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He had been here before. The memory of the titan war and the trials that came afterwards. They were a nightmare, there were things that had been said and everyone was still hot blooded afterwards. Though if Ronan were to be honest, he didn't Know what he would have done in a similar situation. But now he was going to have to figure it out and fast. Praetor. He had been elevated to Praetor. Now him and Remus were in charge of running a camp that frankly till he had become centurion, Ronan really had no idea what he was doing. He accepted the offer to become praetor but inside he was freaking out. Did he really deserve to be a praetor? Well he worked hard and did the best he could to figure everything out as a centurion, him and Josh worked their tails off to get the fifth cohort back into shape. It had been hard, but everything they had worked for had done well. His cohort was blossoming into a great and strong unit. HE was proud of everyone. Jess, Josh, Marie, everyone was becoming stronger and he really cared about each and every one of them. Of course he would be checking back up on them from time to time. He wasn't about to let them go.

He was getting used to the click, click, clickings of Argentum as he was being followed by the silver and ruby eyed automaton dog. The first thing Ronan wanted to do was to take him apart and put him back together just to see if he worked. It turned out to be a bad idea, or at least that was what he decided. Ronan wasn't a son of Venus or anything but he tugged at the purple cape that was his new badge of office along with the eagle medallion. Argentum was pretty chill. That was a real word right? Chill? Ronan didn't care but he had stood there in the senate building looking around as he hadn't exactly had the chance the last time he was here but for the most part, he was really trying to keep his brain from freaking out. He knew what sort of expectations were expected of him. More paperwork, more things to do, more people to watch out for, and the constant inevitability of war. There was always a threat and since they were demi-gods and legacies, the threats were not just war, monsters and titans and gods it could always end up horribly for camp. There was a small sigh that escaped from his lips as he watched the crowds that seemingly were swamping the senate building. It must have been a field trip day or something for the kids in New Rome.

This was why he did everything he did. These kids that were looking in wonderment of the statues of the gods, children who had lost parents in the wars. New Rome, a place that was his home, the camp that was his home. He did all of this to protect his home. Ronan gave a sideways glance at Argentum as the dog sat beside him, waiting for him to move. It was crazy impressive how these dogs were. Not weapons, but allowed inside of New Rome. Ronan reached down and pat Argentum on the top of the head as he absentmindedly looked at the statue of his father. He wondered if his dad minded the prayers or if he was even paying attention at all.

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There were a great many things that Tessa had left unfinished when she found herself escorted to the Underworld. The vast river was full of what seemed to be dreams tossed to the side, and she was having none of that. For one pollution was just terrible, even the River Styx should have some sort of clean up crew. Perhaps something she would ask Gunnar's grandfathers about, or something she would instigate herself when she finally was lain to rest. According to a select few Tessa had in fact died twice so far, but considering she had only been to the Underworld once she begged to differ. People did not simply die because their heart stopped beating, otherwise there were a number of surgeries where one killed the patient. If there was still breath in your lungs and a thought in your mind, you were still alive in her book.

Paperwork seemed a bit of a hassle, but she did have to get herself put back into New Rome as a living citizen again. Some people did not seem to believe she was back, and there were more than a few tear shed at the occasion. Tessa was happy to try and alleviate their fears, to let people hug her and touch her hand to know she really was alive and well. It took time. Not to mention trying to get caught up in what she had missed in the past half a year. Her own time seemed a bit different. Weather time in the shadows was shorter, or longer, or if it had simply been the lack of time keeping.

Tessa spotted one of her most troublesome cases. Ronan. He never seemed to get any rest, always awake and working as much as she had been. In others she had found it to be too stressful on their health, not that the same standard had applied to her at the time of course. “Ronan.” she called out with a smile “And...Argentum?” the fluctuation of her voice quickly changing to confusion when she saw the silver bodyguard that always followed the Praetors.

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Ronan seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, but it was the silvery head of the automaton that bumped against his hand, bringing him back to his senses. He blinked, spacing out like that probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world. It never was when he was a legionnaire or a centurion, but now it was even more crucial that he was to pay attention to what was going on. But Argentum was here so there was no need. The Automaton had been at the praetors sides for what seemed like forever and he wasn't sure how long ago that had actually started. Rubbing the back of his head, he let out a small sigh of slight exasperation. Again, the same questions floated about his head. Was he really deserving of this position? His promotion had come as a surprise. At the same time there was all of the questions and disbelief, he actually felt pretty happy at the same time. He was ecstatic. It was nice to know that someone out there saw his worth even though he felt worthless a good deal of the time. Maybe he wasn't such a horrible person after all, and someone else knew it.

After there being so much loss, the sudden deaths of a few campers and that whole government issue, did he really have any business in sticking his nose in it? They had taken his family. Edmund, Josh, Nova, Miyuki, they were his family, his friends, people he cared about. He had no qualms about rushing in once they had found the government facility. He was going to bring his family home and kill anyone who got in his way, which was a few people incidentally. There was another sigh as Ronan absentmindedly placed a hand on top of Argentum's head. He probably would get a dog when he got out of the legion. If he ever decided to retire. That was the big question, if he ever felt like it. He'd probably die before he left the legion. Ronan liked the legion, he liked the training and even the people most of the time. The little kids in his cohort, that was where it really was. He helped them become stronger and he had seen great progress in such a short amount of time. There was really no words to express the pride and joy he felt for his people.

Ronan turned his head at the calling of his name, and Argentum did too, looking at the blond haired Venus legacy who had called out his name. There was a frown on his face and a slight look of confusion. Tessa? "Tessa?" He said questioningly. She had been a hard case, getting on his hide for not taking care of himself like he should have but doing the exact same thing. He was quite fond of her, the former centurion of the second cohort. "I thought everyone had said you died in a crash?" Ronan said with a tilt of his head as he looked her up and down, Argentum sitting at his feet. Though when she had said Argentum's name there was a similar sound of confusion that tinged her voice in the same way his did.

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Notes: confused ronan is confused

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It was hard to show up in front of people who had been to your funeral, and watched your corpse go up in flames. Especially since the wars where still so fresh in peoples minds. There was always that question, why didn't you bring them back with you? and it broke her heart. To the point she couldn't answer. She could never answer. Memories of the family funerals came to mind. Once in a while a family would blame her, as the centurion and lead medic. Then she had the support of other centurions, they had the same kinds of problems. It was nice when someone spoke up to say Tessa deserved it for all the lives she saved. Or that she had proven herself to the gods, or was favored. Something. Lord Apollo, Lord Mors, Lord Mars, Lady Venus, Mercury. She'd met a good many of them, perhaps many in New Rome had. They helped so many. It wasn't just her, but she was rather stubborn.

“Ah...yes.” green eyes glanced down and away as his confusion wrinkled his for head. “I did… and I've heard my funeral was very nice. But I couldn't simply lay down, there was too much I need to do” her eyes turned back towards the son of Vulcan as a smile graced her lips. Her voice reflected grace and beauty, perhaps more than before. It was soothing, and charming with the way even birds would stop to listen to her speak. Singing was not unheard of for Tessa, in fact she found great joy in putting her heart into a song. When she sang her voice was so strong, but if she spent years not talking to people you can believe she won't sing in front of anyone."But, no. Argentum is... with you now? What about Jason....and Remus?"