Playing with knives. (OPEN)

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To play or not to play? that was the question! Alden was sent by a centurion to get a proper sword to train with. He had said a gladius, and alden had been taught about that, he just culdn't remember in that moment which one was the gladius, why?! How could a Roman forget that?! well, in fact it was really easy. Alden got distracted with the number and brightness of the diverse weapons in that place! So when he walked into the Armory he simply forgot why he had got there for. He would remember in a second, he only needed to check the ones in the back, check them all!

He laughed like a maniac as he was playing with a spear he found. suddenly he hit a pile of shields and the noise kind of brought him back to the armory from his games and imagine batles. "Ouch..." he said and looked around, it seemed that no one was in there. He sighed deeply and then chuckled as he saw the shields and then the pile of gladius on the left of the shields. "Oh! right! the gladius!" He said and walked to the pile of swords and sighed. He remembered a week ago, he got stabbed by a gladius when he was trying to get one from the pile. "Should I ask for help?... no, I don't need it, right? or I do?"

TAG: OPEN
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NOTES: First post of Alden!!! XD

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Adam only had his bow, a gift from his father. He had figured out a long time ago that throwing things like knives or shooting a bow, that had been the best way he was able to play to his strengths. Someone had also told him he didn't look like any Apollo kid that they had ever seen. All of them had been fairly skinny, not massive in size like he was. The Armory was one of the first places that he had been steered towards. He needed armor, more weapons, apparently what he had wasn't good enough. He missed his little brother so much. He searched for two year and he couldn't find that Manticore that Mikey had tackled over the edge of the cliff. He wished he could have been strong enough to kill this monster. He had killed so many monsters over the years, he couldn't believe how many he had killed. His notebook had been full of monsters, notes and tallies. Fifty seven hellhounds. thirty four cyclopses. Twenty nine centaurs. The list just kept going on and on.

He opened the door to the armory and walked down an asile grabbing a chest plate, A bunch of throwing knives, it was always good to have a back up when a bow didn't work. He had grabbed a quiver of arrows for practice, he'd head over to the archery range or the obstacle course. Apollo had said he needed to be patient. That being here would make him stronger. No, not Apollo, his father. His honest to god father. Wow that sounded Ironic in his mind as he thought about it. Sure he might not have been there, but there were some explanations on how he was able to do things, about how he could mark targets, Hit them with little effort. The frigid air, the cold, being huddled with his brother against the side of a building next to a dumpster. Not knowing if they would survive the night due to the freezing cold but some how managing to make it to the next morning.

Adam turned a corner as he spotted someone else in the armory. A younger boy by the looks of it. "Where are the knives at or is it just one big pile of paper cuts?" He asked, announcing himself to the kid.

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tags: Alden Nolan
Notes: first post

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Alden was still debating if he should go and ask for herlp or not, if he should just go get the gladius and don't care about the consequences. He rubbed the part of his torso that got foolishly stabbed by a gladius when he tried to get his own and then looked at the swords and decides that it would be too much if he got stabbed once more with one of those swords, right? He was about to grab one when he heard the voice of another male. He looked back and looked at the man as he asked about knives and paper cuts.

"Well, if that was sarcasm that I'm sure it was, the gladius are here, right behind me." He said and pointed at the pile of swords. "if you need something larger than that, then you should look down that hall, I believe I've seen some long celtic ones there and also some huge viking axes, but only two in camp use them as a regular weapon." He spoke a lot, ranted tons, but it was the way he comminucated with others, that or he started losing his mind and started speaking about desisions, which he hoped he wasn't going to do in that moment.

"New in camp? or you just simply never came to the armory?" He asked and then half smiled, he was trying to be helpful, Marie had told him to be gentle and helpful, that it would help him too, so he was trying to follow her suggestion and advice.

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WORDS:258
NOTES:hehehe Alden is weird.

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Adam had a sigh with a look at the large pile weapons that had been thrown haphazardly into a pile and strewn across the floor. The racks that would have held them look as if a rampaging elephant had walked through the armory and thrown a bunch of racks around. It was disorganized and messy and it was a thought that made his skin crawl. Though there were many people here that were playing at being soldiers, that's what was going on here. There were many that actually soldiers, he had seen many of them on the field of Mars. They were strong and disciplined, they had a tenacity that he would even admit that slightly rivaled his. Then there were others that were far from it. They laughed and joked, most of them childish and acting like children. Though he envied them, he felt as if they were some of the lucky ones. The chance to be just a normal kid and play and run free.

Adam tilted his head as the kid went on and on about something, though he was a bit intrigued to what he was saying. "oh yeah?" He said in response to what the guy was saying about only one or two kids that could use the massive weapons that the kid had talked about. Adam could only imagine what he might look like trying to use a massive axe like a lumberjack hurling the weapon towards a target. The thought brought a small smile to his face as he then looked around at the other weapons that were strewn about. "Actually I'm looking for a weapon like this." Adam said as he pulled his knife out with a single motion. It was a large hunting knife, about the size of his forearm. It was made of imperial gold, a gift that he had been given by a demi-god who had given him a real chance to fight and fend off monsters. The fending off monsters ended and here he was.

"New to camp." He said, answering the guy's question. "Just going to take a look around, trying to get my bearings." He said as he motioned to the armory. It was different. "This place looks like a mess, would be a shame to leave it like this." He said as he then motioned to the large pile of weapons.

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Tags: Alden Nolan