BURN THE PRINCIPIA || Stone

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....okay, so maybe not burn the entire principa to the ground. Just the people and contents inside. The building itself had done no wrong. It was just the unfortunate structure that had been condemned to hold vile contents. In fact, it was these disgusting contents that had drawn Edmund to the abhorring building from day one of his time at Legion; the contents that he wanted to turn at the stake: the praetors that were usually in there and the file room holding information about everyone at camp. Yup, burning the entire thing to the ground probably wouldn't work out that well. On top of him going potentially PTSD episodical (just like his first few weeks in the forge), Quinn and Stone would kill him in two seconds flat. Provided that Edmund hadn't killed them first. In the case that he did, he was pretty sure that Jolly, Petty, Rogers, and Warlow wouldn't have any problem slitting his neck for it. Splendid high Roman treason and it's punishments. Yeah, he'd save killing the Praetors for another day (it too much paperwork, anyway). Today's destruction goal was what disgusted him most in that building: the file rooms. Specifically the file labeled Simons, Edmund R. in the first cohort file room.

This day had been long in coming. Finally, one day where he had a moment of down time and there were no praetors or centurions in sight. It also helped that it was a weird hour in the day: noon-ish. The time that most "normal" demigods went to lunch. He calmly walked up to the Principia and strode right in, head up, like he was doing nothing wrong. Then he was standing in a long hallway with multiple doors, the entrance shut tightly behind him. Now, how to find the room? He shut his eyes slightly. The file room... would have a lot of metal for the cabinets. Was there any way that he could ping metal he couldn't see? Edmund had honestly never tried. No time like the present. The seventeen year old took a deep breath and focused. Yup, lots of metal... right down the hall; a lot of the ores were also faulty. That clicked easily: hastily made file cabinets. Edmund walked down the hall, looking in the rooms that had the most metal attraction. The first file room was disgustingly messy. The more he went down the hall with the file rooms, the more neat the rooms became. Ed's inner craftsman OCD wanted nothing more than to go in and straighten everything up. He'd do that once he obliterated his file. Finally, he got to the first cohort's room. It was neat as anything. Not a paper out of place. That'd change in a moment.

He reached into his pocket and put down a small box; it expanded into something that looked akin to a tissue box without the tissues. It was a metal shredder that would then burn the metal for later use, but it worked fine for large stacks of paper too. He opened the first cabinet. Looking for year numbers and nothing more. The first year he saw was before he was born. Edmund kept going down, and down until he found the year Jolly came. One more case later and it was his camp year. From there on, it was easy alphabet by last name. Edmund found his without a problem and plucked it out. He wondered how on earth the Legion had gotten all the stuff on each camper. Edmund had certainly never told them anything. Maybe Em told them or they had Roman scouts that researched them? How would the latter work? It was kind of creepy when he thought about it. Biography scouts out to find information on every camper... Ohwell. If they used scouts for his file, they had just wasted their time. Edmund opened his hand to drop the entire folder into the slotted box, a slight hum coming out of it as the razor sharp blades whirred, waiting for an item to shred.

OOC: Take your time my dear <33
HAVE FUN REMUS XD
IC: 684

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Remus was ticked off beyond words. He didn’t stray from the Principia terribly often, only for training and eating, and the latter was optional anyway. He was too busy keeping things in order and trying to sort out what was going to happen to his home, this camp, if they didn’t learn what was coming and learn soon. So going out and about, mostly because Felicity had pointed out that he didn’t do so enough, had been on his schedule for the day. And boy, had it been a mistake.

Word around camp, so it seemed, was that Charlie-Mack Jolly was heads and tails better than her older brother. More intimidating, stronger, more dedicated. The lot. And as much as he usually liked his baby sister, this was one of those times that he could have strangled her. No one, and he meant no one, insulted his pride. At all. Ever. He was one of the praetors of this place for a reason. It had not been easy getting up the brute force and leadership mindset that had gotten him here. How many nights did he not sleep at all for the sake of the camp that apparently didn’t appreciate him in the slightest. Bunch of idiotic fools. Maybe he should just step down and see how far the flailing bunch of morons could get under their own steam. And he would enjoy watching the camp crash and burn. Like it or not, they needed tough love to keep this place afloat, and that was his specialty.

Which brought him back to the only place he really felt at home: the Principia. Aurum and Argentum padded – or clanked really – along on either side of him as he entered the tall building and took a look around. Aurum’s ears perked up, hearing something, and before long the metallic greyhound was off towards the file rooms. Remus clenched his teeth and followed, letting the now both aggressive dogs into the file hallway before shutting the door after him and heading off. The humming sound was louder in here. Not like the pleasant hum – or annoying depending on the person or day – of someone singing a tune, but the metallic hum of something whirring to life. And that was what worried him all the more.

“Aurum, Argentum, find it!” Both dogs set off, growling, glowing red eyes alight with the hunt. When he found the room, he found it with two silver and gold hounds trying to get a box from the hands of a younger boy. No, he knew that boy. “EDMUND SIMONS! What in the depths of Pluto’s kingdom do you think you are doing here, boy?” He stormed over and snatched the file from him with one hand and grabbed him by the front of his shirt with the other. “This information is the property of Camp Jupiter and is to be handled by no one other than the leadership of this camp, which, idiot, are not! You are also not allowed in this building without express consent from myself or Zidane. So you better start talking, boy, before you’re arrested or worse. And I have some very creative ideas when it comes to punishment. So out with it. What in the heavens do you think you’re doing?” Though Remus had to admit that he would not be so against the idea of showing Edmund Simons, the little snot, what it meant to cross a praetor, especially him.

Tag: Edmund
Word Count: 578
Notes: hasn’t come to blows yet, but you so know it’s coming.

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credit to Nicky via THG-Beginning of the End

Edmund's plan was going fine. Absolutely fine! Until he heard a distant shout and felt two angry metal lumps running towards him. That's when it occurred to him. Stone was back. And he had released the two metal dogs to ruin his plans. Of course, why would he ever think that his plan would work? When did anything Edmund Simons ever do actually work out?! Okay. Fighting them with weapons, no. Punching them, no. Evading them... yeah, could possibly work, until he lost a leg. Better than nothing. Oh wait.. they were metal... a smirk flashed over his face. Only the freaking praetors could control the dogs, but he had a metal shredder/burner. Ed shut the door and locked it to buy him a few seconds. Then grabbed the box from the floor and held it out infront of him, the razor blade side out and waited. One one thousand. Two one thousand. That's when the dogs crashed the door. Well... another thing on his fix list... "Back you metal blobs! Cineribus likes eating metal like you!" the seventeen year old snarled, the box in his hand starting to elongate so it could fit their heads. He was already going to get it from breaking and entering. On top of that, he didn't know how well Quinn and Stone would react if they got the news that their guard dogs had been destroyed as well.

And then the party had to be completed by none other than Robo Stone. Edmund was in trouble. He knew that. Both by his own conscience, and then by Stone's tone of voice, the fact that he yelled, and the use of his entire name. Well, actually, not his entire name... "You forgot Ryan," the seventeen year old pointed out calmly, emotionlessly, not bothering to raise his voice to be heard over the rest of Stone's lecture or the barking of the dogs. Edmund was forced to drop Cineribus as Stone closed in and grabbed his shirt with one hand, but was able to mentally nudge and stick it right above where his opposite hand was while the angry praetor was ranting. Stone's entire paragraph of reprimanded flew right over Edmund's head. In fact, Edmund's face didn't change: emotionless and something akin to calm. Authority. As the rant went on, Cineribus grew in height so it was almost underneath Remus' hand. They thought they had the power over everything. Besides, Edmund had been scolded and held up against the wall too many times for it to really faze him anymore. Sure, he knew it was All Mighty Egotistical Inflated Head Rough Roman Praetor Stone who could potentially kill him and/or make his remaining service at the Legion Hades on earth, but let's be realistic here: Edmund had nothing at the legion to loose except his life.

"None of your business," Edmund said, his voice still emotionlessly calm, "but if you don't drop it, you're going to loose your hand. Cineribus likes human flesh too." He took his unchanging eyes off of Stone's face and looked at his hand with the file. Cineribus had grown enough to fit a whole metal dog in there, but for Ed's purposes, it was trying to reach Stone's height of his hand. It's metal blades were whirring slightly, starting to gently taste the outside of Edmund's file. He meant it both ways too. Either Stone didn't drop the matter and got his hand cut off by sword via Edmund, or Stone didn't drop the file and would loose his hand via Cineribus' razor blades and then get melted. Cineribus liked getting fed something that he had already tasted. Edmund preferred the Cineribus method more. It involved a lot more pain.

OOC: Oh yes.... yes yes... o.o
IC: 642

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It was times like this that Remus considered the idea of keeping one of the greyhounds here at the principia to guard it. Or invest in tighter locks. Then again, the only one who could really make better locks would be a child of Vulcan. And the only one who could pick them would be a child of Vulcan (or Mercury for that matter), which meant that there would be no keeping Edmund out. Curses. Perhaps the dog idea wasn’t so bad. Then again, the image that met him when he came to the door gave even him pause. What in Pluto’s vast and unpleasant kingdom what that thing in his hands? Whatever it was, it did not look pleasant. And him threatening Aurum and Argentum with them was not okay. But it conveniently did get any previous issues off Remus’ mind in a hurry.

And on went mean no mercy praetor mode. Or perhaps it was a little more son of Mars mode since Zidane had yet to show any sign of no mercy praetor mode. Ah well, his loss. It felt energizing really, to be this close to beating the living snot out of someone. Especially when that someone was Edmund Simons. That kid just asked for it every waking moment of his life. And now, with the threat of destroying a file, most likely his own, which was still camp property, there was all the more reason to teach the little train wreck a lesson. He ignored the whining of the machine and the growling dogs and the fact that Edmund had actually said anything, and proceeded to tell the kid off. This was one thing Remus rather enjoyed about being a him. Telling people they were idiots and what made them such idiots was one of his joys in life, as twisted as that sounded.

Until he was done, and the kid opened his mouth again. At first it was nothing, basically just another reason to dislike Simons. Then he realized what he was saying. It felt like slow motion, though he knew he’d trained his reflexes to be a lot better than slow motion. Hating to take his eyes off the whelp at all, he still glanced over at the file in his other hand. And in good time too. The machine of death seemed to have the ability to grow. Lovely. And it was almost as tall as his hand was high, just enough that the downward edge of the file folder was chewed up already. Remus swore under his breath and flicked his wrist to get the file out of the way, where it and all its contents sadly fell to the floor in a jumbled mess, though thankfully not too horribly destroyed. “How dare you, you little rat!” With that, he went to introduce Ed’s face to his now free fist. In the most damaging way possible.

Tag: Ed
Word Count: 485
Notes: sadly short… I thought it would turn out longer than that, sorry.

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Probably won't happen, but that's the only gif I have of Ed fighting with no sword xD

As if he wasn't going to get into enough trouble for trying to destroy a file, Edmund was starting to get the feeling that Stone wasn't going to take too kindly to him threatening his two dogs' lives. But wait! This was the Legion. Death threats were to be expected. Besides, too bad! If threatening the two hunks of metal with the prospect of being eaten and burned was what it took to keep an arm or leg, then Macho Stone would have to live with it! Besides, it wasn't like Ed was ordering Cinny to eat the metal dogs. Yet. Edmund would deal with the consequences later. They were probably going to be worse than dishwashing. Right now he was more thinking 48 hour drill, get tied to a bag of rocks and become chow for the electric snakes, or whatever other cruel punishment the Legion could think of. He could live with that.

Everything that Stone was yelling at him about turned into "Blah blah blah! I'm an authority figure so I will punish you! Blah blah!" No reason for Edmund to waste his breath on the praetor by snapping back things that he wouldn't even listen to. He was so over that by now. Used to getting reprimanded and yelled at. Sad, but true. At first, it was for things that truly weren't his fault. THEN started the things that were his fault. It was like: well, I'm going to get yelled at on a daily basis anyway, so why not get yelled at for something I actually did? Messed up mind set, but that had been his logicality of it all. His rule breaking had carried over from mortal to demigod life. From no recesses and detentions to possibly getting arrested and being made to do a 48 hour drill. Ah, the differences between his life then and now. Nearly a minute and angry lecture later, Edmund had absorbed nil of Stone's criticisms and just waited to see if his hand would get the pleasure of being mauled or not.

Unfortunately, Stone moved his hand. All the papers fell into a messy heap with only the bottoms gently gnawed. Oh blast it. I should have kept my mouth shut... Edmund mused. The papers probably would have gotten eaten along with Stone's hand. Then again, that wouldn't have been a fair fight. Stone hadn't exactly known what Cinny did or could do... Speaking of which, the elongated tissue box got mind nudged half way towards the scattered paper. It had tasted a new object, and was vastly disappointed that it hadn't gotten to eat all of it. Edmund looked back up at Stone. "Rat?" he started out dully. "I thought-" his sentence was broken off as the praetor threw his fist. And this is where Edmund was kind of grateful for the Legion. It had whipped him into shape... by a lot. Sure, he knew how to fist fight in school if he had to, but he had only been rudimentary in skill. Now, with Jolly and Petty as his Centurions and his training regimen, he had become an adequate fighter. Throw in the fact that Stone was on the same regiment, older, more experienced, and a son of Mars, his chances went down, but he'd still stubbornly try.

He had near to no room to move since he was still pinned against the file cabinet, so he ducked over to the left. Stone's fist grazed his ear, but Ed paid that little mind. He was much more interested in getting out of a pinned position. The seventeen year old over stepped slightly to get into an awkward but workable stance and then from his semi crouched position tried to push Remus backwards out of sheer arm force.

OOC: Lol, tis fine my love <3
LET THE FIGHT BEGIN ._. if you need me to edit, just say the word!
IC: 645

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It was people like Edmund that Remus actually sort of enjoyed putting in their place. The kid was a nuisance and purposefully a bother. He was a food fighter at least, hence why he was in the first cohort. Well, that and the two centurions of the first cohort wouldn’t allow a wimp to last long there. That was one thing he did really respect about Charlie-Mack. She had a knack for leadership and knew all the right ways to push a person to get to their best. It was like a natural skill of hers and one that he sort of wished he had. He just went with brute force usually, which worked on some but not all.

Edmund, for example, could probably be beaten to within an inch of his life and not get the point. That was one of his completely (not) endearing qualities. That was to say, it was a reason Remus wanted him pitched in a bottomless pit. Maybe not Tartarus, as he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. But perhaps a good, well dug, twenty foot pit. He could survive that, right? Heck, this was Edmund. He would survive just for the pleasure of annoying people.

As for the papers, at least they were safe now. Well, he hoped so at least. But he had bigger fish to fry. Like getting so close to actually breaking Ed’s nose. Oh, that would have been a sweet victory. Most would call it harsh, but this was Remus. Children of Mars had an unusual way of expressing themselves. Mostly through sharp objects and a bit of bloodshed. Call it maniacal, or twisted, or insane, but it was hereditary. Sort of. There was also the fact that he was just a jerk. So all in all, it was a little disappointing that he hadn’t managed to hit Ed. Then again, it was a testament to his battle skills, which was good to see. And the fact that he attempted to fight back. Key word: attempted.

The thing was, Remus had been here a while. And had grown up in the first cohort like his sister. He had once been a centurion two years ago before the war had killed off one of them. Now Charlie was in his place and he had to admit there was a grain of pride that she was. And now that he forgot his sudden grudge with the rumor-spreaders – Annaleigh mad at him or something, most likely – he remembered the little things like that. But aside from that, he was in a fight here. And he was going to win or die trying. Luckily, that was just what he was good at.

For one of the few times in his life, he didn’t resort to brute force. He used a new technique he’d been working on. So he grabbed at Ed’s wrists as the younger boy tried to push him and twisted to use his momentum against him and, with any luck, put him on the floor in a hard, unpleasant way. Time to see just what Ed was made of and how well his sister had trained the boy.

Tag: Ed
Word Count: 526
Notes: yay gif recycling because there aren’t a lot of him for this…

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Again, probably won't happen, but I have another Ed fight gif!

Edmund hadn't had a rage night like that in a while. Minus the night that he accidentally wrecked his first flying plane while talking to Jolly. Such a pattern showing up! Him going on a rage when there were mass amount of people present. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to strangle Jolly, Weingarten, Mors, Pluto, Neptune, and any other immortal that had ever existed. He was fed up, he was done. Stone catching him up here to destroy evidence that he had ever been born was not improving his mood. Just evidence that he could never do anything right. It was like he couldn't do anything here anymore. Even if he did something right, he was wrong. Such had been the case of his life. Jolly and Weingarten trying to defend him had probably been the last straw. Especially Jolly. There was no reason to lie about his nature just because she felt a "responsibility" to him as his centurion. No one was responsible for him or needed to protect him! There was no point. He didn't need it, nor did he want it.

He couldn't deny that Jolly had been a good centurion, though. He had wanted to smack her (and had when he was leaving) for even considering about resigning. She was such an idiot! She had brought out the very best fighter and the very worst person in him. Then again, he had arguably probably gotten his "worst person" attitude after waking up in the hospital. If he got out of this fight with Stone, Edmund would probably be in toast trouble. Trouble in the highest degree, for multiple things. That was nothing new though, Edmund was used to being in trouble. He could live with punishment and would probably just rebound as if nothing had happened. This time would be different though. He wasn't sticking around for punishment. He wasn't sticking around, period. Not even with the talk he had with Lyn just an hour or so before.

Oh, Stone missed. He must have been disappointed. Too bad. First move's first mistake. Edmund's right ear stung slightly, reminding him that even though Stone hadn't exactly gotten his face, he had gotten something. Hopefully it wouldn't be his nose next. Cinny had ceased moving, since, in all reality, Edmund had other things on his mind than controlling the shredder. Things like: try not to get killed by the older, angry, more experienced, Praetor, son of Mars, former first cohort centurion aka Robo Stone. Being a Praetor, Edmund could bet his planes (now ashes, but still...) that Stone liked being in charge, didn't like to be showed up, and liked winning. Unfortunately, Edmund was too stubborn to give in to a fight after it was started. This was not going to end easily or pleasantly.

He felt his wrists get grabbed and then his body started twisting with Remus'. Darn momentum. Edmund used every muscle in his body to try and plant himself back, even when he felt the weight getting shifted to the balls of his feet. He felt his stance widen slightly and he went to pinwheel his arms in the constricted space and pushed off with his shoulder as fast as he could. He was still trying to topple Stone, bad part, was that his weight still wasn't entirely on the ground anymore. Yeah... Edmund was probably going down. The question of the millisecond was: with or without Remus?

OOC: All good <3
And just to let you know, I kinda twisted my time line and added to Ed's motive of wanting to destroy the file, if that's okay with you
IC: 588

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This was more his style. Enough of the politics and schedules, just get down to the raw sense of battle and the taste of victory that his pride told him he would have or would die trying to get to. This was what he was here for. Well, yes, there was the politics and schedules too, but this was the real stuff. Consider it... discipline the most efficient way. So maybe it wasn't always so court sanctioned or senate approved. This was what happened when you gave a child of Mars a reason to be mad (enter Ed) and a way to take it out (also enter Ed).

The trouble was, Ed was good. With a lot of people here, like that little kid he 'helped' in training earlier, they were pushovers. Well, not all of them for sure. And he had to admit, it was good to have a challenge. And that was something Edmund was doing decently well. Perhaps a little too well. Remus decided it was time to step it up a notch or twelve.

So it was time to change tactics. It seemed Ed was just as good at using momentum against one as Remus was, which he shouldn't be all that surprised as Ed was under the tutelage of Charlie-Mack Jolly and the albeit bothersome but still decent fighter Maddison Petroski. So he switched from the nampy pampy go with the flow hippie crud and went with what he knew he could win with. Brute force. When in doubt, knock their lights out. So that was exactly what he planned on doing. Besides, it would keep the senate from having to decide the boy's fate, so they should thankful that Remus was taking it into his own hands. This would only hurt for a little bit, after all. As soon as he got his hands on the little weasel.

He started with an attempt to twist out of any threat of falling, then attempted to connect his elbow with whatever part of Edmund's body he could get to. New tactic. No more wishy washy Remus. It was time to take Edmund down. Or break something. Breaking something would be good too. A little visit to the infirmary every now and again built character. So he made every effort to grab the boy's arm, or at least get both hands on one arm, and twist as hard as he could. Pain was a good teacher. That was something he had learned well all his life. Time to pass on the knowledge.

Word count: 444
Tag: Ed
Notes: Did this entirely distracted and without Word, so sorry if it's bad.

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Edmund had years and years of practice in the "get on people's nerves" department. If it was a class at school, he would have passed it with flying colors. It would have been the only class he could pass decently: as in, above a D minus. Well, that class, and then "be as emotionless as you can" class. He was probably getting either an "A" or an "E" in Remus's grade book. A for annoying or E for enemy. Remus got an E from Edmund for multiple reasons: for being a male, for being older, for being a praetor, for being an egotistical bastard, and for ruining his plans. Basically everything about him deserved an E. Now that Edmund was thinking about it, Stone would probably die trying to save his pride, so Edmund was in for one heck of a fight. Ode to Joy. Back to middle school bully on the play ground mentality. Annoying, but true. Seriously, how had this guy become praetor?

After his first few months at the Legion, he had swung into full on solider mode. There was basically nothing for him to do but that. A) for survival here and B) it helped him forget everything else. The Legion was full of fighters so it was had been kind of easy for him to semi blend into the shadowy background. He had been fighting his whole life. So why stop? Unlike school though, he hadn't exactly been singled out because he could control things with his mind, had ADHD, and had dyslexia; he just got singled out for the other things: being rebellious and flouting authority. He supposed this was all just another test, fighting with Stone. Hopefully Edmund was giving him a run for his money in this fight and believe him: he was giving it his all. Mainly because he didn't want to go into the infirmary with a broken nose, leg, arm, or any other body part.

Just when Edmund had a smudge of a prospect of flooring Remus, the older boy changed his tactics. Edmund couldn't exactly say it took him totally off guard, but it was an odd place to do it at (to him, at least). Stone tried to prevent himself from falling, logically, but then laid off the cunning and moved to brawn. Edmund found his ground again, only to feel something sharp and hard connect with one of his ribs. He inhaled sharply, semi feeling dizzy before realizing that Stone was trying to get his hands on his arm. Fighting 101. Loose your arms… and you're pretty much done. Edmund lunged to the side, still working with a tiny amount of space. Truthfully, there wasn't much room to move when pinned between a file cabinet and an angry praetor, but it was things like this that Jolly had prepared him for. He tried his hardest to ignore the pain in his just; hopefully it hurt the shrunk rib and it didn't do too much damage. Edmund was able to get one arm out of the way, but then felt Stone's hand closing around the other. The seventeen year old put all his strength and will power into pinwheeling his arm away from Stone and semi jumping to the side in an attempt to get himself more ground to work with.

OOC: Your reply was fine <3
Hope this is okay ^_^
IC: 563

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Contact. About time. This fight had gone one too long already without a single blow landing. Which was good by normal Camp Jupiter standards, but still, Remus was not satisfied with it. So the feeling of his elbow finding home was a relief. No, not relief. A triumph. Yes, that was by far a better word for it. So confirmed the smile that came to his face as the other boy seemed distracted for a fraction of a second. That was all he needed. He went on the attack again, not satisfied with a single bruise. After all, he had a feeling Edmund wouldn’t be one to give up so soon either. He wasn’t done until Ed was either crying or in the infirmary. No one messed with a single page in the principia without authorization as long as Remus was on guard. And shredding a whole file? That definitely fell in the ‘you are so dead’ category. Well, trying to shred a file. No matter to whom it belonged, and he had a decent idea on that part, this room was stuffed with history and irreplaceable information. Information that he himself had been investigating to some degree as well to look for clues on their current situation, but that was mostly the reports, not the people themselves. But all the same, no one touched this stuff without earning his wrath.

And wrath it was. He didn’t mind the small space himself. He was a fairly big guy, true, so it was harder to function in this tight area, but all the same, it posed a challenge. And if there was anything Remus was addicted to, it was a new combat challenge. So he took on this fight with a probably uncalled for amount of anticipation. The moment that Ed was caught off guard by the strike to the ribs was just enough for Remus to lunge into his next attempt to murder the boy. Well not murder, as he didn’t do that to anyone, but hopefully send away regretting his decision to destroy camp property.

Grabbing the kid’s arm was harder than it should have been. He was like a little weasel with a decent fighting style and surprising speed. But finally Remus found himself gripping the boy’s arm. As Ed tried to pull away, he tightened his vice grip and tried to once again use the momentum against him to try and get the boy twisted to as uncomfortable a position as possible and apply as much pressure as possible. Yes, indeed, pain was a lovely teacher.

Tag: Ed!
Word Count: 429
Notes: you kidding? love your posts! Sorry mine was short

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Well, despite what he learned about the first move being the first mistake via school brawls, Stone seemed like he was doing pretty well. He had already gotten in one hit, but wasn't like that was going to stop Edmund: (A) because he was conditioned to take pain (B) he was too stubborn to stop until he was forced into unconsciousness and (C) it was the Legion for gods sakes; people here didn't just stop fighting because they got hit. They were too soilder-ized for that (Edmund didn't even know if that was a real word. Ah well, it was now!). He honestly didn't know why Stone cared so much about the files up here. They were just folders and folders of information that should be private. The people shouldn't have their files so accessible. What the campers wanted others to know about them, they'd say. If the campers never said it, they should at least have the option to have it go to the grave with them. This file room was going against Edmund's belief in that, so he was being the rebel: trying to change it. Plus, it also had to be taken into account that he wanted to make it like he never existed here. It wasn't like they were putting the files into any good use! If anything, it was like blackmail in the "we know everything about you!" sense. Besides, the Legion having all that information on its members? Creepy. Even borderline stalking. If they had information scouts... they were next on Edmund's "To Kill" list.

They'd be there... Gods first, then the information scouts, then Stone, and other vast annoyances he had at this camp (the last three not necessarily in that order). The gods were first and foremost: for being a bunch egotistical, selfish, eternally childish brats who couldn't take an insult and who never gave a drachma and who then pretended that they did, just so they could go breaking their children's (who they were never there for) hearts. The information scouts for making files the files Edmund protested and loathed so much. Then Stone, who was probably enjoying trying to kill Ed much more than he should. Hey, he was a praetor and a son of Mars. Pride, discipline, and fighting were his things. The pride and praetor part ticked Edmund off most. Stupid authority-so-I-am-better-than-you people...

Edmund's slight pause as he got the wind knocked out of him cost him. Jolly probably would have hit him or something for letting a mere elbow delay his retaliation and reaction, but it was only human if you were hit in the chest to see stars and stop, even if it was for a second (and especially if you had a bad rib). She wouldn't hear those excuses though and Edmund probably wouldn't have given them. Then again, they were supposed to be humans, were they? They were supposed to be perfect, Roman, demigod, mechanical soldiers. Stone's hand tightened around his arm and suddenly, pulling away was becoming a lot more painful than it should have been. Trying to ignore the building pressure on his shoulder as Stone started twisting it in a way it wasn't supposed to go, Edmund turned his back (probably making it worse, but whatever). It gave Stone more room to close in and push his arm more (Ed was going to be sore for the next week...), which Edmund hoped he'd take. He took a hold of one of the file handles, waited a second, gritting his teeth in pain and then pushed with his arm and snapped his head back as hard as he could; then he pushed, trying to topple both of them (and trying to hit the praetor in the mouth or somewhere a bit more vulnerable... but that would be just an added bonus).

OOC: No worries <3
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Remus was always one for a fight. Well, except for select occasions like… well, he’d have to think on that one. For now, he would take a good fight. And thankfully, Edmund was just the sort to offer one. He’d have to commend Charlie and Maddi for a job well done training this little rat. That couldn’t have been an easy job. Given the fact that Edmund was about as ready to do what others asked of him. At least, not as far as Remus knew. The kid was a time bomb waiting to blow up like Vesuvius, not particularly caring who was in the way when said explosion happened. Because Ed was just extraordinarily caring like that. Well, take that back. The kid did seem to care about what he worked on, or at least so he’d heard. But right now was not the best time to compliment on his craftsmanship. Especially not when one of such said works had just recently trying to eat his hand.

And with his luck, probably going to be destroying the whole room while the two of them were preoccupied. He sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. These were all open information to the public, nothing incriminating really. Just with praetor clearance. And no shredding. It was all dealt with when the campers first got there, or family history if they were legacies. So what Ed’s deal was, he wasn’t really sure. Unless the kid had something to hide. That wouldn’t surprise him really. After all, the kid really didn’t like anyone to know anything about him from the general idea he got from him. The whole one word answers thing he usually got into tended not to facilitate a getting to know you atmosphere. He would be concerned, but this was Ed. And currently, he was too ticked off at the trespassing and attempted destruction of camp property thing. That and he was in the middle of a fight, so it was not the time to be pondering the finer points of camper personalities and backstories.

Speaking of the fight, this was getting interesting. For a minute, Remus was sure he had the upper hand. Not that he wasn’t always stubbornly sure about that, which might have been a bit prideful but it was him. As soon as he had his grip around the kid’s arm, he was sure the battle was over. He was wrong. At least, he learned that later. For a minute, as Edmund twisted away from him, Remus could taste victory. The next, he could taste his own blood. Edmund had a hard head. And it had been used quite well to bash in Remus’ lower lip and give him a sharp metallic taste. He could vaguely hear one or both of the dogs barking wildly, but paid no attention to it. The blow, however, was thankfully not enough to pull Ed’s arm from his grasp. Enough to loosen it, yes, but that was momentarily fixed. He yanked all the harder, putting as much force into it as he could. “You smarmy little bug, you are going to pay for that!” He was so ready to call this battle won. Even if it took the hard way to get it that way. Since when had he ever been so troubled by the rougher route?

Tag: Ed
Word Count: 556
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One thing made contact with Remus: Edmund's head. He had always been told by his teachers that he was hard headed metaphorically: he supposed it was true physically too. The start of a dull ache in his head distracted him momentarily from the increasing pressure on his arm; Stone had a hard jaw. He was probably going to end up adding "headache" to the list of things he'd have to fight through in tomorrow's first cohort training session. At least Edmund had the satisfaction in knowing that he had made contact with Remus' mouth. He had gotten his bonus points, not what he had actually wanted to achieve. Oh well. Edmund went to wrench his arm away again, hoping that the blow to the mouth had perhaps delayed the praetor in the slightest. At first, the head bash had seemed to work: Stone's grip seemed slightly looser, but it tightened into a statue the moment Edmund went to yank it away. The momentums started going in opposite directions again and Edmund's arm was once again being forced into an odd position. This time though, Stone kept pushing harder, forcing it back more; Edmund had near to no room to go anywhere except side to side, which wouldn’t by any means help his arm. Either way though, he kept trying to get it out of Stone’s grasp, which, in retrospect, made what happened next a lot worse.

He was still trying so hard to ignore the feeling of building pressure in his arm, that he didn't even hear Stone's yelling or the dogs' barking. The pain in his arm (or maybe even his head if he lost enough cells from bashing the praetor’s lip) was making everything sound fuzzy. In one of his attempts Edmund spun around to try and pinwheel his arm, but just as he turned, he felt Remus’ full weight as he went to force his arm back again. For a second, the pain seemed to stop, and Edmund's arm felt like it had detached from his body, numb. He heard what happened before he felt it. It was one of the first sounds that he had heard after he had been admitted into the Legion. A sound that had stuck with him for seven years; one he hoped to never hear again, especially inside his own body, but no. The universe just loved proving him wrong. Snap. Just the sound and Edmund knew something was very wrong. For a moment, he didn't feel anything, but his brain was apparently already on hyperdrive: the color started to drain from his face and he started feeling dizzily sick. Stars popped in his line of vision and for a few seconds he couldn't see anything. That's when the pain started.

It started as a dull ache, but then within seconds it turned sharp and piercing. Edmund whimpered slightly, his body automatically curling to favor and protect his left arm. He tried to move, he really did, but his body just didn't want to. Fight through the pain... You're fine... Then the thought that Stone could kill him if he stayed still too long entered his brain. How long had he been still in shock? A broken arm wouldn't and couldn't stop Edmund Simons from completely stopping a fight. Was he being irrational? Yes. Stupid? Arguably. But this was Edmund and he had been trained to fight through pain. Half grimacing and trying not to move his broken arm too much, he took his right arm and threw a punch at Stone's face.

OOC: o.o hope that was okay
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Remus hadn’t expected what happened next. Albeit, he was shooting for maybe dislocation of something like that but even he didn’t think he was strong enough to break bones. Apparently he was wrong. What was even weirder was that he felt a stab of guilt at having pushed him that hard. There were some times even he had to admit that the price was not worth it and that people didn’t need to get hurt. And now was one of those times. Perhaps his temper had gotten the better of him. He knew it happened a lot more than it should. Usually it didn’t involve someone getting their arm snapped in half though.

He let go of Ed’s now oddly bend arm and wiped the blood from his chin from the kid’s annoyingly hard head. As far as he was concerned, the fight was over. He had proven his point. And Ed needed to get to the infirmary. The last thing the idiot needed was for there to get to be some complication or infection or something. Remus didn’t know a whole lot about medicine himself. He knew how to take someone down, and that was about the extent of his anatomy and physics knowledge. That was all you really needed around here, after all.

That was one of the reasons Remus was not expecting retaliation. Edmund was supposed to give up, not keep fighting! Wasn’t it obvious he had lost? Then again, he had to commend the kid for taking it like a Roman. But not right now. Right now he had to get his nose out of the way of Edmund’s fist. Which he barely just managed to do in time to take the blow to the cheek instead of dead center. “Are you stupid!? Give up! This isn’t that important that you have to be an idiot! Now take your tissue box and get to the infirmary or I’ll take you there on a stretcher!” Which, for once, was an empty threat coming from him. Like he’d already said, this was one of those days it plain old wasn’t worth the trouble. Sure, he’d been trespassing and trying to destroy camp property, but was it really worth a broken arm and who knows what else the idiot would get if he kept fighting? Sure, that had almost entirely been his fault, but still. That didn’t mean that he agreed with it. He rubbed the side of his face angrily and grabbed the still whining metal box, which appeared to thankfully have lost its taste for human blood for the time being, and shoved it at Ed. “Now get out of my sight and don’t let me catch you sneaking in here again or you’ll be a lot sorrier.” Enough was enough.

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Word Count: 464
Notes: sadly short, but to the point

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Two things happened that Edmund didn't exactly expect. First: he connected with Remus again; it almost looked like Ed's punch had been unanticipated. Well, if Stone thought that the younger demigod would stop fighting just because his arm was hanging at an odd angle, completely useless, then he was badly mistaken. The second unanticipated turn: Stone let Ed's injured arm go. Ah well. All the more power to him! Actually... no, never mind. Edmund couldn't move his left arm in any useful manner; besides, even if he jarred it an inch, spiderwebs of pain would flow from the break and out. He learned that as soon as he connected the punch: the force rippled through Ed's right arm, through chest and even down his left arm. The demigod cringed slightly, never more aware how much one movement of one of his arms could be felt in the other. Starts started appearing again and Edmund started blinking, desperate to get his vision back.

Then Stone opened his mouth, and Edmund was able to get his verdict on the stupidity level of this continuing fight. Well, arguably, it could have been a lot worse. The bone could have popped the skin; he had heard horror stories about that in the hospital. Hospital. Infirmary. He was probably going to be forced there. No. He wasn't going. He refused! His mind started reeling. The book Yates gave him probably had methods for splining. Edmund could probably, a-maturely fix his own leg or someone else's broken arm, but he wasn't exactly sure how trying to fix his own broken arm was going to go. After Stone's spiel, Ed was about to open his mouth retaliate: to say that he wasn't going to give up, that it was worth it to him, but then the inevitable, the infirmary, was brought up. Edmund looked up, trying to look defiant (although it was probably less effective with a pale face and the fact that black spots were still obscuring his vision, so no direct eye contact). "I'm not g-" Something was shoved Edmund's his chest and once again he was reminded how the feeling in one part of the body could easily affect the other. He bit his tongue down and his good arm automatically went to hold onto the object. Cinny.

Well, now he was in a dilemma. He couldn't exactly continue the fight from this position without haphazardly dropping Cinny and causing even more pain. This broken arm was easily along side his burns in the pain departement. Besides, Stone seemed quite set on halting this fight where it was and sending Ed to the sick bay. Which would be better? "Going there" himself or having people surround him to drag him there on a stretcher? The former, obviously. On any other occasion, Edmund would continue the fight. He wanted to continue the fight. But, thing was, Stone had a point: his arm was broken and he was fighting a loosing battle that he could win another day. Edmund blinked, finally getting his proper vision back. His first order of business? Glaring at Stone through the pain spasms in his arm. Much better now that he could actually see him. Without acknowledgement of his last sentence, Edmund turned, left arm starting to discolor and swell, and stalked out of the room. He'd be back.

OOC: No no! It was great! Sorry if this is bad... safari closed out, so this is V2. Also... THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN *snuggles*
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