Friendly Chat ~ Remus

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Felicity shivered. It wasn't from the cold, it was a nice easy fifty-five degrees outside. The shiver was because of where she was standing. The Fields of Mars, Camp Jupiters own little war field. Last summer Felicity and a few other campers had had a real tough day, all were insanely tired. Yet they showed no weakness. They were Romans. For Felicity it had already been a stressful day enough after receiving a letter complaining from her mom complaining about how Felicity didn't write her little siblings birthday cards. That day Felicity was weak emotionally and physically. That is when the familiar pull in the gut started. The next thing she knew an army of dead ancient Greek soldier were birthed from the ground and attacked her fellow campers. She yelled at the soldier to stop but by the time she had finally banished them all back to the Underworld there was far too many causalities.

Felicity took a deep breath then felt a cold breeze next to her. She smiled. "Salve Remus!" Felicity exclaimed. Next to her stood a man around his late twenties, early thirties. He had olive mediteranian skin. Black curly hair and a fire in his eyes similar to that which the child of Mars have. He looked almost normal, minus the robes he wore and the faint transparency around him. "Felicity, salve." Remus said softly. "Why come back to a place that brings you sorrow?" He asked in Latin. His voice was gruff.

Felicity sighed and looked at her friend. "The same reason you keep appearing in New Rome. To remember and see the change. I regret what I did here. Do you regret what your brother did to you?" Felicity replied solemnly. She could still hear the screams of her comrades, feel the life force being torn from them in battle. She swore to herself it would never happen again. She looked at Remus as he pondered her question.

"No. It was my destiny to die so that my brother may build the eternal city. Granted he had to be conceited and name it after himself." Remus added with a chuckle. Felicity couldn't help but smirk. Her old friend still confused her. How could one who had died from his brothers hand still not feel hatred. He had been unaccepted. Remus looked at Felicity as if he could read her thoughts. "We had many disagreements on how we wanted to rule, hence why he made the line between our cities. I was foolish to believe he wouldn't keep his word. We were brothers after all. Once I was greeted in the Underworld I was distraught with anger. After the many centuries I know look back at the work he had down in my passing but I can't help but feel it was right what happened to me." Remus said.

Felicity knitted her eyebrows like she often did when she was confused. Something about his story just seemed off. However, in the past seven year since being in New Rome Remus has never once tried to cause it harm. Still she couldn't help feeling weary. "I guess that makes sense. Let's change the subject to something lighter though. All this talk of death just makes me depressed." Felicity said with a laugh. Remus chuckled too. Being the daughter of Pluto you couldn't help but being around death all the time. Eventually the depression goes away and death is suddenly a common every day thing.

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Remus was fully aware that people hated him. In fact, it seemed, even to him sometimes, like he was encouraging the beliefs. After all, people generally didn’t go for the sullen, angry most of the time type when they were looking for people to pal around with. Ah well. He wasn’t terribly torn up by it. And he was used to the knowledge that talking unpleasantly about him behind his back happened. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing, as one would usually hope a leader to be someone respected, but hey, no one had pulled a Et Tu Brute on him so he figured for the time being he was good. And no one, except maybe August one time, had ever suggested he just up and take his overdue retirement, so that was something as well.

Take, for instance, the meetings he just had to sit through to hear about what the latest issues that were circulating around the camp and a meet and greet with a ten year old legacy of Ceres who was coming from New Rome to report for duty. Poor kid looked scared, but Remus had to admit he was rather proud of the little sprout for the very effective brave face he was putting on. He knew the talk that went on about Remus even in New Rome and still stood up straight and brave in the middle of the understandably imposing Principia. Good on him. Though the whole thing had worn Remus down a good deal, so he grabbed something from the Mess and headed for Temple Hill to spend a little quality time both getting some fresh air and paying tribute to his dad. All without bothering to change out of his regular praetor uniform. And Aurum had seemed to want to go along, so who was he to deny the gold greyhound a walk? Argentum was off elsewhere, likely trying to keep track of Zidane or simply patrolling the area around the Principia. Best to let rhetorically sleeping automatons lay.

One thing he was not expecting as he was walking along the road connecting Camp Jupiter to New Rome and Temple Hill, was his name. And even more so, someone actually sounding pleased saying it. He stopped short, Aurum coming to a halt beside him and looking around with bright red, alert eyes, but otherwise staying silent. He looked around for the speaker and was surprised to see Felicity – he was usually bad with names, but one tended to remember someone that a lot of people whispered nonsense rumors and superstitions about – a daughter of Pluto he had to admit he’d never taken the time to talk to though she seemed nice enough, standing out in the field, looking off into the distance toward New Rome so that, by all appearances, she probably hadn’t even noticed him there. Which only made the thought that she should be exclaiming a hello to him in Latin randomly all the more confusing.

And then he saw it and a chill ran down his spine. A low growl came from his side, but a small gesture silenced the dog. He was used to seeing the purple hazy Lares floating about, but this was different. Remus would have thought him a real man if it weren’t for the fact that most of the time, you couldn’t see trees through real, living people. No, he was dead alright. And the longer he watched, the more curious he became. After a minute or two, he couldn’t help it. He altered his course to head very slowly, nearer Felicity and the figure, Aurum at his heel. He could just hear speaking, and thought it sounded like Latin, but picking out individual words was near impossible. It was fascinating to watch, though. He couldn’t exactly say that watching legionnaires converse with dead people, besides the Lares, was a common occurrence. Perhaps he shouldn’t’ have been so surprised, though. She was a child of the big three, after all, and the one that ruled over the Underworld, so the idea that death was sort of something she dealt with, if not was gifted with, seemed to fit. Odd as it was to actually witness.

The breeze blew his direction and it made it slightly easier to hear things, if only for a minute or two. And what he heard didn’t help the effort of trying to understand what exactly was going on. The ghost was speaking. Something about centuries passing, looking back, and something right happening. Which cleared things up about as much as throwing mud on an already foggy window. The Felicity said something about talking about death. Was that what it was? Well, if they guy was centuries old, which his attire definitely seemed to attest to that, then death was sort of an understandable thing. Didn’t give Remus any grand insight though. And, well, eventually he just couldn’t stand simply standing by anymore. Besides, he was pushing his luck, being only about 50 feet away and hoping neither of them noticed him. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt. Um, Felicity? Who’s your friend?” His tone was neutral, not skeptic or accusing. If anything, maybe a touch cautious and curious. Even though he wasn’t really sure what the rules of etiquette were for interrupting a conversation between a child of Pluto and some really old dead guy. Wasn’t exactly something you learned around in the Camp Jupiter welcome tutorial.

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At the sound of the familiar voice Felicity jumped slightly giving into the common bodily instinct when surprised. She glanced at the praetor and his automaton hound. She tried to keep a neutral face at his attire. The praetors seemed to always be clad in purple robes with golden armor glinting away. She personally thought it was funny and maybe too breezy downstair for some. Felicity enjoyed keeping to her jeans and tees. However Felicity knew that if Remus had appeared then something must be off. Could it be because of who she was talking to? But, Remus had asked. Felicity took a deep breath, everyone knew she could talk to the deceased, but was it considered treason to talk to the founder of Romes brother? She glanced up at the semi-transparent her eyes begging the question of whether or not it was okay to reveal his identity. The Lare gave a soft nod indicating it was okay. Felicity glanced back at the praetor. "Remus, oh-awkward, this is the Remus, brother of Romulus and son of Mars." Felicity answered in English and glance at the lare Remus for an expression. He nodded in approval, even though with his only understanding of language being Latin and some English swear words, he probably had no idea what Felicity even said. Though Felicity has tried time and again to teach Remus the English language, however whenever the Lare got mad at the grammar and spelling he would disappear back to the Underworld.

"Salve, Remus" Remus said as an addition to Felicitys introduction. However, Felicity could barely contain a laugh as Remus face broke into one of confusion. She figured it was weird for him to say his own name but not in a reference to himself. A breeze blew by and Remus face became disoriented for a few seconds before the ghostly image reappeared again. "He can only speak Latin fluently, and some very colorful words in English." Felicity stated in order to late avoid a communication error.

Felicity glanced at the automaton hound. The gold metal glinting in the sun. She would be lying if she said she had never seen the hound before. It had always fascinated her. How a precious metal can be changed to create a precious creature. She could sense the rare metal of the dog. Although she was embarrased by the fact she didn't know the mechanical dogs name. "Whats...uh...the dogs name" Felicity said in a way to not make the confusion of gender awkward. Then again did automatons have genders?

Remus walked, but more like glided towards Felicity to say something privately to her. "Quid hic agis, ipsum. Facere novum amicum.** Remus whispered. Felicitys cheek blushed a little. Although she couldn't deny she was curious what the famed preator was doing. Perhaps he was just taking a leisurly stroll, or worse, Felicity was in trouble.

Felicity cleared her throat before speaking. "Um, Remus was wondering what business you are attending to. Also this is going to get really confusing with two Remuses." Felicity ended with a soft nervous laugh. Then she put up a neutral emotion. That way if there was bad news she would be neutral. However, if there was no news towards her she wouldn't seem to have relied on that too much. Still she couldn't shake what Remus had said to her in Latin, "make a friend.". Gods, if that lare had any idea.

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**(What is he doing here, ask him. Make a new friend.)

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Remus hadn’t really meant to startle her, but really, now that he thought about it, that was sort of a normal reaction to someone out of the blue showing up next to you and saying something. In a rare show of not being a total jerk, he frowned slightly. “Sorry.” Which was a very unusual word to come out of the son of Mars’ mouth. He looked between her and the ghost, but up close, the guy didn’t look any more familiar than he had from the via. Until she introduced him. His jaw dropped, but he didn’t even notice it. This was the real Remus, the original man he’d always admired, even if he hadn’t been the one to come out on top. Hey, being named after someone did have a way of getting one’s interest in said person up. This man standing – floating? – in front of him was, as far as Remus was concerned, just as much a founder of Rome as his brother. He just got the bad luck of not living to see it flourish.

Thankfully at least, he realized he was acting like an idiot and closed his mouth before bowing. Meeting the Remus was somewhere on the same line as meeting an Olympian in Remus’ mind. Also thankfully, Felicity cleared up the whole language barrier thing as he straightened up, before he got to say anything. He gave her a quick thanks, tried not to laugh at the idea that the only English the guy knew was swear words – seemed fitting for a kid of Mars no matter what era – and switched over to Latin. “It is truly an honor to meet you, Remus. I have often looked up to you.” He looked to Felicity at her question, then glanced to the dog, who was presently trying to sniff the ghost to no avail, with a hint of a smile. “His name is Aurum. Convenient for remembering, I would say,” he answered, keeping in Latin without even thinking about it. The way the trained people here, everyone was just as fluent in Latin as they were in English, so he hardly even noticed the change. “He’s nice enough as long as he doesn’t have reason not to be.”

He stopped short when Remus – the real Remus! He still couldn’t quite get his head around that one – glided over to Felicity and whispered something he couldn’t catch. Then again, that was usually the purpose of whispering. And after all, he had interrupted their conversation, so they really had every right to want to ask him to leave or whatever. Though when Felicity addressed him, it wasn’t to tell him to buzz off. He had to admit he was a little confused as to why the ghost-Remus was talking through Felicity. He vaguely wondered if he wasn’t deemed worthy or something, which wasn’t all that pleasant a thought, so he pushed that idea away.

“I was just… going to temple hill,” he said, which sounded a bit lame. And especially talking to the real Remus, his little plastic bag with a piece of processed meat in it looked all the more pathetic. He smiled a little at the comment about two Remus’. That was for sure. Now that he took a step back from his awe at meeting the ancient Remus, he realized she was right. “Well, then, for the sake of current situation, you can just call me Stone.” Which was really a normal thing for people to call him, but that was mostly people who didn’t like him at all (which was a lot of people) and weren’t really on that friendly first-name basis. Felicity seemed pretty nice, though, so the idea of going by his surname with her seemed all the more unusual.

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Notes: So I admit I woke up in the middle of the night and finished this while still tired, so no promises on quality…

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Felicity arched her eyebrow off the most uncommon word to come out of Remus mouth. A sorry, wow! Then when she saw his jaw drop it was too much for her to stifle a laugh. However, she didn't howl with laughter in front of the praetor, more of a smirk and giggle. Then the lare Remus arched his eyebrow when Remus bowed. Felicity had never seen him act this way. Usually he was emotionless and war ready, at least from what she had seen. She was amazed that even he could be different in a way.

As Remus spoke to Remus Felicity couldn't help but notice a twinge of excitement in his voice. Then Remus replied in Latin."I thank you. Although, most look up at my brother, for obvious reasons. Your Latin is very good. Felicity said that every legionnaire is taught to learn it?" Felicity smiled at the conversation that was beginning to bloom between the two Remus's.

Felicity glanced down at the Dog at the answer to her question. It was trying to sniff the Lare but the nose kept going through the tangible being. Felicity giggled before bending down to the dog. "Hi Aurum, hey boy. Thats a lare. No harm will come I promise. Felicity said in English while giving the dog a smile. She always wished she could have dog since she was little, however her mom had a strict no dog rule. When she came to camp she thought things might be different but, unfortunately, it wasn't. So she started to hang out with lost Hellhound puppies and helping them find their way home. When the hellhounds were puppies they were no real threat, except to their own tail. They still had the innocence to make them, well, innocent, and friendly.

When Remus answered the questions the Remus acknowledged. "To eat, it looks like. He looked at the meat like it was a science specimen. "What exactly is that?. The Remus asked in question. Felicity knew that the eating habits of people now were much different to the people in Remus time. She thought, she had never actually shown Remus the food she ate nowadays, so obviously this was a new phenomenon to him. "Sorry, I haven't exactly shown him what foods we ate now." Felicity mumbled.

She knit her eyebrows together. What kind of a name was Stone? Obviously, it fit his demeanor at times but, stone, really? "Why Stone?" Felicity asked as curiosity stroke her. Remus nodded as if he had also been wondering the same thing. "Stooone, stone, stoneee? Remus mumbled trying the word on for size. Although since it was English it was an awkward fit in his mouth. Felicity smiled as his face distorted in weird ways as he mimicked the word and pronounced each vowel.

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Remus was beside himself, though he tried not to show it. There weren’t a lot of stories about the old Remus, mostly because the guy had died before he’d gotten the chance to do the great things that Remus was sure he would have. The chance to actually talk to the guy? This was a dream. Though suddenly Felicity’s ability to talk to dead people didn’t seem quite so foreign. He’d never thought of the fact that a whole lot of really interesting people were dead. Napolean, Caesar, Winston Churchill, you name it. Though this for sure topped the charts. He was having a conversation, in real time, with the real Remus. “I’m sure you would have done Rome just as much justice as your brother and you deserve just as much credit, in my opinion,” he spoke in Latin. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t extremely pleased at getting a compliment from the Remus. If there was ever a time that Remus could be described as ‘fangirling’, it was right now. “Thank you. Yes, it is part of our training here to learn to be fluent in Latin.”

He looked over as Aurum seemed to be making a new friend. The automaton had abandoned its futile attempts at learning anything about the semi-visible man via scent and had turned its attention to Felicity instead. It wasn’t often that people dared to pay Aurum and Argentum a lot of personal attention besides maybe Remus and Zidane. They were meant to be intimidating and an extra level of defense or offense, not cuddly pets. Though Aurum seemed to be enjoying the attention. If it were possible for the metallic face to show much emotion, he was pretty sure it would be looking quite excited. At least its glowing red eyes seemed to be a notch brighter.

Remus looked back to the other Remus – yeah this could be confusing – and was a little surprised at the idea of a picnic on temple hill. “Oh, actually, I was going to make an offering to Mars.” He looked down at the thick hamburger patty in the baggie and could only imagine how weird it looked to the older Roman. “It’s cow meat. Ground and pressed to make it easier to eat. They sort of frown on sacrificing whole cows these days, I’m afraid…” He looked to Felicity and had to smile. It couldn’t be easy dealing with the culture differences. “Yeah, guess we do a few things differently these days, huh?” He frowned when she asked about the name though. He was so used to just knowing it offhand that it didn’t always occur to him that others didn’t necessarily know it. His frown turned into the hint of a smile, though not mocking or anything of the sort. “It’s my last name. Remus Dominus Stone.” He looked over to Remus as he tried out the word. He remembered back to when he was first learning Latin and the foreign sound of all the words. Then again, demigods were hardwired for Latin, so it hadn’t been too bad. But for Remus – the one standing in from of him, that was – it wasn’t the same case. How could someone born long before a language was even invented have a knack for it? He nodded encouragement to the pretty good pronunciation, if with a bit of an unusual accent. “It means ‘lapis’.” Might as well help the guy out in getting used to a strange new word in a strange new language. Even though translating for someone from Latin to English like this did feel weird. He looked between them and continued in Latin for Remus’ benefit and since Felicity was just as fluent in it as well, it worked. “So what about you two? Seems an odd place for striking up conversation.” He couldn’t say he’d ever thought of the Field of Mars as a popular hangout.

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Felicity smirked at the sudden demeanor of Remus. Gods, he looked like a girl attending a Justin Bieber concert. Felicity resist the sudden urge to laugh that was building inside her. Usually Remus was as quiet and vague as well, a stone, which now suddenly made sense to her. Remus gruff voice acknowledged Remus, Stone, whatevers comment. "Well it seems like the Gods favored my brother. Although, I'm afraid that the Rome you know today would be, extremely different. My brother did a very great job, I am proud to be related to him." Remus nodded as if he was impressed by the drilling of Latin into little kids mind. It at least made conversing better. Plus, if they ever went to a top secret war they all had a common dead language to associate it.

Felicity smiled at the automaton. The eyes seemed brighter. It seemed to be enjoying the attention. This caused Felicity to wonder if anyone actually spent a moment to play fetch with. It was obvious they went on walks, as Aurum was doing so now. Though Felicity vaguely remembered there being two dogs following Remus around before. "Uh, Remu-Stone, ack, confusing. Didn't you have two dogs before? Also when was the last time you played fetch with them? They seemed socially deprived." Felicity said in a half-joke. She honestly couldn't tell if the dogs were socially deprived. After all they were automatons. Felicity was still jealous of the preator for having mechanical dogs. Though, she couldn't ever be too mad at them.

Remus smiled at the mention of Mars and food offerings. "No matter what kind of meat I'm sure our father will be proud of the protein you are giving him. Back in my day I had to find an ox and burn it alive in offering. The Gods didn't get much appreciation in the early days of Rome. They were too constantly referred to in their Greek counterparts." Remus said with a sneer at the mention of Greeks. Felicity stifled a laugh at Remus profound statement about protein and offerings. She had never heard the lare talk so haughtily before. To her he spoke more as a grief counselor, of best friend. Though she dared not to mention her personal attachments, he wasn't too found of those. He enjoyed learning about New and Old Rome though. In fact Felicity had started making a plan to visit the actual Rome shortly after her time in the Legion was up. That way she could show Remus it. Of course she would have to shadow travel there since flying and sailing were big no-nos. Then again she could always ask Clare to tag along, that way they could go by a boat.

Both Felicity and Remus nodded their heads when Remus/Stone told about the Stone name. Felicity felt a tad embarrassed by the fact she didn't know the Praetors last name. All those council meetings when they had to state their names. Gods, she was deaf. Remus chuckled. "Stone and Lapis, don't even sound similar. Your native language is so, confusing at times. How you learn it in the infant stage is beyond me." Remus stated sarcastically.

When Felicity heard Remus/Stones question she could feel the blush reach her cheeks. Oh, not-""She was remembering her incident last summer. She still has not come to grips with it. She comes here at least every other week and just stares. I worry for her sanity sometimes. How can she embrace her best with such a mistake shrouding her judgement. As a lare I can sense the power of the Underworld inside her, yet she keeps it on a tight lid. Why, I don't know. Sometimes I-""SHUT UP REMUS!!!! Felicity yelled at the interrupting, blabbering lare. Gods, it was just something she did. It didn't show weakness. This was her way of coming grips to the past. It was a reminder to never let her lose control. Though she couldn't deny she had kept a lid on her powers the past year, never letting her reach full potential. "Sorry Praetor, and Remus." Felicity muttered while looking down and kicking her foot into the dirt to help hide the embarrassment that was em blazed on her cheeks. How could she do that to her friend and Remus. Gods, she was a psycho.

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Remus had to say, he was utterly blown away by talking to this guy. As though it wasn’t totally obvious already. If he was a fan before, he was insanely so now. This guy had been sent upriver as a baby, raised by Lupa, then by farmers, then attempted to help found a great city that would become an even greater empire, and gotten killed by his brother in the process. And here he was, narrowing it all down to the gods favor and saying he was proud to be related to Romulus, like there was no hard feelings between them at all. Then again, they could easily have sorted that out after Romulus died most likely. But still, it wasn’t something he was expecting. From the time he was little and his mom would tell him the story of the founding of Rome. Out of all the stories his mom told, both mythical and traditional, that was his favorite. Likely because he always believed he had some relation to the old Remus due to sharing a name, and come to find when he was older, he did have a relation to him. The guy was his half-brother. But all the same, he’d never thought it was fair that Romulus killed him when he was little. Every time they read it, he’d tell his mom that that wasn’t very nice and that he was going to make it up to Remus by being extra brave and bringing back Remus’ honor because the myth-Remus deserved it.

And now here he was, talking to the very guy from the stories, the same guy a young Remus had always looked up to and aspired to make the world see what he saw. Only, he certainly didn’t seem like the type who needed a five year old pledging to defend his honor. In fact, that might be considered an insult. So he decided probably best not to mention that in front of him. It took him a moment to come up with something to say. It was one of those awkward moments where you meet your lifetime hero and all you can think to say is ‘you’re really great’ and then you walk away like a complete idiot. He’d heard that happen to someone years ago and had always assumed it wouldn’t happen to him, seeming as his greatest role models either were dead, like Remus, or didn’t visit people much at all, like his father. “Your positive attitude towards it all is admirable. I don’t know if I could have your grace under pressure under the same situation. Have… have you spoken to your brother since the he passed on?”

He looked over when Felicity spoke up. He hoped she wasn’t taking offense at his interest in her friend. In all honesty, he did like Felicity. She was strong-willed and determined, and yet at the same time she could be nice, and somehow she dealt with the rubbish rumor people spread about her and the few challenges she’d had in her past. “Oh, yes, there are two. Argentum is the other. Last I saw him, he was hanging out with Zidane.” At her question, he paused. Fetch? He couldn’t say he’d ever thought of it. “Um, never, that I’m aware of. The last praetors might have, but not that I saw. Heck, if you want to help get them socially un-deprived, go for it.” Since she seemed to be getting along well with Aurum, and she did look like she was enjoying herself talking to the automaton. Seemed only fair.

Remus was given yet another reason to pause when old-Remus started talking about giving Mars protein. Well, that was a wording one didn’t hear much anymore. And burning an ox alive? That sounded a bit messy. Though at the mention of Greeks, his expression went dark. “Yes, unfortunately dark times for the land. Under the rule of heathens, how distasteful. Thankfully, they got a taste of real civilization under Roman rule.” Then the topic moved to language and names and Remus couldn’t help but smile as old-Remus commented on the completely unrelatedness of that particular word. “Yes, well, on the bright side, we still use a lot of Latin words in our English today. And even more that sound like their Latin counterpart.”

He fell silent as old-Remus, much to Felicity’s displeasure it would seem, went on about Felicity’s worrisome tendencies. He couldn’t’ honestly say that he wasn’t worried as well. Why hadn’t he guessed that that would still be weighing so heavily on her mind. Though at least every other week? He sort of had to agree with old-Remus. This wasn’t right, wasn’t helpful at all for her. Though her sudden interruption startled him, he was right back to serious a moment later. He waved off her apology. “Don’t worry about it, Felicity. But really, is he right? You come out here that often?” Suddenly it didn’t matter so much that the old Remus was here. Felicity, a fellow legionnaire and someone under his responsibility, as well as a good person in general, was suffering. Odd though it may sound to anyone else, Remus felt he needed to do something about it. “Felicity, don’t beat yourself up. Next time you feel overwhelmed… you’re welcome to come to the principia. Coming back here every time just stirs the memories right back up to the surface, and that won’t let it heal very fast. I mean, I’m sure Remus can help, but if it’s alright by you and him, I’d like to help too. You shouldn’t feel you have to overcome this on your own. As I’m sure Remus agrees.” Thankfully, he was still stuck in the Latin-speaking ditch, so most likely the ghost-Remus would have been able to catch all of that. He looked over at the semi-visible man with a questioning look to make sure he hopefully wasn’t overstepping any bounds by inviting her to come to him as well if she needed help. After all, she could tell from the way they both talked that them meeting like this was not a new thing.

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Felicity couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the question Remus asked Remus. She had never thought to ask her friend that. For some reason it struck her as odd question. She just assumed that Remus and Romulus had met up in the Underworld and had a grand old time, patted each other on the back, and called it okay. Was she really that naive and optimistic? The lare glanced at Remus as if he was pondering on an answer. "I have spoken to my brother since he departed the world of the living. However, it was not for too long. He is trying for the Isles of the Blest. So he spent perhaps forty years in Elysiu, with me before choosing to reincarnate. If my memory serves me right he should be on his final and third reincarnation around this time period." Remus said with a smile. However, this made Felicity wonder why Remus didn't ever try to be reincarnated? Was he afraid of being murdered again? Or was he just happy being where he was in Elysium?

Felicity took Remus advice and went for it. She grabbed a stick and threw straight into the field. She watched as the automaton seemed confused at first but then briskly went to retrieve the stick. A smile flickered on Felicitys face.

Remus smirked at Remuses statement about the heathens being brought real civilization under Roman rule. "Careful not to be too cocky of your enemy Remus. That type of thinking can get you killed. Heathens or not." Remus stated sternly. It was cockiness that got him killed. He didn't actually believe his brother would shoot him down, after all they were blood. However that one tiny leap over that one tiny wall was the reason for his ultimate defeat. Of course once Romulus joined him in the Underworld all hard feelings were worked out and Romulus admitted feeling guilty about it. At the mention of how Latin is used in English Remus scrunched his forehead. "Your language is too confusing." He said a bit annoyed at the English language.

After the out burst Felicity was not prepared for the aftermath. She kept her head down and kicked dirt. A mound had formed in front of her foot. At Remus question she just shrugged. She didn't want to admit it. Weakness wasn't suppose to flow through Roman blood, it was an impurity. She couldn't face them. She still felt the brand of embarrassment burn her face. She knew if she spoke she would say something she would regret, or worse, cry. She could already feel her throat tightening. She swallowed in hopes of untightening it. Felicity glanced up as Remus finished speaking. An eyebrow was raised and she figured a look of confusion was plastered on her face. Remus actually wanted to help? Did she hit her head on a wall earlier? This couldn't be real. The praetor son of mars wanting to help the scorned daughter of Pluto. Though she couldn't deny he had a point.

Felicity took a deep breath before acknowledging Remus. "Yes I come here that often. It's not the memories that trouble me. I just don't want anything like this to happen again. It serves as more of a reminder. You can't say that you honestly hope that I would be alright after that incident. You know how many causalities happened that day. I was surprised I wasn't kicked out of camp!" Felicity stated coldly. Besides how could anyone help? Sure this camp was meant to help them and train them, and it was working. Felicity was just too unpredictable sometimes. "Not to sound unthankful. I know I need some help overcoming this but you can ask Remus there. Its tough to get me to cooperate about this incident." Felicity stated as she nodded towards the lare. The lare nodded in agreement before a thought flickered in his ghostly mind.

"Perhaps the Principia idea is best for you Felicity. You stated the last time you needed to quit coming back here. So why come back? It was about a year ago. Eventually this will consume you and you won't be able to repay the legion from this tragedy. If you master your abilities and know your breaking point you can help save this Legion time and time again." The lare stated calmly. Felicity just glared at him. It was true that he spoke reason. That was one downside to dead people, their advice always seemed to be right. Though she wan't sure the Legion wanted to be buddy buddy with her for awhile at least. Besides she looked at it as having only three years left and just moving, unfortunately, into New Rome for the rest of her life. Maybe she could just disappear in the hordes of people and shops."Perhaps." That was all the reply Felicity gave the lare.

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Remus – old Remus that was – made him think with the answer he gave. The Isles of the Blest. He’d be a liar if he said that he’d never dreamt of the place. Though he’d never seen it for obvious reasons, it just sounded too wonderful to be true. Many times he wished he could try out for it. But now that he was trying to look at it from old-Remus’ perspective, it was a whole lot different. “I would think it would be hard for both parties. To know that upon his return, he likely won’t remember anything from his past lives. At least, I would think. I don’t know much on that though. But… I would think it hard to give that up. Or watch someone give that up.” Or be given up was what he’d almost said, but thought the better of it.

He looked over to Felicity as she tossed a stick for a rather confused Aurum. His attention came back to the other Remus when the topic regrettably changed to Greece. He wasn’t sure what to think about his response. He felt self-conscious of the reprimand, but at the same time, he was learning important lessons from the Remus. “Thank you for the advice. I shall bear it in mind. Hopefully New Rome won’t be up against any great foes again anytime soon. We’re still reeling from the last bout to some degree.

The look on Remus’ face regarding the English language made Remus laugh – a rare and unusual sound to be sure. “I’m afraid it’s rare for children to learn Latin anymore. But here you can be sure that people can communicate in your native tongue. So don’t worry about it.” He could only imagine what it would be like to be a couple thousand or so years old and just trying to learn a new language.

But there were more pressing matter than language skills and wondering if Rosetta Stone mad a Latin to English edition. Felicity needed help. And as heartless as people usually took him to be, he honestly wasn’t. So he listened to what she had to say quietly and attentively. “Felicity… I know that was a dark day. Trust me. I’m not saying that it should be taken lightly. But the best way to learn from the past is not to dwell on it.” He sighed slightly when she clarified just how stubborn she was. He was grateful for ghost-Remus’ interjection though. He had a decent point. “He’s right, you know? We have more dark days to come, I’m sure, and these we can’t avoid. We could use someone like you, with good skills and an even better head about her shoulders. So what do you say?”

He looked between ghost-Remus and Felicity a moment. It was so easy to tell they were used to hashing and rehashing this argument. No doubt she really had been coming here a ton and talking with him and trying to get over her own haunting (no pun intended) past. He felt a stab of… was that guilt? Yes, it seemed so. She had been going through this for a year and not only did he not notice, no one did. Or at least, no one cared. That sort of attitude just wasn’t right. At this point, he honestly didn’t care if Zidane was among those who didn’t like Felicity or not – though he didn’t seem the type to blindly hate anyone. She was welcome to visit the principia whenever she liked. She needed company. Living company. And well, it was time the Legion paid her her due rather than shove her aside. And a thought struck him. “Felicity, have you had lunch yet?” If they were going to be friends, or at least work together, may as well try to start out on the right foot. And he could save his offering for later. He was fairly certain his dad would understand or just get over it.

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The lare studied the Preator. He would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly proud to be related to this kid. He spoke well and dignified and made well not to cross where it was best to stay. Remus was fairly certain that the boy was going to say something about his abandonment in the Underworld. Truthfully, he thought of perhaps being reborn again. First he had to get the child of Pluto to get over her past and become a true Roman and daughter of Pluto. Though it was hard seeing his brother return, in a not his brother form. He remembered his past lives though, so whenever Romulus once again greeted death he remembered everything. "Ah, but that is where you are wrong. I am not sure what all I am allowed to reveal about death but you do remember all your past lives. How else were you suppose to keep track on how many lives you still had to live to reach the Isles?" Remus said with a slight smile. "Perhaps soon I to will try for another life. It's been a few years. It would be nice to interact with the world in a non-dead sense."

Felicity was half watching the living Remus's demeanor at the reprimand. It was different to see someone with authority to be some what chastised. However, just as Felicity guessed, Remus took with a sense of nobility. It made a smirk flicker on Felicitys face. It was nice to see the Preator act human, rare, but nice. The lare Remus nodded at Remus comment. Both Felicity and the lare knew of what danger they had previously faced. Felicity had fought as brave as she could and tried not to cause problems. Remus wasn't summoned during the fighting but Felicity explained it all to him. "Yes, I heard of your ordeal. Titans, what a messy business. It seems the world has become less civil from the times I once walked upon it." Remus stated with a stone face. Felicity wondered if everyone named Remus could perfect the stone expression. "Latin, I heard it was a dead language in this century now. I am glad that it is still living in some corner of the world" He added.

Felicity was about to argue back at Remus, but, he was right. She hated when she couldn't keep her stance on an argument. Debate team wouldn't have been the place for her is she was a normal teenager. She smirked though at the, was that a compliment? A better head, that comment was a tad funny to her. Though it was somewhat true. She didn't walk around camp as a walking talking legionairre robot like some did. She even dared to speak her mind from time to time, though she still didn't see how all that was useful. She pondered on his hanging question though. Could a simple answer really solve her problems? It wasn't a simple answer though, it was more of a promise. A promise to not come back here again, at least not for this reason. It was a promise to continue working hard for whatever threat may attack camp, her home. Felicity flashed Remus a smirk. "I guess I could always release these emotions in training. I'll be sure to use the dummies though, just in case." She stated with a hint of sarcasm, almost sounding like herself. Cheerful and optimistic. She caught a flash of a victorious smile on the Lare Remus face.

His final question caught her a bit off guard. Was this normal? Was it a training drill? She couldn't remember reading about a drill like this. When the praetor becomes a friend and invites you to eat lunch. Perhaps this was olympus pulling off another Demigod comedy shows, comedy for the gods, not so much the demigods. She did a quick, sneaky, glance around. She didn't see any cameras within visible sight. She knit her eyebrows together. "But I have-" She said pointing at the spot the lare stood. However, Remus had drifted away. When? She had no idea. How rude of him to not even say bye. "uh, okay then. Usually he says Bye. I hate when he just disappears. Probably got called on by Dad." Felicity said. It wouldn't be the first time. For some reason Remus always got called on her by her dad, it made her especially curious. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her stomach softly growl. Suddenly the lunch idea didn't sound too bad. "No, I haven't. Kinda skipped out on it today. Sure your Dad could wait on his....protein?" Felicity asked with a smile and slight laugh, her voice back to English. Protein, what a funny word to use for a sacrifice. It did make it sound less morbid though.

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Remus had to admit that this was a highlight of the week. First of all, Felicity was nice and it was good to actually talk to someone on a human, not war monster level. He made note of that. And talking to the original Remus? He couldn’t say that wasn’t incredibly interesting. And he certainly wasn’t expecting that tidbit on death. Though he did vaguely wonder if he was really supposed to know that or if Pluto might be a little unhappy. Last thing he wanted to do was get people in trouble – unless they deserved it for being slacker legionnaire and he was the one dealing the punishment; that he was okay with most of the time – or get Pluto angry with him. He smiled a little at the idea of Remus trying for another life. “Well then, if it’s in the timeline, hope to see you around New Rome.”

Remus glanced at Felicity and caught her smirking and for a moment gave her a questioning look. But his attention was brought back to the other Remus. He wondered for a second what Remus knew about the Titans. What was the world like when Remus was alive? No telling. Well, actually, he could just ask. But that would likely be a long, long conversation, and he didn’t want to make Felicity deal with his insatiable curiosity. “We have our share of problems, as I imagine there were in your time as well. All in all, it’s not too bad.” After all, it had its ups and its downs, as any time did. And it was at least a good time to be a child of the war god, considering there were so many battles to be fought of late. He gave the older Remus a bit of a smile at the comment on the Latin language. “Yes, we try to keep strong some of the glories of the old Rome. If you haven’t seen any of the ludii, I highly recommend it.”

The brief tension in the air was almost palatable. He looked between Felicity and Remus for a second. Almost out of instinct, he jumped in and, for a change from his normal, actually paid her a compliment. She’d nothing to earn anything less, after all. He was glad to hear she seemed to go for it. “Sounds like a good idea. Though, of course, you’re allowed to just vent about it too if you feel you need to. Can’t fault you for that.”

He wasn’t sure where it came from really, but before he knew it, he was asking her to lunch. Why? Okay, maybe it was nice to talk to someone like he wasn’t the biggest jerk in town. That was the best he could come up with. And he couldn’t deny that at first, just when she got the word ‘but’ out, he felt like a total idiot for even thinking she would agree and assumed she was about to tell him to shove off, which of course she had every right to do in this situation. But no, she was talking about the ghost she was keeping company with. Or had been. “Oh, I’m sorry. Really. I didn’t mean to interrupt and then just…yeah, I’m sorry.” There weren’t a lot of things he could legitimately feel bad about, but this was one of them.

He noticed her switch back to English and consciously made himself do the same – there was something about talking in Latin for a while that got you stuck thinking in it without making the effort to. He was a little surprised by her question though. In all honesty, he’d forgotten that he had been going to give his dad ground beef to begin with. He rather hoped his dad wasn’t aware of that as he found one of the few well-hidden and rarely used pocket. “He’ll get over it. Don’t tell him I said that though. Besides, there’s always later.” It was about then that he realized something that had been nagging at the back of his head for longer than he’d realized. “Maybe… I should go change first though.” He hadn’t cared before since he was alone and usually he didn’t mind drawing attention to the fact that he held a position of power here – okay, call him a bit egotistical – but standing next to Felicity in her perfectly normal attire, who also now had Aurum’s just about undivided attention, he was starting to feel like the sore thumb.

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Felicity couldn't help but smile at how awkward Remus was being. It took all her will to stifle a laugh. It wasn't in a teasing one though, she thought it was adorable. Of course, she would never audibly admit that either. It was a little different, not weird, just different. Remus is known for being the stone face Praetor or the robo-cop. Never once had Felicity seen this guy show this much emotion. She shot Remus one of her best friendly smiles. "Really, it's no big deal. He likes to disappear all the time. Sometimes I wonder if its my Dads funny idea of having someone to look after me. You have no need to be sorry. Trust me." Felicity said in a cheerful and friendly voice. She really didn't want Remus to feel awkward, then it would make her awkward. Two awkward people trying to hold a conversation is just...well..the term awkward silences had to to have come from somewhere.

She raised an eyebrow. Felicity was half expecting Remus to do a double take and then continue towards the temple to give Mars his sacrifice. Though, the word protein was much funnier to use. His answer worried Felicity a bit. She had seen some pretty bad scenes involving Mars, namely a certain friend constantly being turned into an animal. She didn't want anything bad to happen to Remus. Whoa, when did she start caring about him like that. Though, this caring didn't mean anything right? She worried about a lot of people. Edmund, Charlie and Clare. However, this worried feeling was different then the ones she had for her friends. This one was more intense. Of course, she couldn't reveal the feelings that she felt. Why did she have to crush on him of all people. Her chances were going to be real slim. "Are you sure Lord Mars won't get angry. We don't need another Wilbur incident." Felicity said looking down to try to get rid of the blush creeping on her cheeks.

Felicity smiled at Remus. That made her feel really awkward inside. Sure, he did look like a sore thumb all dressed for Praetor duties while she was in normal clothes. It felt nice to be out of armor every once in awhile. Besides, today was an easy day for her cohort and she didn't see the need to drape on the armor and deal with all that nuisance. She thought for a moment. She had only seen Remus wearing the praetor garments. Did he own any normal clothes? That was probably a stupid question, or was it? He was the person who didn't know what a Happy Meal was. "Well you can finish giving your sacrifice to your father first."

She knit her eyebrows. She really wanted to ask Remus the question but she didn't want to sound rude either. That would be just her luck. The moment they actually started talking Felicity scares Remus off. "Not to sound rude but, I've only seen you in Praetor robes. Do you own regular clothing. Again, not trying to be rude. I'm just..uh...curious." Felicity said as she watched for a reaction, whether it be good or bad, from Remus. She had a hint of blush creeping up on her cheeks too that she desperately hoped wasn't visible in this light. Her hand absentmindly was also petting Aurum, probably to calm her nerves. The say petting animals helps calm you, hopefully automaton ones worked the same way.

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Remus smiled slightly. “That’s one heck of a nanny then, going all the way back to pre Rome. It’s cool though. Is that the only ghost friend you have. Don’t tell me you hang out with like Atilla the Hun too.” He was joking, of course. Well, sort of. He wouldn’t be surprised too much if she said her and George Washington had coffee every other Wednesday. Hanging out with old dead people was definitely an unusual habit, and one he was still trying to get his head around. But the topic was already changing, so he let it drop, for now at least. No doubt he’d be pondering the novelty of talking to a ghost yet again by the time the day was out.

Her expression at his dismissing the offering idea made him pause though. Perhaps she had a point there. This was Mars after all. If it was the god of fluffy bunnies and pillow fights, he imagined they might be more forgiving, but Mars was Mars. Enough said. “Yeah, you might have a point there…” The last person he wanted to tick off was his dad. There were enough stories both from history and from more recent times of his dad’s short fuzed anger. “Yeah, really not planning on turning into bacon any time soon.” He had heard stories of people, namely Edmund, being turned into all sorts of fun animals lately. Thankfully it didn’t last because to be honest, he and Edmund did not get along that well. There were times that insubordinate little pain tempted him to take Charlie up on the original recipe head on a platter offer.

He was distracted though by her smile. Why, he wasn’t sure. He was a very nice smile, surprisingly warm. Though she seemed a little out of sorts – though that could also just be that he was not that great at reading people – she still seemed so collected and nice. And he couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t really bad looking either. Which was a weird thought for him, so he steered away from that as quick as he could, hoping it didn’t show that he was in his own share of awkward land at the moment. “Yeah, maybe that’s the best…” he said in response to her idea to finish paying his respects to Mars first.

At her question, he did about the most un-Remuslike thing imaginable. He laughed. And not like a cynical laugh, but a real, genuine good-natured laugh. No one had pointed out his wardrobe before and he had to admit, his purple robes and armor did get a lot of use. He just had never really put any thought to it. His life was usually consumed with his job here, and that was just that. “I actually do, believe it or not. I know, I don’t use them a lot. I promise I do own something that isn’t a toga or armor or the camp issue shirt.” He paused a moment and then continued, “I tell you what. How about I run and may my respects to Mars and the lot and then go change and meet you in the forum in about forty five? If you want to, that is. You don’t have to…” He realized after the words had left his mouth that she’d never actually agreed to lunch. She’d just mentioned the whole thing that it was better to take care of business first, which was true and all, but not really an answer. And here he was basically assuming a yes. Now it was his turn to go a bit red.

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Notes: Sorry it's so late!