Changing Weather, Changing Lives (Nick)

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Jolie tied her hair back and looked herself over in the mirror. He was just helping her train, but she still wanted to look decent. Especially now he knew who she was. She was the one who was right by his side in his last hour of life, keeping the pain away. She took a deep breath and shook her head. She hated seeing people die, but it was… unusual to meet one of them after the fact. She’d never before known if her ministrations really did anything to help them find peace. She always just kind of hoped they did. But here was Nicholas, a walking, talking lar. It was… curious talking to him. He’d initially told her she was wrong to take away pain because pain was proof of life and made people stronger. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. She remembered when she was eight and the slightest smidge of her power started emerging. One day her father had a migraine so bad they were cabin-bound as he laid in bed. So, little girl as she was, she wanted to help and she fixed him something hot to drink and did everything she could to make him comfortable, but he was still in tremendous amounts of pain. Feeling helpless, she crawled into bed and hugged him close, just wishing with all her young little heart that he would be better. As soon as she hugged him, he turned his head – which was more than he could tolerably do in the last hour- and looked at her, confused. It was then that they realized what she could do. How could something like that be bad?

But today wasn’t about that. It was about her other heritage. Her father’s side. Tempestas. Nicholas had told her he would help her gain better control over it. Which would be handy since she had started several rainstorms and angered a dryad once when a lightning strike of a sudden storm got far too close to her tree. Yes, she was going to master this. She was going to need help, but she would master it. She pulled on a thin rain slick to be sure, just in case this actually worked, flipped her hair out of the neckline of it. Then she headed out of the barracks toward the far end of the Field of Mars where they had agreed to meet, her field bag in hand with the water and towel. She wished she could bring something for him, but she didn’t know what you gave a lar. He couldn’t eat or drink. Right? She imagined that might be considered a personal question. So she simply grabbed her own things and, dressed simply in a knee-length skirt and blue button-up shirt, boots, and the rain slick, she walked across the Field. After all, she wouldn’t be fighting today, right? Just powers-training. She looked up to the sky. There were a few wisps of cloud coming in from the distant mountains where the wind was high and strong. That was it, though.

TAG: Nicholas Robinson
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NOTES: first thread!

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It was definetely a nice day for training, the sky was almost clear, some wind, some slight clouds, nothing that it couldn't be managed while traiings. for Nick, the best days were those with clouds on the sky, then the sun wouldn't bother much and the skin wouldn't get imperfections from it. But also liked those really hot days that made you feel like fainting 10 minutes after he had already started his trainings, he felt they made him stronger. He had been an illogical mix when he was alive, Excellent fighter, outstanding warrior but handsome as a model and he for sure took care of his looks as much as he did with his armor and sword or his battling moves.

But nowadays, he hardly ever worried about his looks. It would have been a waste of time and energy to do that, even more if he was going to look the same way for the rest of the eternity. Knowing he would look like that forever, he would have asked people to change his clothes, or maybe only to clean his body from all the blood and dirt. But maybe it was good that he looked like he did, then people wouldn't forget what happened in the past, maybe they would know that even when you can go wrong in several times in your life, you can also do the right thing and come back home.

"come on!! I want to be the first one!!..."
A kid no older than 12 and his friends passed by Nick's side. He looked at them and smiled remembering how he used to be back then, he was a pain, but also he was a good Roman kid. then he looked around and checked the shadows, he could tell the hour by them, well by the light and shadows, he father showed him that. "It's early... she'll be here soon" He said and then smiled softly. It wasn't normal t be a Lar, in fact gods were very selective of them. But it was also even more difficult to find that person that held your hand in the last moments of your life, not only being with you, but also taking away the pain so you could pass away without that burden.

That was the main reason why Nick was helping Jolie to train with her powers, not because she was a sweet, beautiful woman... well that was a bonus. It was because she helped him bck then without thinking in the pain that she would feel, considering he was in a deplorable state back then, and the way he died was fit to his crimes. Painful, desperating, paralizing... the moment he stood there to take the sword instead of Remus, he knew it, the moment the blade went through his armor all the way through his chest and back, he knew he was doomed, maybe only a miracle would have saved him from death, but he wasn't asking for it, he felt and keept feeling that he didn't deserve that miracle.

And there she had been... helping him. She gave him minutes of peace and painless peace before Mors's emisaries came to collect his soul. He thought he hadn't deserve such show of goodness, but now that he knew her, that he had talked to her, well, he was going to do at least the only thing that he could in his state. Help her to train and control her powers.

He looked around again and there she was. He chuckled and shook his head. Gods! his mother would have loved that girl! always in fashion, always beautiful, but also always a proud roman girl. "Ready?" he asked and also saw the slick. That... well he would do something about it later.

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NOTES: Hope it is ok! XD

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She spotted him roughly the same time he spotted her, but she took a moment as she walked to think. Take away the ethereal glow of a lar, he looked just as he had when he died. She bet if she got close enough she could even see the print of one of her fingers that had accidentally gotten bloody, permanently over his heart. He still looked so solemn. When he died, he had looked the same. Like he knew death like a welcome friend. It had been something she’d wondered at. It must be a Roman thing, she figured. She wasn’t sure what she would be like on her deathbed. But those thoughts were for another time. Another time as in never. She was Roman. She wasn’t supposed to fear death. But she kind of did. She wondered if she would die before or after her father. Would they be together in the Underworld? He was all she had. Maybe she’d see the woman who had been married to him. She didn’t know much about her. He’d always been quiet about it. She just knew that she existed.

Then here was Nicholas. He’d escaped death, but… what must it be like to serve those living forever? She wondered if he ever got jealous. He hadn’t been that old when he died. Did he ever look at the wizened elderly in the city and ask why him? She figured it would be difficult to be in his shoes. But also she knew better than to ask. It was curious, yes, but she was not rude.

She smiled when she got up to the lar. “Yes, I’m ready.” She tugged her ponytail tighter, more self-consciously than anything. She wasn’t sure how this was going to go and they hadn’t had much rain in a while here, so if she caused too much, there might be flooding. Of course, the legionnaires would welcome it as a challenge. They usually did when anything adverse and opposing happened. Like other civilizations. She smiled to herself at the little joke. Yes, conquer or die. That was what Lupa taught everyone. Aut vincere aut mori. For now though, she set her bag on the grassy ground about ten feet from him to give them plenty of space, then approached. “Okay, so… how do we even do this?” Did he have some secret knowledge about it? Or, her worst fear, was he just going to pelt her with depressing things until the rain came? No, he wouldn’t do that. Right?

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NOTES: yay thread!

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Nick looked at Jolie when she was walking closer, he chuckled to himself looking at how she dressed up for a field training, he shook his head and then got serious again. He found it amusing that in the past, when he was alive, for sure he would also wear something totally inappropriate for what a training in a field meant, He always used to look radiant, clean and spotless, even after training his clothes and armor were perfect, something that he had been really proud of. But maybe that’s also why he would have to spend eternity the way he looked, dirty, stained and defeated… Yes, a cruel joke of fates to make him look the way he felt and they way he lived his last days and hours.

He focused on her once more and then looked at her face, she had a good attitude that day, but would it be enough? Maybe it would be needed much more than just a cool attitude, right? Her question was the right one, but for one thing, he wouldn’t have to do anything, it would be her doing. She was the one in need to control herself before she made a storm in camp. He chuckled and then walked around her. “First of all, where do the storms come from? When they show up, what is going on with you?” He needed her to first know herself, to know what triggered them and how to make them stop or make them stronger or shallower depended on that, on Knowing herself.

When he fought, what triggered his Mars abilities were not only his Mars blood, but also his Venus one and his human’s. He wanted to win, but also he was too proud to let anyone defeat him, his vanity had some influence there too. And being human, he knew that if he didn’t fight more than 100% of his efforts, he would end up being a lousy loser.

TAG: Jolie Patten
WORDS: 333
NOTES: yay! a post!... would work allow me another?! jejeje

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Everything seemed fine until he started circling her. She kept attempting to turn to follow him. “You’re kind of acting like a vulture, you know. Is that normal?” Then he asked her a legitimate question, but unfortunately, it totally stumped her. “Um…” She looked at her hands. “I don’t know…” Well, she did have an educated guess, but felt silly saying it. What she felt in her heart, came out in the weather. Well, if it was dramatic and usually bad. Either way, she couldn’t say that. It was silly and embarrassing. “Bad emotions, I guess.” She knew he would drill her further, so she went on to get ahead of that. “Like when I’m really angry, it thunders. Or deeply sad, it rains. I’ve never done anything past that. Thankfully.” She could hardly imagine creating something like a tornado! Yikes!

She took a deep breath and kept talking. “Like when we first met…” She let her sentence where she had been about to describe why that cloud had come at all, just drop away. She was embarrassed that he’d hurt her so badly. And he was being nice about trying to help her now. So the last thing she wanted was to accuse or pick a fight because of something he said in the past.

So she mentally picked herself up and regarded him again, prepped to answer anything he might have to say. Then she saw it. She was right. There. Over his heart on his tattered ghost shirt: a fingerprint. She stared at it numbly, remembering that moment, her panic for him, her pain for herself. “What was it like…?” she asked, still staring fixedly at that fingerprint. At her fingerprint.

TAG: Nicholas Robinson
WORDS: 284
NOTES: I love these two already, even they do not yet love one another!