wind chimes... She didn't even notice the older male until he spoke up near her. Her eyes popped slightly as she turned her head and saw Remus. "M-Morning, Praetor Stone," she squeaked. She blinked as he sat down. "Okay," she said softly, hopping up on the beam next to him and suddenly realizing how very small she was. "Did, did I do something wrong?" she asked, tilting her slightly.

OOC: Haha you're all good!
IC: 295

[Deleted]

Remus paid close attention as he approached. Nora was obviously having a bad time and, tough though he tried to be, he kind of just wanted to comfort her however he could. She didn’t respond to her name, which somewhere in the back of his Roman mind screamed something about being unaware and not fit for battle and in desperate need of proper training. He hushed that part. There was a little girl here who needed his help. Though the way she minorly freaked out when she saw who it was who had come to visit her… okay, that was kind of comical. “I suppose you have another fifteen minutes to say that before it’s officially lunch time.” He was trying to be light, crack a little joke even. “But good morning to you too. And you can call me Remus.” He kept his gaze on her as she hopped up to sit next to him. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, that bruise there speaks for itself, but I happen to disagree with it. It’s not a mark of shame. It’s a mark of progress. Trust me, when I was your age, I had a million of them. But that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here because I happened to see a young lady in distress and I’d be no man if I didn’t come to her aide. So talk to me. What makes Nora, Nora? Because all I’m seeing right now is you trying to fit into a mold that isn’t you. So I think it’s time we tried to find the right mold to start you in, hmm?” Okay, so he talked a lot… He was actually a little nervous though. What if Nora ended up not even liking him? And, more importantly, why did he care this much if she didn’t?

Words: 308
Tag: @norareyes
Notes: He officially talks too much.

[Deleted]

Nora wondered how they did it: training. All the advanced stuff... No, no, they're older. They've been here longer, they have more muscles. Still, that day couldn't come fast enough for Nora. She felt so weak in here. Others swung through it with ease, while she was sitting down and barely able to stop herself from crying out of frustration. She wondered how long Praetor Stone had to train before he could become leader. Probably a long time. Did people like it here that much that they decided to stay after ten years and lead? She couldn't imagine leading a place like this... it was too big and too fraught with danger. Okay, maybe not in her days, but she had heard other people talking about what had happened before. Wars and captures. She really hoped it didn't happen while she was here. Not that the Legion could even start to promise something like that, but all she wanted to do was get in and then get out. The ten-year-old frowned slightly. That would be a bad way of thinking about it. Kind of like when there was a long day of school. If you kept thinking about it, it would never end.

Her mouth twitched into a slight smile at the lightness of his voice. Lunch? That late in the morning already? How long had she been out here trying? Did anyone else in her cohort think that she was weak and just making a fool of herself? Sure, there were others her age, but some of them had been ranked higher up. Third, second, and first cohort. She wondered how the cohorts were picked... did their time with Lupa have anything to do with it? Probably... maybe? The way they ran this place was a mystery to her. She tilted her head slightly. "Okay..." she agreed, a bit suspiciously. Calling someone much older than her and a leader by their first name? It sounded a bit odd to her... like if she called Ms. Wittmann "Jacqueline". His talk did make her feel a bit better. At least it made him a bit more human to her, to know that everyone, even the Praetor, had had difficulty at first too. She thought about moment about the next question. What did she like to do before coming here? "I like taking care of plants and going on adventures!" she said, starting to smile a bit. "I would draw with my mom and tried doing makeup."

OOC: I'm so sorry T_T
IC: 420