i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife // open

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everyone started out a little i n s a n e - but we learned pretty quick how to fake it for the game - open • 508 • bby Aurora had left her weapons back at Camp jupiter, seeing as they were not allowed into the city. Even though she could technically use nearly all weapons with decent proficiency, Aurora wasn’t all too fond of using weapons that were not her own. They didn’t all feel right, in a way. Not the same balance and technique used by her own sword. Her sword was nothing special, just a thin sword of Imperial Gold. It was similar to the basic gladius, but the blade was thinner, less wide than the typical Roman counterpart. Aurora opted for this weapon because it allowed her a more precise and quick strike. No matter how strong your enemy was, even milliseconds mattered on the battlefield. A millisecond could be the difference between a wound and a block, a kill or not. Aurora’s eyes were always open for that kind of deceptive trick, to false her out to get a strike in. Her eyes followed the blade at all times, nothing ever left her sight. Aurora’s hands settled on the handle of her blade, holding it lightly in the grasp of her palm and fingers wrapped around the end. No, it felt the same, just as it always had done, even if she was perhaps a tad rusty with her swordsmanship. Being in the mortal world didn’t offer nearly as many opportunities for training, though she did set herself up a mock-arena in the many acres of property that she and her family resided on. The mansion, although large, was not nearly as spacious as the piece of land it was built on. There was more than enough room for Aurora to set herself up a room to train and brush up on anything she learned with her ten years in the legion. Though the opportunities to train were few and far between. The simple answer was that Aurora hadn’t had nearly as much free time as she would have wished for. Her life in Sweden was busy, going between events too organization to typing up documents. A lot of work that drained the life and spare time from the Swedish demigod. Being back in Rome was refreshing, and definitely a change of life from her home nation. When she was 10 years old and came to the Wolf House, her English skills were barely workable. She didn’t really communicate much, and she was okay with that. Aurora was always a homebody, even if she did occasionally have to play a pleasant face for a crowd or prospective investor. It certainly lacked it’s shine it had taken over the years Aurora kept it in perfect condition, she had even brought it with her to Sweden, while she was there. Though, when she was in the city, her weapons were not used, and it was definitely a change of lifestyle compared to the security that having her weapons around brought. Aurora took a lance around, before she began to sharpen her blade in the armory, not paying much attention or mind to her surroundings. hachi

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Such a fun-filled place. Camp Jupiter. Like every place, this was a place where decisions were constantly made. Only here, they usually were life and death. Or at least heavy injury. Ah, he loved it. Plus, these were his homies. Romans were his crew. He was one of the few gods that didn’t have a Greek form because he was purely Roman. Frankly, he thought that made him better. He still pestered the Greeks, of course. He pestered everyone. Even the Norse didn’t stand a chance, or Asia where they played by a totally different set of rules. Those gods were crazy! He loved it there. He loved it everywhere but Antarctica because penguins didn’t have to make a whole lot of decisions and there were so few visitors and scientists were dry.

So he wandered in his two-face glory, unseen that is, around Camp Jupiter, sneaking peaks here and there at the Field of Mars – should be called the Field of Janus – and the mess hall – Hall of Janus – and the barracks – Bed Places – and finally, the armory – Place That Ought To Be Dedicated To Janus. And low and behold, there was someone here. She was blonde in the extreme and sharpening an evil looking sword that made Janus second guess naming this building after himself. He undid the Mist around him so he was visible in all his double faced goodness and watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Seeing as that was the best he could do without going to Mist-induced one face-ness. Boring! He didn’t bother doing that for many. He pulled the silver key from his pocket and twirled it between his fingers. He hated idle hands, so he simply never let them be idle. That and the key in his hands was his symbol basically. His trademark. How he opened doors. Not regular doors, though it worked for those too. Doors in the air to take him anywhere. Much more dramatic than just disappearing.

“Hello there,” his two faces said in unison. “Nice sword.” The right spoke clearly and kindly. The left grumbled, certainly not seeming overly impressed. “You must be Aurora.” “Not that I’m a stalker.” “Hush.” Was he talking to himself? Of course! What else would you do if you had two faces and two personalities? Besides, it wouldn’t be meeting the great and powerful Janus if you didn’t get a headache from it. Just as Pluto.

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Notes: hint: purple = both faces simultaneously, red = right face, blue = left face

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everyone started out a little i n s a n e - but we learned pretty quick how to fake it for the game - @janus • 471 • yaaay Each scrape of the glistening imperial gold blade was reminiscent to a brushstroke, a work of art, or a show of excellent calligraphy with a steady gaze and trained slow hand. Aurora was always presented in such a way, with her cold and calculating gaze. She only needed to say very little to get her message across, as she had spent some of her early years at Camp using strands and fragments of broken English to communicate with others. No, she didn’t really realize the importance of communication at that age. No, her results were the language she spoke. A picture painted a thousand words, and so did each visual of success she made. She never really had much of a problem, as she very rarely sled under the fire of her centurions, if anything, they were probably weirded out by her or maybe even intimidated by her. Hmm… A lot of people had that reaction, especially some of those she met in the states. Her family was used to her silent and stern behavior, the rest of the world, not as much. If you left her alone, chances are, she’d do something similar for you. Friends weren’t something she really came by often. Aurora hadn’t quite noticed that that there was someone else around her. With a quick glance up and out, Aurora took her icy blue eyes off her blade, gazing back at not just one, but two sets sets of eyes that faced her/ She wasn’t rusty on her myths, and the god Janus was easily recognizable with his dual-faced appearance. “Hello to you as well”, Aurora said, nodding her her head politely, in a show of respect for the god, as one of his faces complimented her blade. “Thank you”, she added, as she set down her sharpening materials neatly on the ledge that peered behind her. “Yes, that is me. Aurora Aldenberg”, the Swedish woman introduced. “WEll, I honestly don’t mind stalkers all that much. I’ve had my fair share of unwanted photographs taken of me in the past two years. I’m sure you stopping in isn’t nearly as stalkerish as someone trying to reach a camera in through my open car window”, Aurora said, chuckling slightly. It wasn’t something she liked, nor hated. Just… an annoyance. Her mother was a billionaire, and she was all this mystery for her whereabouts the past ten years. She had just lied, saying that she attended a boarding school in the United States, even though that was far from the case. It was more of a military camp, though perhaps a school? She did learn a few things, but those were combat related, not really educational such as what she was tutored when she still resided with the Aldenberg's in their Swedish home, rather than her stepfather's in Germany. hachi

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SNORE! She sure was Roman. Supremely focused on making something ready to efficiently kill people. Janus was Roman, yes, but he was not Mars. He did not thirst for blood. He thirsted for…. What did he thirst for? Trial. Error. Success. The thin line that separated the two. To put it in this girl’s terms, a graze of the shoulder, or a hack to the jugular. Only Janus found reward in both options. They were all the same to him. What was it to him? He’d even sided with Sat- Kronos all that time ago, the first time around, to overthrow the Olympians. Which also meant the Roman camp would be crushed. Which part of him had not liked because he had children there, er, a child. It was an internal battle. Keep his daughter safe, but let the rest die. Tricky. Second time around, he didn’t take a side. He decided to try to be the more nonjudgmental god he was supposed to be. Both cases, he came out okay. His daughter was still alive. In fact, a troublesome dead son was back too. He’d have to see to that.

Ah yes, she finally noticed him. He didn’t acknowledge her initial glance until she finally stopped what she was doing. Ah, an untidy bow. Er, well, it might be tidier if it was a full standing one. It would suffice. Not often he was bowed to anyway. He nodded slightly as she spoke of paparazzi. Yes, sure, he knew her reputation and all that. Er, her mother’s, he should say. “Annoying, I’m sure.” “Could be worse. You could be Princess Diana.” Right rolled his eyes. “Must you?” “Just making a point.” “Anyhow! I do not meddle with those pesky things, so no worries from me.” “No offense, but you’re hardly the most famous I’ve met.” “Now, we’re trying to be nice. Give her some credit.” Left started listing off prestigious names from around the world and throughout time, but right drowned him out by speaking louder, though in a moment, he resorted to clamping the left hand across the body and over the right mouth, giving quite a strange look. “Tell me about yourself. I mean, I know plenty, but rude to tell you your own backstory. Something Left would do.”

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