Here and Now [WAR]

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The tiniest part of her was excited about today, not specifically for the war but for the day. Friday the thirteenth was always her favorite time, and this time around came a full moon along with it. Her favorite time, her favorite day, her favorite moon. Just for the weird lore that came with it, and because they had always been her luckiest days. Today would have been a day spent laughing, smiling, having fun. Heck on days like this she would be somewhat of a kind, talkative person to people. She probably would have found money on the ground, which had happened every Friday the thirteenth before, and used it to buy Josh something. Maybe it would have gone to a plate of sandwiches for Josh and Mercury. Now that her emotions sealed deep in her chest she felt nothing for this day. She felt nothing for anything or anyone, completely dead on the inside. The voice inside of her head was gone, no longer bothering her with it's condemning words, or it's vile words of so called wisdom. Ways to stop people, and things from winning. The use of terrible tactics. She still knew them, but now she had her sense of justice still. Her sense of what was noble and what was simply cowardice. That was what lead her to calling Stone. To give him a declaration of when Rome would be involved in war. A general direction she would come from. Not near New Rome. Some people might scoff at what kind of debilitation calling your intentions ahead of time. Rome was always ready for anything. Supposedly. Telling Stone she would not attack near New Rome, if he believed her, would bring more of the supreme force of the legion on her. They wouldn't have to guess as much. She knew how it would be easy to attack from New Rome's side and send them into chaos, but that was cowardly. She would attack from the front, and not let a sword fall on her back. She would not be a coward, she would not run away. She started this, and she would finish it. Win or loss. The morning air was cool, but it would soon warm in the sun once it rose. They had spend the previous day marching somewhat close to their old Camp, keeping north of the Fields of Mars. Far enough to be out of the way for archers but close enough to march forward for the start of the war. Romans were clean, and well trained to put up a new camp in a matter of hours. Which was exactly what sat beyond the safety of Camp Jupiter. A fortified settlement set up on their front steps, atop a hill that they would have a strategic advantage if Camp mounted an attack against them. Soon Rhiannon would take the mortal, and monstrous troupes to the Camp, and while they could surrender the praetors had made their position quite clear. Rome was always known for it's willfulness. Like the ancient Romans, Rhiannon preferred the full frontal assault. The troupes where formed into rank and file as the commanders took their own sections. Rhiannon with her own smaller force. Not one was a human, or demigod of any sort. She didn't trust them, preferring to leave her back to a hellhound. She had at first planned to put the younger ones in front. The ones who hadn't seen war yet. Now she kept them somewhere in the middle, with well trained warriors at their back and in front so they might see how it was done. It also aided in keeping them from running away, or she would put them in the back. Her first plan, she had rows of demigods and monster with pilum's, ready to run forward and throw them. Hopefully throwing them into some kind of disarray. It was difficult. The plans and strategies she knew came from training. Some came from First Cohort, from Charlie. A child of Mercury scouted ahead, waiting. Watching. When he returned she would send out commands on formation adjustments. For now she was a tactician, observing the field and planning formations, counter formations. Like a huge chess game. She learned as much as she could about strategies, played them out in mini battles on her own playing field. She hoped those she left in charge where smart enough to make strategic moves with out her breathing on their necks. She was ready for however long this battle would take. Ready to bring down the place that was once her home, or die trying.

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: All Words: 770 OOC: I know sometimes the scroll bars don't agree with Ab and Charlie's computers, so if you have a not auto-scroll template that'd be cool

Lyrics from World So Cold by Three Days Grace
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Ed: I don't have a heart // Shut up // Ed: Well, I don- // SHUT UP

in your eyes and in my own i have become a  m o n s t e r edmund was back with cinny at his side. so close yet so far from camp. on the wrong side of the battle field. they had all been so gullible... saturn, rhia, nick... his squad. all he had to do was say he believed in saturn's new world. that he hated the gods. that he hated camp. ... and he was in. simple. they should've never let him in... he was kind of amazed they let him stay. even more amazed that rhia gave him a squad. morally ambiguous son of no one. always with his own agenda. a functional mute who hated the gods. who hated the titans. who seemed to hate people in general. who had been passing information from orthys to jupiter via cinny ever since the day trivia had teleported him there. remus and jason must've been confused when their metal dogs started spitting out lists, maps, and weekly spiels about the world under orthys. he had stayed anonymous too: he used his left hand, spoke of himself in the third person, and tried to be detached in writing. doing it had taken its toll. getting (and keeping) real reactions of him turning traitor meant he had to just up and leave. maintaining his cover meant going through with the act. no telling anyone. no explanation. no letter. no good-byes. just a stone cold betrayal. a stone cold running to saturn. the legion's first cohort. quest member who had finally cracked. who had finally taken his hate towards his demigod life and was trying to do something about it. imagined reactions haunted him for weeks. they still did. his quest teams' were arguably the worst. he could deal with the hate of the camp. he could deal with death threats and pointed swords. the look of hurt in felicity, lyn, josh, or ethan's eyes? the unspoken pain after being through so much with each other? not so much. the most painful had to be his im to lyn, followed by felicity repeatedly telling him that he never fixed metal bird. edmund look down at cinny. no matter if he lived or died, after this war, felicity was going to get mb v5. he had thought all he had to do was relay messages. use cinny. lie. act. simple. edmund had always been good at not revealing his true emotions or intentions, mainly by pretending he didn't have any. but then it got complicated. campers (and a god) got captured and he started trying to "facilitate" breakouts without suspicion. saturn captured stone and kyoto. then felicity came to get her boyfriend back. she was even carrying the map he had sent. edmund found her first. he took her down to the dungeons, and prepared to kill her "counting down" in front of remus. before zero, felicity was able to get away with stone, but not kyoto. ethan came from him later. ed had been pretty proud of him, but it wasn't like he could say anything. all he could do was smirk at the ceiling in his room and mentally congratulate his lock partner. then there was josh, coming in to see rhia. they had had a nice, lengthy chat, before ed knocked him out. from there, he contacted stone, who in turn sent felicity to get him. the idiot came back, and ed wasn't the first to get to him. neptune was still captured. edmund had been trying to figure out how to get him out stealthily for months with no avail. which made him wonder, was any of this worth it? had he helped camp, or had this become just another one of ed's failures? he had hurt a lot of people in the long run, and he expected them to hate him for the rest of their life, but hopefully, maybe, some good came out of it. this war would end one way or another. hopefully the legion would pull through and survive. edmund? he'd live or die, just like all of the other enlisted soldiers. if he died, no biggie. if he lived... he'd be tried as a traitor. he was keeping his trap shut. no pleading his case. his secrets would live and die with him. no one else knew, so he didn't see any intervention happening. he'd either be sentenced to death or dishonorably discharged. if the latter, he wasn't exactly sure what to do from there.... he'd make it up as he went... if he survived at all. if he lived, he wouldn't be asking for forgiveness, he wouldn't be asking for anything. he had been a jerk. he had been horrible. he didn't expect to be forgiven, he didn't expect to be welcomed back, or anything. he couldn't expect or ask for anything. he didn't deserve it. OOC: whoop whoop. plot twist. o.o IC: 796

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This Animal I have Become The words to describe times of war were... well weren't accurate enough for what was going on in the mind of the young man known as Nicholas Robinson. Standing there, leading what Rhiannon told him to lead, the demigods who had joined the Titan. For a moment he turned his head and looked at all of them, it was as if he had been looking at the faces of the campers that had been his battle mates in the past war. Some of them had fear on their faces, specially the younger ones, others had the delight for war all marked and tattoed on their faces, specially those who had really betrayed the gods and really wanted all of them to fall all along with those demigods who were still supporting the gods. Others were as confused as a kid watching his parents fighting. But all of them seemed to have one thought in mind... death. Would ny of them really think that they would win that war? Personally, Nick doubt that they could really win that war and it has several point to support his thought, one of those was that He had talked to Rhiannon, and she wasn't sure of this anymore, Edmund... he might hate the gods, but he had fought by his side in the past war nd he was no traitor... Nick in that moment looked to the front once more, and remembered last war, the casualties, the good and the bad, but over all, he remembered that he used to be an unbreakable soldier. He would have died for the legion, for the gods! No one could had ever thought that he could ever turn into a traitor, and yet there he was, leading part of an army to attack Camp Jupiter, the place that he had called his home since he was a kid. Betraying all what he had protected in the past. He breathed deeply and tried to control himself, his hands trembled for a moment and he didn't want the beast to come out in that moment. He had had a talk with his grandfather, Mars behaved like his grandfather more than a god and maybe that was what made Nick listen first. When he tlked to the god, he exploded, he lost against the beast, till the god helped him focus his anger, finally after a long, long time, he was capable to access to the anger, the hate and the barbarie of the beast, but also coul keep his rational mind working. it was still very demanding of his attention and self control, that for a legacy of Mars was almost impossible. But he could do it, he was now focused again, after that talk, he saw who he really wanted to protect and to be with. Maybe not the gods, but for sure his cohort, his brother and sister, his aunt and uncle. His cohort with Ryan, Lyn, Lance and Allan in it, and the other 96, he loved them all, he realized that... he really loved his cohort and would die to protect them. Remus and amelia... Charli, Tessa and Robin... He needed to work hard to keep them all safe.  He heard the signal to advance, so he gave the order to his people. They marched following Rhiannon's commands. He hadn't told her or Edmund that he would betray Saturn in the heat of the battle, but well... they would see it in the moment it happened and there was nothing they could do to stop him. He was going to make it right, no matter what happened! "MARCH!!..." His voice sounded in an echo as he moved and the lines behind him followed him. Tag:Everyone!  Words: 619 Notes: I'm really excited!!! <3 Lyrics from Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace Code done by step

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It was here. Their week was up. And just as promised, Saturn’s troops were here. The scouts had confirmed that they had a camp uncomfortably close to Camp Jupiter. So Remus had the cohorts set up in fighting formation on the Field of Mars, simply waiting. It was a horrible feeling, but what else could they do? He hated waiting. He was dressed out in his full armor and purple praetor’s cloak, gladius waiting by his side and Aurum sitting at the ready, scanning the horizon with brilliant red eyes as the first rays of morning sunlight caught in the dew. So this would be the deciding point. No more preparation. This was it. Any time now, war would fully be upon them. He didn’t look back, even though he wanted to check the rest of the troops. Looking back was a sign of weakness in his mind. A Roman didn’t turn back. Not when the enemy was so close at hand. But he could sense restlessness. Not that he could blame them. No one had fond memories of the last war, and for some this would be their first war period. He kept the shield Nova had made him on his arm, despite his desire to put it down. A leader was always ready. Though the complicated piece of machinery looked like a standard shield, he knew better. Even the slight difference in its weight betrayed that. He took a deep breath. How long did they have now? An hour? Ten minutes? Perhaps not even the gods knew. And the second question: how long with this all take? The last war had taken days on end. Would this one be just as bad? After all, Saturn was back in his real body, and, for all he knew, present right here. To say the threat had been amplified was putting it lightly.
“Steady!” he called out at the top of his voice, trusting it to carry to the Romans behind him.

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Clare was chewing on the inside of her cheek again. It was an old nervous habit she thought she’d kicked, but apparently not. Not that she could blame herself at this particular moment. She looked behind her at her cohort, the fourth. They may not be the superpowers of this camp, but she was proud to be their leader. She wouldn’t trade this post for anything. She gave an encouraging smile to those she met eyes with. She had a lot of friends in fourth. And in the whole camp for that matter. She didn’t want to see any of them hurt, but she knew the best she could do to help them was to be the best fighter and leader she could be herself. She stood a little on her tip-toes to try and see the line of archers in the back. She could clearly see the top of the medical tent, huge as it was and towering over their heads. But a bunch of archers would be harder to spot. Jason would be back there, she’d learned, leading the archers. She just had to trust that he was indeed back there and doing okay. How she wanted to run to him right now, but she had a job to do. She looked back to the front and set her shield down to adjust her armor. It felt like they’d been waiting forever, even though it had hardly been an hour. She suspected she wasn’t the only one who had not slept well last night. Nor would anyone sleep well until this mess was behind them. For better or for worse, though she tried to think positive and keep it as for the better. They would win, all her friends would survive, everything would be okay. Just wait and see…

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Prometheus stood on Temple Hill overseeing the whole affair. He normally would have been long gone from this matter, seeing as he had not taken a side still and had no plans of it. He knew who would win, sure, but he never was one for fighting. He didn’t belong on the battlefield. So on the battlefield he was not. Easy as that. He looked to the distant north where he had foreseen the attack coming from. No sign of them yet, but he was sure they would either be there or be on their way there. Today was the day, after all.

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August wasn’t fond of war. Especially since getting that haunting vision-nightmare of himself dying in war in a past life. Creepy. But war was unavoidable, so here he was. He was back with the archers, where he felt the most useful. After all, there was little need for auguries during the heat of battle. Though if there was need of one, he did have his ceremonial knife with him as well as a several stuffed animals fastened to his belt. Laugh all they want, that was his job and camp would be up a creek without him, or so he told himself at least. They needed him, needed his skill, even if they hated himself. He could live with being hated. He thought to the only people who didn’t hate him: Lilith, his sister or niece or whatever, and Julia, his… well, that was complicated. He wasn’t quite sure yet what to call that. For a moment he was lost in thought, but at the sound of Remus’ voice, even from back here in the back, he snapped out of it. This was a dangerous time to lose oneself after all. He glanced at Jason, his brother, yes, but more his superior in his mind. The two didn’t share a thing in common that he knew of besides their father. And he was sort of okay with that. He had long convinced himself that he didn’t need other people, so the few that he did have were rare exceptions. All the same, he included his brother in the silent prayer he sent up just them that none of his friends or family die in this horrible undertaking.

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Ethan hopped slightly from foot to foot. Call it nerves if you will. He just wasn’t good at waiting. He glanced back to where the infirmary tent was and looked for Lilith. No sign of her. Rats. Just to see her one last time before this chaos called war broke out would have been nice. But no such luck. He adjusted his armor, which was heavy and uncomfortable and honestly he thought about just taking it off and leaving himself in the hands of the Fates. But that would be stupid to say the least. Besides, as long as he could teleport, he was fine, and he had done a few trial runs before teleporting with his full armor on and it hadn’t been a problem. After all, he’d both teleported Lilith to Russia, and teleported a baby grand piano before. What was a little metal? Anyway, he would need mad teleport-with-stuff skills in order to get all the stuff together to build Lilith’s cabin in the mountains. It was this idea that spurred him on today. The little cabin that he would build for them both in the mountains far far away and they would live happily ever after. It would happen. He turned around to look for Jason too. The other reason he was fighting. Well, yes, he was fighting for camp as it was, but he had select people picked out that he was especially fighting for. Including Lyn too. He liked to think he’d grown pretty close to the little girl on their quest together. And Felicity too. He still hadn’t told a soul about their midnight excursion so she could call camp. He’d considered that really important time in which she’d trusted him with something huge, which didn’t happen to him often, so he treasured it. Anyway, there it was. He had a lot to fight for, and he was determined to protect those he cared about.

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Amelia hated war. But she had trained long and hard for this one. She was determined to not just survive, but win. And she had a very good motivator: she had decided that she would surprise Gabriel with a special date after the war. She still wasn’t sure what, but she was determined to do it. He deserved something special. So that was what pushed her. That and the fact that getting cut was bad because blood stained something terrible. And it was gross. So she stood in rank with her cohort, watching the sky slowly lighten. No telling when the war would start, so she supposed it was smart to be ready, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. She rubbed at her sleepy eyes. Little sleep meant bags under her eyes, which was horrible. And the fact that she wasn’t wearing makeup just compounded the problem. It just hadn’t seemed the right time to worry about foundation when she was getting ready and hour or so ago. Perhaps a detail she regretted, but she had a feeling once the battle started she would forget about it completely.

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Saturn smirked. He stood at the very back of his army, watching and waiting. Nick’s command made him smile. So it was time. His golden eyes gleamed with malice. Let the battle begin. He held tight to the scythe dear little Simons had made him. At least the silent boy had ended up good for something. He wasn’t a natural leader like the others, and Saturn wasn’t convinced his heart was in it. Ah well, cannon fodder was needed too. Rhia had gone off the deep end, so he didn’t count much on her. She would do to lead the army though. Nick was… well, he was better than he had been, which wasn’t saying much. The boy had been the living embodiment of Jekyll and Hyde before. Now he was just a crazy soldier. But he needed those who would be daring enough to do the unexpected, and his little leaders seemed right enough for the job. As for Jeremy, the boy was erratic, unpredictable. But evil, and that was a start. He was too green to be in this war, but he’d been too enthusiastic to leave out. Minus the few guards left at Orthys to keep Neptune in line, his entire force was here, ready to wipe Camp Jupiter off the map. Oh, what a delight it would be.

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Marie hated her heavy armor. She was too small for it, but finding the right size had proved impossible. So here she was in slightly oversized armor, waiting for a war she could only hope to survive. She wasn’t a good fighter, never had been. But she would do her best. For camp, for Chris. For all her friends. She wanted to protect them, and that started with protecting herself so she would be in condition to protect them. Simple logic, right? Well, one would see where simple logic went once the enemy arrived… She remembered the last war and how it had turned to pure chaos so quickly. She hated that about war. She was a person of order, of clear choices. Blame her father. She needed something solid to hold on to to make sense of the world. In war, there was no such luck. She would just have to do her best and hope things came out alright. At Remus’ command, she sent up a silent prayer to the gods – even though a good number of them were here – including her father, and stood at attention.

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Sam was back with the archers, testing her bowstring when the command came to get ready. Like she hadn’t already been ready. Hadn’t they all? They’d been out here for near an hour. Not her ideal time but it only made sense to be ready. She’d heard the enemy army was not that far away anyway. So here went nothing. Another war, hopefully another victory. If not victory, she hoped she died honorably. She thought about Terry, back in New Rome, with his two little boys, and prayed to Diana – if Diana would even listen to her anymore – that they be safe from this war. And all her students for that matter. There was nothing she hated more than to see children slaughtered. And seen it she had, many a time. They were innocent and deserved a fighting chance, someone to protect them. Even the ten-year-olds here in the military camp she thought too young. Then again, she had started fighting herself at only eleven, which wasn’t much better. She looked to Jason, who was leading the archers, waiting for his command.

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Kaylee couldn’t fight, it was true. But she could watch. So that was the plan for now. She really wasn’t sure what to do about all this, but she did know that she needed to see Nick again. It had been so long. And last she’d seen him, he’d been in such bad shape. So she wandered the edge of the woods, refusing to take refuge in the city with the other lares. She had to see him. Just this once. Even through the mayhem of battle, she would find him.

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Mars could hear the prayers ringing in his ears. The ones to both Ares and Mars. The temples were filled with prayers this morning. He would do what it took to keep his Romans safe. Since Jupiter had given the okay to be with the demi-gods, he would stand firm with them as he always had. His shield was on his arm, his gladius at his side and his pilum in his hand. HE didn't bother to place his helmet on his head just yet. He wanted the traitors to know he was hear and his sons were pulling the chariot across the field of battle. It was always an impressive sight to see his romans standing, waiting for battle, and it was even more fearsome to see them march and fight. He was anxious at they waited for the signal to attack. At least that little whelp had the decency to give the camp notice. Mars stepped forward and beside Remus, his son, the camp leader. He placed a hand on his son's shoulder with a nod of pride. "no matter what happens this day, Remus, I am proud to call you my son." Mars said with a nod of his head. This would be the day of heroes and MArs knew that his children would make this day. People would sing songs of valorous deeds and courageous acts of how they once more triumphed over Saturn's army. He stood by his son, tall and proud. "Just remember, Remus, when this is all over, you get to drive my chariot." Mars chided Remus in a gentle reminder in a rather feeble attempt to cut the tension.

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Mercury sat back with the archers for the time being. He was dressed and ready for battle in light leather armor, a pair of long knives that had been a gift from one of his children in the past war, a bow and quiver on his back. He pulled his leather hood up around his head. He wasn't dressed like a traditional roman, this was for speed. He had already taken it upon himself to run information and scouting. though his children were more then capable of getting the job done, he wanted to keep as many of them out of danger as possible. He tugged at his leather gloves, making sure they fit well. The anticipation of battle was a rather addicting feeling, no wonder Mars loved it so much. But war wasn't something that he particularly enjoyed. HE didn't like to see his children and friends suffer. He would fight alongside camp today. HE winced slightly, the feeling of his Greek side bubbling up slightly as he tried to keep his focus. He had to be in the here and now to make sure his family stayed safe. HE had to make sure his little lyn, lance, Josh and Zidane would be safe. Poor Zidane didn't need any more trauma. He had to do something for his children once the war was over. But for now, they waited, waiting for the moment that Rhiannon would attack. Mercury knew he would have to do something drastic to take her out and immobilize her. There was a lot riding on what he was planning on doing. He was dissapointed in his favorite daughter of Trivia. He had to do something to save her even if she didn't want to be saved.

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Somnia stood on the side of Saturn, picking his nails with a dagger. His own leather armor was supple and green, shifting in and out in the light as he stood ready and waiting. Soon his own children would get the recognition they rightly deserved and damn that idiot Jupiter to the depths of the abyssal tartrus and back. Because of that hot air blowing jerk, he couldn't be the parent he needed to be. He would show him that he was no minor god, as they so insultingly called him. He knew he was better then any of those that stood there opposing Saturn. His children would get their recognition, their dues. They deserved the same respect that the mars and jupiter spawn did, if not more. He stood there, watching the horizon of the battle that was about to unfold before him. These next few moments would be the stuff that nightmares were made of.

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Jason Kyoto

Jason stood with the rest of the archers, looking down at the battlefield below them. Yesterday, as part of preparing, he had fired an arrow from the exact spot he was in right now to judge how far his shoot would go. He estimated that, since a majority of the archers were descendants of Apollo or were hunters of Diana, whether formally or still in the ranks, their arrows would hit around the same area. He knew the exact spot, shad it engraved into his memory. He shifted, a little uncomfortably, due to the heat and all the armor he was being buried under. He wasn't going to spend his entire time with the archers. He would go on the field eventually too. He heard Remus's bellow all the way from where he was. Jason exhaled softly and notched an arrow. "Archers! At the ready." Jason said, giving them the command to put an arrow on their bow, but not to pull back and release yet. Jason would let them know when. It would be when the army of Saturns advanced. It was always the archers who attacked first. Luckily, they had the advantage where they were at. On top of a slight hill. Any archers from Saturn would have difficulty with the angle, and they were far from sword point, unless they sent an advancement up the hill. Jason sent a quick prayer to his father to help their arrows meet their mark. He felt confident, especially with Lady Diana in the ranks with him. As soon as he would leave for the battle below, he would give her command of the archers.

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Felicity Weingarten

Felicity tightened the straps of her armor as she walked, looking at the ranks all the cohorts were in. There wasn't really a non cohort squad so, Felicity did the second best thing. She walked to the familiar faces of the fourth, her hand on the hilt of her black sword. Not sure whether or not this was a good idea. She saw the blonde hair of her former co-centurion, now the solo centurion of the fourth. She seemed nervous. Felicity swallowed hard, nervous about the battle and not eager to have the continous ringing in her ears happen again like it had during the last war. "Clare, can I join your ranks?" Felicity asked, looking at her friend. The one person in all of camp that knew what Felicity knew about what would happen during this blood bath. Felicity looked back at the legionnaires behind her, catching sight of Ethan and giving him a weak smile. Before looking in the direction of the familiar voice barking his order to hold steady. Gods, Felicity sent a silent prayer to Mars to look after his son or she would find some way to kill him immortal butt before looking back at Clare.

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Diana

The immortal young girl let out an exhale. She instructed her hunters to join the slim ranks of the archers the camp had and to listen to whoever was in charge. Unfortunately for them, that was a guy. Not just any guy though. Dianas nephew. Now, she didn't trust most guys and advised her hunters to stay away from them. But, there were certain males that she would admit she approved of. This Jason kid was one of them. After some disagreement within the hunters she got them to agree, especially after Jason had shown up asking Diana to take over the ranks of the archers if he was needed with his fellow praetor on the field. At his order, she put an arrow against her beloved silver bow. Looking out at the field, now deserted but would soon be stained red. Diana had been in enough wars to know that. This was the eerie quiet before the continuous noise surrounding the battlefield. She took another breath before hearing a prayer from one of her former hunters. She glanced around and saw her, testing her bow string. "Don't worry so much Samantha." Diana stated calmly.

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Venus

Wars. Gross. As attracted as she was to Mars, this was not, in her opinion, anything fun or exciting for her. She walked up Temple Hill, finding a familiar face in Prometheseus. Figured he would play neutral, but then again, so did she so she had no right to judge. Instead, she was going to watch. And maybe help prevent that cute little face of Edmund Simons from getting too scratched up. Other then that, it was up to the fates. Though, she did hope that her descendants wouldn't die, or if they did, that it wouldn't be too many this time around. At least they were willing to fight in this war instead of previous ones. What a bunch of babies. [/blockquote

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✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Tessa Yates ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Tessa stood at the head of her cohort, the shield Nova made her on her arm along with the reinforced shortbow that lay in her hand. There was no place for a long bow in the battlefield, but a short bow she could use as a club at the same time? Yeah, that was useful. She'd forced her entire cohort to go through and get fitted for armor, so that none would be in something that encumbered them. Sure it was bonus work for the people in the forge, but necessary. She was certain her medics would more than make up for it in the fields. They lay scatted among the cohorts, whichever they might belong to. Ready with weapons on them this time, along with the compact medical kits that would save lives. Their job was only quick patch ups, whatever was necessary, and to get the injured that needed better medical attention to the back. Where she had them set up the field tent. She made sure there were good fighters in their mix, in case someone should retreat back to them in an attempt to have easy pickings. That was why she had stationed Kyle with them, leading them. The rest of her infirmary team, to be more specific the younger ones, were back in the infirmary building with Lilith in charge. They were a bit more inexperienced, sending them into the fields might be a death sentence for them or worse, for someone else. She had said her prayers already, made her offerings. Hand forged daggers, with Ronan's grunt of approval, to Lord Mars and Lady Bellona while she gave an extravagant bouquet of herbs and sunflowers to her grandfather Apollo. She hated to bother them again with her prayers. As she heard Remus shout back to them she turned to her own force, raising her bow in the air. “Our gods are with us! Beside us! Battling with us! WE WILL WIN!” though her heart beat fast in her chest, and her nervousness shook her chest, her bow and voice did not waver.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Miyuki Minamimoto ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Miyuki stood opposing the side her own father fought for. She knew why he did as he did, and he knew her reasons. They still loved each other and spent the evenings conversing, though perhaps not in as much detail as they used to. She found it difficult to complain of her cohorts new difficult trainings to him, and knew he loved her enough to stay away from such prying thoughts. She loved her father, and she would agree the gods should spend more time with their children, but did not agree a war like this was any way to bring about that change. She could almost feel the weary suspecting eyes on her. Perhaps from the very people she would have to defend herself from later. A resolution she had made, even for the last war. She would not kill anyone or anything. They fought for what they believed in, or they were confused and fought for something they didn't understand. Whichever it was death was not what they deserved. She'd hurt herself to help people, dearly hurt herself, reliving their memories that she might understand. There was a dream she'd had, that everyone might sit around with those they loved, mortal or immortal, and just eat. A big dinner for everyone, and she knew a few people who would help her out with such a task. To have that dream com true, she'd risk life and limb keeping these people safe from harm. No matter the side they've chosen.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Lyndis Sinclair ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Among the hunters stood the little Lyndis Sinclair, her own silvery glow hovered around her like the glow of a full moon. She was still getting used to her heightened senses, though speed had easily become the first thing she got used to. Still on her wrist was a friendship bracelet. Though not the only thing she still had from camp, it was the only thing on her. Her heart was in the hunt now, she'd promised to stay with Diana for life, and there she didn't make promises lightly. It wasn't the first time she stood up to creatures. Six months she fought with the quest team. Once she got back she had gotten a small robot to target practice on from Lance and Nova. She was good, very good, at shooting moving targets. Better than stationary ones.

Her bow was ready in her hand, and she had been instructed by the lady herself to follow Jason's orders. With a little puff of defiance she eventually agreed along with the other hunters. It wasn't a dislike for boys that made her not want to listen, but that she wanted to be in the field. She wanted to Find Ed before anyone had the chance to hurt him. She wanted to bring him back. She closed her big brown eyes trying to concentrate. She gave a prayer to all gods, on both sides. Wishing out to them, she wanted Ed and Nick back safe in camp. It wasn't whiny, or begging for attention. It was a soft prayer, full of her innocent heart.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Lance Shade ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

This was it. This was really it. Unlike the other legionnaires Lance didn't have on the heavy armor, possibly because he wasn't particularly there for the major battle. No, he'd picked up a much more dangerous job, messenger. He had learned to trust a little bit of that gut feeling he had, and while he wanted to be a good soldier he thought passing correct information might be a bit more important. Considering his ability didn't rely on wither people were lying or not. Certainly he'd heard his own grandfather would be a messenger as well, and he couldn't hope to compete with his speed or with the teleportation ability of demigods, but he was still quick. Wherever he needed to be in the battlefield, he was certain he'd be able to get there within minutes if it even took that long. His endurance would let him run for hours if he kept up his water intake, so hopefully he would be able to do this.

He was worried about Nova, and swayed forward and back a little bit getting up on his tip toes to try and see her in second cohort. It was difficult considering how small she was. Even before his growth spurt he'd tower over her, now he was somewhere close to five and a half feet tall. He'd had to get new armor, and now here he was not wearing it. Though if that was the last thing he had to worry about he could get used to that. Second cohort was so far forward though, and Nova wasn't weak in any sense of the word, but she was young. Just a little over a year younger than him, but that was young enough to not know what it felt like to kill a fellow demigod. If he could take her and hide her from this he would. He remembered the feeling well. Standing among the archers it wasn't as bad, but once he got into a skirmish he froze. Unable to strike first at another human. Then he got used to it, gods he hated that. Hated to get used to fighting for your life and those around you. To fight for your team, and attack those who used to be beside you. Yeah, he wished he could keep Nova far from that feeling.

The calls went over head, and Lance stood straight and tall. He would have to fight again. He'd been warned of the risks of a messenger. They were some of the first to be taken out in war. Cut the lines of communication, and armies fall apart. At least they still had Mercury if he happened to fail.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Jupiter ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

He'd given the gods a bit of a pep talk before this whole fiasco went down. They could use their full godly might on other immortals, but again not on the demigods, or the legacies. They could bless the every living life out of the mortals around them, but they had to use a shield and a sword to kill any mortals on the opposite side. Mars had no problems with the arrangement, of course. The brute. The lord of the sky's presence stirred storm clouds over head, as they slowly rolled in. Jupiter himself wanted only to fight his father, to battle the old geezer and send him back to where he belonged. He floated over head, no boom of thunder or threat of rain over head just yet. He scanned the approaching army for him. Spying him at the back, as his cowardly way would allow. Even from here Jupiter could see those glowing golden eyes, and that prideful smirk. This time Jupiter would properly punish him for daring to strike at his Camp. He would bring the fury of the heavens down on his father, until there was no way to put humpty back together again.

Prayers hummed in his ears, prayer for safety, prayer for death. Blessings, for anything that people could think of. The thoughts echoed and churned in his mind, so many similar to each other but each spoken by a precious voice. The children here in camp, and in the Greek camp. He hoped the other immortals would be able to handle fighting with them, whatever trick that slimy Saturn had up his sleeve for the Greek camp. Though he had a love for the camp named after him more than that one.

The boom of the son of Mars rang over the crowd. He liked Remus, even if his father was a dense sack of cow manure. Charlie was much better in his own opinion, but his opinion might be biased by those golden locks and that well toned body. Mors was lucky to have that girl, though if he were to compare her to Juno the poor girl would look like a troglodyte. That didn't mean he wouldn't try to woo her if that idiot Mors happened to appear whenever he was near by. How a minor god managed to do that he couldn't comprehend. His brother kept that particular immortal busy so much. Ah well, not wasn't supposed to be the time to think of such things.

His gaze fell on the lovely Amelia. She had a kind heart, and that body was, wow. Venus descendents. He liked her, perhaps a good amount. Surprisingly enough it wasn't for the beautiful contours of her body. At one point he thought he might have found a decent friend, until he revealed himself as Lord of all, the great Jupiter. That was a wonderfully awkward situation he had hoped to lighten up. It didn't work. With power came fewer friends. Leaders where always the loneliest.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Trivia ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Floating near the front lines of Othrys was Trivia, and certainly the first thing that came to he sight was the lovely Mars. He always looked great in armor. Mischievous eyes traced the lines in front. Oh she knew what her sweet Eddiekins had been doing. Perhaps she hadn't found out exactly why he was in Othrys, but she knew from the start he wasn't there to fight FOR any immortals. The dear. She turned a sad eye upon her children. On both sides, she would protect them. For certain she would. A tiny voice came to her, how few times a Roman would pray to her. The little voice of a hunter at that! My goodness, Diana wouldn't be too happy with that. It brought a smile to her face. After everything Eddiekins had said to her. She had planned to do that anyway, a little helping had here of there.

It looked like they would be coming into volley distance soon, and Trivia stopped her own advancement. She enjoyed showers, loved them really, but not when it was made of arrows instead of water. No, that was certainly not fun. Trivia blinked to Edmund's side, his own little cohort. How quaint. “Eddie-mund~” she mused softly a smirk playing on her face, her conscious split between here and Nicholas.

“Nick, lovey.” she spoke out to the former centurion of third cohort.

“I've received a special prayer from a sweet little girl to help protect you.” her voice was mildly taunting to them both, different places at the same time. She spoke the same words. Waiting for their replies. Watching their faces. This was entertainment. This was fun. This was why she got along with Discordia so well.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Mors ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

This was when Mors got silent prayers. He was there, not merely in one place. He was with each army, hidden out of sight. He was where the armies would meet, and where the most would fall. He was at the medic tent, where people would fail to stabilize after an injury. All across the fields he was ready, and waiting. Cold eyes looked across both armies and a gentle hand fell upon Charlie's shoulders. “I am here puella. I promise a safe journey for any who pass today.” Whispered words he hoped would stay with her, as he kissed her cheek and disappeared again. As always he was a neutral entity, ready to take lives from both sides. Except perhaps the few of his descendents who have not had to use their favor of him. He allowed them all a single favor, life when one should die. Lilith had used hers in the last war as had most of his few other family. This time in particular he watched the low number that hovered above Miss. Yates head. The first person his grandson had chosen to open up to. The only one he allowed to be his true self around. For family, Mors would turn a blind eye to her. For now. That was his one gift of life to Gunnar.

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@josh Sitting on the cot inside his cell, Joshua was waiting for the moment that he could freely act. He knew that if he waited and was patient enought, which was completely and absolutely difficult for him, he would get out of that horrible place and he could take Neptune with him. It had been a crazy and almost an unveliebable idea since the moment he thought about it, but he knew that if he was able to bring Neptune back to Camp, then they would have the power of the big three on their side, the same power that defeat Saturn so many centuries and eons ago. He waited patiently, he listened to all the movement above his cell, outside in the castle's yards. He could listen to the monsters and the demigods, the amazing force that they were representing. But he knew the moment they left, he could work in peace. Saturn left some guards for Neptune's cell, but Saturn didn't really know his skills as a thief, he had never showed them to the titan and even when Rhia could have told him about them, he have had been training with Gunnar many other skills that now were part of his thievery repertory. "crazy witch... you better survive this or I'll go to tartarus and break you out from there..." He said and then smiled thinking on her, his wife. Finally the massive army moved and left the ground of Tamaplais. Josh opened his eyes and started working on his cell's lock as fast as he could, he needed to be fast and right on his movements, it wasn't a practice where he could blow it up, he needed to remember all what he was and look into his DNA if it was necessary to access to Mercury's abilities and skills. "ok... let's do this..." He thought as he worked on it. *** LilithFaith the Friendly Ghost "ok, this is it... just calm down and try to relax... remember the life of romans will be in your hands and the ones under your commands..." That was the main thought that the young granddaughter of Mors and Apollo had in mind. She knew that many would die and it wouldn't be her fault, but those who she could save, she would do it. She had been training herself to become a very good medic, and now Jason, Tessa and her grandfather thought that she was more than ready to face a task like the one that she was about to face. "please, Taid... Mors, please help those who we can't save to have a peaceful journey.  and please Apollo, help us to be fast and skilled enough to save as many as possible." After the small prayer, she looked around and looked into the faces of the medics and nurses in the infirmary, all of them ready to work the moment the wounded and injuried ones got to the infirmary. She noticed the fear in some of their faces, so she smiled confidently, the same smile she had seen Ethan does when he was trying to make her feel better about anything that could have been troubling her mind and heart. A silent prayer went to the gods so they could help them all and they could keep her Ethan safe, so as her family and friends. "Remember that on our hands will be the lives of those who fall injured or wounded by the enemy, so we must keep our mind and soul focus on our job, pray to the gods to remind us how to work better and also to give us the wisdom to know when we must work harder on someone and... when we must pass to the next patient... They pend on us and we can reply to that with our excellent job, all of you are ready and are capable of this." She tried to lift their spirits before the nightmare started. *** Christopher Ashby Leading a cohort has never been something easy, Chris knew it very well, but leading it through war, well that was something totally different and demanding. He knew it, but he acted as if they were going to be in a 96 hours drill. He hadn't lied to his cohort, he had told them along with Charlie, that it was going to be war, something that they had already lived 3 years ago, that they only needed to remember their training and their past experience. He knew it would be maybe bloodier, this time war would be in camp so for sure it would be... really worse, but he didn't need to show that to his cohort, and he wasn't going to. He thought of his Marie and he dared to look over the place where the fifth cohort was, he couldn't see her, but he really hopped she was ok, that nothing happened to her. He prayed to the gods, specially to his father, he loved his father and hoped that he could grant him with beautiful thunders so he could torch the enemy in his name. Then he heard Remus' voice and smiled widely, he cracked his neck and readjust his armor, full roman armor. THen looked at Charlie and smiled at his fellow centurion. Then talked to his cohort. "Remember who you are and that you are part of Camp Jupiter, we are romans, the strongest empire in history! Let's make proud to our anscesters, to our gods and to ourselves by striking good swings against the enemy! And remember! if suddenly you face a sunny horizon and you're walking with Lord Mors, don't worry, you're death and you'll enjoy Elysium!!, but let make that our enemy faces Tartarus long before we can face that sunny horizon!!" He mixed in his words an old movie about a gladiator and some words that his adoptive father used to say. *** Jillian Rearch It was incredible that humans hadn't learnt anything about life and tolerance. how was it possible that she was born in a time of wars and then she came back to the worl 2000 years later and human kind was still the same?! Julia was thinking and debating in her head as she was weighting her daggers in her hands, Ronan had been so kind to make for her a new set of them, so as a new armor that would fit her body. it was a full armor, still it had sever leather parts that made so easy to fight with daggers as she used to do it. As she did that, she also remembered her mother, Discordia was such a lunatic godess, but she knew from the past that she was never what she seemed to be. She had always protected the good romans, those who showed strength and bravery, those who could work with the strife in their hearts and become better beings, so what was she planning by being with Saturn this time? She remembered her Augustus and how he died in the past, that thought made her look to the Archers line, she was worried for August. they weren't dating... yet... or were they... well they were but was so complicated! well all in her life was complicated and she only hoped that after war, it could be a bit less. Then she heard the voice of the Praetor and then Centurion Ashby's. She breathed deeply and then got ready for battle. *** @zoe Again, just as 3 years ago, Zoe was wearing her full armor, but she had no intention on fighting, no intention on hurting those on the other side and definetely won't let them hurt the ones on her side, it was a bit complicated but she would be able to do it. She looked at Clare and smiled warmly at her, then looked at Felicity who joined the war, they had different points of view, but she was glad both of them were on the same side. Then she looked at her hands and remembered the warm and kind gigant... Ronan was in her mind and made her feel warm inside, well that was something good, she had someone for who she would like to survive. Besides they had promised to go ice skating after war and she always did what she promised she would do. "please dear gods... grandmother, Venus and mother, Khione. Please keep that lovely gigant safe in this bloody war." she prayed on the last minute as she heard the voice of the praetor Stone. *** @lexi Lexi was standing in the back of her cohort, a place where she knew she couldn't hurt them, she couldn't hurt anyone with her curse. She was there to help, not to injure. She smiled at Cadence, at Claire, at Zoe and Felicity. Then she smiled at Ethan, crazy guy, but nice, and she wondered where would Erik be... he had been lost for a while now and that was sad. Then she heard the praetor's voice and she sent a silent prayer, a last minute one. "gods, thank you for helping us, be safe and keep us safe." *** Kyle O’Brian Kyle was standing at his post, in the back line. Tessa had thought that there was his best place to be and maybe she was right, finally he was there to help, and he wasnt going to be in the battle, not for real or not as much as he had been past war. Everytime he closed his eyes, he remembered his Annie, dead in his arms. Then he also had the image of Robin's dead body... "stupid dr.heart." he whispered and breathed deeply, he knewthat would end up killing him, but... well Robin at least was with his Kit again, and their baby. He would take care of little juniper, he would never leave her until he was called in front of the three judges.  Then he heard the voice of Remus and smiled saddly. "I'll keep my promise old friend... I will." he whispered to Robin, then he looked at his crew and smiled at them. "we have already been through this, we know what we will expect, just remember your training and everything will be just fine." Then he got ready to start working, also with his gladius on his hip, in case an enemy just dropped by. *** Nova Silverwood Nova was with the second cohort, she was holding her chakrams in her hands, wearing her armor, hers was very similar to the one that her brother Ronan did to that new girl from the first cohort, she also needed free moves to throw her weapons and then to catch them again. She could feel her young heart beating really fast, she was nervous, she had never been in a war!! But she would make her mates, her father and Lance proud of her. The thought of Lance made her heart skip a beat, she smiled and blushed a bit, she looked around trying to find her, but she was so short that she could barely see so far without being blocked by the other campers. She sighed and prayed to the gods to keep Lance safe. "Lord Mercury, you are a really nice god, and you have always cared for your family, please keep Lance Shade safe. and if you can... my brother Ronan, Mr Kyoto and Mr Stone too." Then she got ready as Remus spoke to them. *** @apollo1 The god of the sun decided to be with the romans on this war. He still listened to the multiple prayers that the Greek camp sent to him and to help them he had sent his son Asclepius to be with them, so both camps would have a goddly medic present and maybe that would help them to survive, or at least not to lose so many live as last war. He was standing with the archers, but was also with the medics, at a word of Tessa, Kyle or Lilith, he would check on their patients, but he wouldn't use his godly powers unless it was extremely necessary. While they didn't need him, he would be with the archers, he was even going to use morta weapons, common ones so as his father commanded the gods. also he would be under the comand of his son Jason or in extreme case his sister Diana, and for the first time, he didn't care, he wasn't going to argue about it. He listened to the prayers of the romans too and he smiled gently, he was going to keep all of them in mind and protect them. Then he smiled at his sons, Jason and August. "this time is different, this time gods and demigods will fight together, and that is a force that Saturn has never seen, not for real." Then he closed his eyes and spoke in Tessa's ear. "you will do it fine my child, I have faith in you." Then waited patiently for it to start. *** @discordia She was standing on a side of Saturn's army, she was there supporting the titan, but she had also made a promise to Felicity on camp's side. She knew her daughter was in the first cohort and that she would fight with every fiber she had. Discordia was a very complex goddess even when everybody thought that she was only crazy. She looked at Trivia and smiled as she talked to the former campers, then looked at Rhiannon and smiled gently, she would keep the crazy one safe, only for her friend Trivia. Then she looked away and closed her eyes, so many greek cursing her in her greek form, so many also praying for her, well... she didn't care if they hated her... she would for sure do what she thought was the best for them, greeks and romans, both were in her thoughts and se would protect them all... in her own way. She whispered only into Felicity's mind. "I have everything ready... be safe..." Tag: Everyone!! 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Charlie had drug Ronan around with her the previous day, making her offerings at the temples. Every god got a gift, but her father, Mors and Lord Jupiter got the biggest ones. She hadn't slept particularly well but it was pre-war jitters. An adrenaline rush as well. But now here she stood once more in line with her cohort. This time, she was a centurion. This was the first time she would be leading troops into battle, just like her father and mother before her. It was hot under her armor, but she was used to it. But it was the cool hand and whispered words that fell upon her ears from Mors that calmed her nerves. “I love you, Mors.” She breathed out in a slight whisper. She felt calm and poised, but the nervousness was still slightly bubbling up amongst her mind, though not as frequently as before. She was aware, her mind on her sword and shield, the battle field appeared as a chess board. This was a match that she would do her damnedest to win. Failure was not an option here. Silently she prayed in her mind.

Charlie nodded at Chris, she was glad to have the lightening prince at her side in battle once more. He was a good man and he was strong. He gave a good speech, making her feel a bit better about what was about to be done. If the time came and she would have to face Rhiannon, Edmund, or, gods forbid, Nick, well she prayed to her father and Jupiter that she would have the strength to do what needed to be done if nessicary. “Hold steady! We fight with the gods this day and we shall be victorious!” She shouted, ending Chris's little pep talk.

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Gabriel stood back with the archers. He pulled his bow from his back, the traditional legion bow. Though his own spare bow was saftely compounded and strapped to his leg if the legion bow broke. He wasn't as strong of an archer as Jason or Tessa, or even the Hunters that stood here with them in the back, but his mastery of shadows was unparalleled. Well with the exception of Gunnar. “Lord Apollo, please let my arrows fly strait and my aim be true, Lady Diana, I know you don't like boys, but please, please let me be accurate and strong.” He prayed. Then he prayed to Venus and his father, protect his Amelia. If anything happened to her, well he wouldn't forgive himself. He left her a small gift on her bed for her to open if something were to happen to him. If not, he'd be able to wisk it away. Gabriel even made an exception to make an offering to Jupiter earlier. This was his camp. HE took in a deep breath as he tugged and tested his bow string, looking at the quiver on his back, he made a mental note of his arrows. All different sized arrow heads for various things, but nothing was better then plain onld arrows for getting rid of unwanted pests.

He waited for Jason's orders. Jason was a man that he could follow and he was proud to do so. But there was a rumor going around that if anything happened, Diana would take command. Gabriel knew that the hunters and their mistress didn't like men, but today he would give her no grief or problems. He would carry her orders out as best he could. He knocked an arrow to his string, taking in a deep breath. Gabriel looked at the long knives at his side and prayed that he would have the strength to use them if he had to. “Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason will our hearts should be as good “
Gabriel took in another deep breath, quoting Shakespeare in the name of Lord Apollo. Today was going to be their day.

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Gunnar stood behind the lines. Up front fighting was not his particular forte. As he did in the previous war, the legacy of Mors would be working in communications. And it would seem this time, he would work with his own protogee, Lance and the boy's grandfather Mercury. Rogers was elsewhere doing something that was probably of importance. He didn't wear armor. It was a detriment to what he was doing. He wore his nice shoes, slacks and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had his jacket that was a gift from his Ukki set to the side. He hoped that if given the chance at saving either himself or Tessa, his Ukki would choose the latter. He would do anything to make sure that the second cohort centurion would stay alive this day. His knives, daggers and assorted weaponary was at his disposal. But his greatest gift was his ability to use his shadow manipulation. He glanced at Lance for a brief moment before offering the boy his hand. “You've done well thus far, but let's not count our chickens shall we my friend?” He said with a slightly evil grin.

Gunnar turned his cold eyes out to the battlefield, remembering that day all those years ago. He could feel the dagger going through his father's chest, pushing past bone and muscle into the heart. There was the cry of pain, the ratteling breath and his own father's last words. 'Be strong my son, always strong' was what his father said before Ukki had taken the soul for judgement. At least if he was going to greet his Ukki this day, he would do so with dignity and honor.

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Cadence tugged at her bow, looking at her father in prayer. She wasn't ready for another war, not this close. Her breath was raggedy, but nervousness was running rampant. Her palms were sweaty, again offering more prayers to Apollo and her Aunt Diana. She felt a tight grip of unease that settled in her stomach, she didn't know how to quite shake it. She was worried that she would be such a disgrace, that she was going to burden her brothers, Jason and August. She didn't want them to be mad at her. She thought about Lilith and Tessa, praying that they would be alright once this battle started. Once blood was shed, disease would run rampant and she would pass out from the amount of draining that her curse had taken on her body. The same thing happened with the last battle but she didn't know if her body would be able to take the strain again. She saw Gabriel's face, the son of Pluto, she watched her former centuion, Felicity, stand with the cohort. She watched Clare, hoping for Jason's sake that she would be alright.

She shifted from foot to foot, waiting impaitently to have the battle start. She wanted so bad to get started. The sooner they could start, the sooner they could go home.

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Ronan didn't know if his cohort was ready for this. But it wouldn't matter. The centurion stood at the head of his own cohort, just last battle, he was in line with the others. He had his shield that his sister made him, his grip standing strong on the warhammer that his father blessed him with for making centurion. His eyes narrowed through the helmet of his own make. He trusted in his arm and his flame. The hammer lit at his touch, the flames licking at his skin. He turned to his cohort, looking in Miyuki's eyes, in the eyes of everyone here. They stopped on Marie, his friends girlfriend, on many of the younger members that hadn't even seen battle. He dispersed them through the ranks, making it so they wouldn't turn and run. “There's no lying,” Ronan started, his voice booming to his cohort. “Some of you will die. But when you fall, remember to go down fighting! Protect each other and be strong! The gods fight with us and we will defend our home this day! We will show the gods we are worth saving and we will show the legion that Fifth Cohort is nothing to laugh at!” He raised his hammer high, the flames blazing and he gave a roar of courage.

Ronan waited for Remus's command. He made his prayers to the gods yesterday, though why Charlie left a rose on the alter of Mors was beyond him. But he prayed to his father to keep his little sister and Edmund safe. Edmund wouldn't want the prayers, they were beneeth him. But Ronan made them none the less. Ronan tried to keep Jadis safe, but the little lion had been outfited with armor in case the fray had managed to get where the forge was. He spun his hammer around in a circle, trying to keep his mind calm as they waited. Waiting was the hardest part to do.

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That was correct, her army moved forward and those in Camp Jupiter stood ready. Waiting. She could see them, and she didn't like it. So often in a fight the first person to strike was also the one to loose, unless you won on the first strike at any rate. The rule never seemed to apply to Rome, they could strike first, second, whenever and they so often came out on top. Rhiannon was going against every fiber of her being, every thing she had ever learned about right and wrong by being here, by starting this war. A war she didn't even believe in anymore. Looking to the back of the formation she saw Saturn, waiting. Smiling. He found joy in this where Rhiannon found none. If not for cutting away her emotions she would feel guilt and misery. It was a good think she made those pesky things stop. She couldn't use her own sleep spell on herself, to keep the dreams from coming. Dreams were her subconscious, the emotions trying to dig themselves back up. Sure there was a micro nap here and there, and that was all that kept the daughter of Trivia alive. Last night she had tried to force herself to sleep, making her body at least rest. Taking a large dose of Z-quill or whatever it have been she bought. It was a dreadful sleep, filled with torture and mockery. It was the last sleep she would get until she was dead. If she didn't die in this battle she would do it herself. She couldn't live under Saturn's thumb a moment longer, it was amazing she made it this far considering her rampant disregard and hate for commanders. The only reason she was still here, still fighting, was what little bit of honor she had left. She made Saturn's army play fair. Gave advanced warning to Camp Jupiter. Kept the prisoners safe and well tended to. Kept the kids in the battle well fed and safe from monsters. That tiny bit of humanity that gripped her heart. She stayed for that. Saturn was as incompetent as anyone else. It made her appreciate Stone, Kyoto, and Zidane more. So few people from second cohort where on Saturn's side, possibly because of Jason and Zidane. And Valerie. Oddly enough Rhiannon still said a silent pray of apologies to the girl and her family. Her cohort. Her friends. Everyday since then, when the hour struck midnight. When the day started, and ended. Rhiannon double timed it down to where her troops were, and had them hold up their shields in a turtle formation. No doubt in her mind Jason would let loose his arrows the moment they were in reach. It wasn't a perfect cover, but it helped. She didn't have a shield on her though, she was reckless. She didn't care about her life. Not anymore. This was the start of the final battle, and over all the clattering of shields and swords she shouted the final blow to start the war. “CHARGE!!”

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: All Words: 509 OOC:

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we were b o r n to d i e march. charge. two words. two syllables. eleven letters. and an entire war was on. would it be better or worse than the previous one? no matter, no matter... any war was horrible. but just in casualties. how many romans? how many soldiers would fall today? tonight? days from now? like the good soldier he was, edmund charged with his fifty monsters. going against camp. going against saturn. going against everyone but himself and his family. it may have seemed twisted to most. heck, it was twisted to him too, but it was the only way he knew how. gods help him if he were to meet any of them on the battlefield.  as the troops advanced, edmund gave a mental instruction. a small pod dropped off of his belt. this was war. it probably had gone unnoticed. already, there was so much movement around him. plenty of monsters and other demigods to cover it up. the pod buried itself into the ground. ten seconds later there was an explosion behind him as shrapnel started sprayed everywhere. whoops. edmund heard a few of the monsters behind him drop. if he was lucky, he had hit other squads too. however, ed didn't bother to remove himself from the path. if he didn't look hit, it would've been too perfect. instead, he kept moving as he felt white hot pieces of metal dig into his skin. he bit his tongue, letting out a very quiet wince. he'd probably have way worse by the end of the day. his gaze went up towards the romans. swords started clashing. arrows started flying. somewhere, there was remus. somewhere, there was felicity, lyn, ethan, josh, nova, ronan, charlie, claire... dozens of other campers who didn't deserve to die. ed may've helped saturn, but he also provided a loophole. don't be an idiot and don't forget. it's pandora. IC: 310

it's going down i'm yellin' timber you'd better move you 'd better dance this was it. war day. ryan had always known that he wanted to help in the infirmary, but after seeing robin die, that plan was solidified. ryan never wanted to physically fight a war again. no, this time, he wanted to help as many people as he could. saturn side, roman side, it didn't matter. this was about helping and saving any lives he could. he felt ready. tessa had put them through intensive training. get them stable, then get them help. in out, simple. maybe not so simple when he accounted for the fighting that would go on around him, and those people who would target them because they were vulnerable. his job was to save and defend, not to attack. a job that he agreed to whole heartedly. the silence before battle was unnerving. he knew that most of the romans were voicing their prayers to the gods. they probably didn't need to hear anymore pleas, but ryan sent his own up anyway. prayed for his sister, his cohort, his infirmary friends, the children, just everyone. they were all too young to die in a war. they were all too young to be in a war. he stood ready, hand resting on his compact medical kit. on the other side of his belt were small, plastic vials of herbal remedies. he wouldn't be using his staff this war. instead, he trusted that tessa's training, along with his plant manipulation would get him out a live. or at least in one whole-ish piece. sure, he came into this war as a medic, but he knew that there would come a time where he had to fight. either offensive or defensive, it was still fighting, nonetheless. he stood, waiting for it to start. it was sure to happen at any moment: the start of the end. the bloodshed, the injuries, the tears, the heartache. the war. IC: 316

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War... Something that common and innocent people usually didn't like aroudn their lives or the lives of the ones that they loved. It was more than just a noun, because a noun was in fact something abstract that couldn't touch you, it was the phonic representation of something totally real. Because no matter how you called it... War, Guerra, война, bellum... and many, many other ways to call it, those were just how people around the world and through the ages had called a horrible event that envolved the murder of humans, demigods and other creatures.  War... Nick looked around the moment Rhia commanded them to charge against the camp. He lifted his arm so the ones under his commands also charged against Camp. He ran with his sword already out and ready to stab and gash whoever was in the path of his followers... or that was what all of them thought, that was what he left Sturn to think, but after that talk to his grandfather, he wasn't going to betray camp a single moment besides the ones he already had done it. He looked around and saw the cohorts, saw his cohort there, in the middle and he smiled at the sight of all of them.  War... Well, they were already in it and he wasn't going to let it hurt any one of them... So he ran a bit faster and when he was close enough to injure the first raw, but instead of inuring them he made a halt and turned to injure and stop the first raw of the ones that had been running behind him. He had made his choice and he wasn't going to be remembered as a traitor, maybe a crazy and lunatic one, but not a traitor! "I will try to spare your lives, but if I can't... then probably I'll meet you all by the river very soon!!" He yelled at them and attacked Saturn's ranks. War... it had just began... it would take many lives... Nick just hoped he could keep those he loved safely... Remus, Amelia, Tessa, Lyn, Ryan, Allan... Tag: Everyone Word: 352 Notes: He just attacked Saturn's army.

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REMUS STONE

He looked to his father beside him and took a deep breath. Having him there meant a lot. The gods would be with them. He glanced up at the thunderclouds gathering above. Yes, the gods were with them. He nodded to his father. “Thank you, father. I will make you proud.” And he meant it. He would do his dad and this camp proud if it killed him. Which, considering this was war and he was on the frontline, it very well could. But he didn’t let that deter him. He was a son of Mars and a praetor of Camp Jupiter. He would fight until he couldn’t fight at all anymore. His attention had strayed back to the battlefield before them until his father spoke again and he looked back to him with a smile. He could tell he was trying to lessen the tension and he really did appreciate it. “Now that would be fun,” he said with the hint of a grin. Though he wondered if his dad was just joking or if he really meant it. He took a moment to breath in the smell of oncoming storm – which could be attributed to Jupiter’s presence or to the oncoming battle he figured – and looked back to Mars. “Dad? I know you probably don’t need it, but… good luck. And thank you for being here.”

He took a moment to listen to the troops, the centurions shouting encouragement to their ranks. No doubt the gods were being inundated with prayers right about now. Heck, he would be joining in that effort if his dad, the main guy he would have prayed to, wasn’t standing right next to him already ready to help. And though he wouldn’t admit to it, having his father beside him, his strong hand on his shoulder, made him feel stronger. Listening to the centurions giving their pep talks encouraged him. This was Rome. Rome did not fall.

He heard the shouted commands from the other side too. They were not as encouraging. Any moment they would be upon them. And before the thought left his mind, the opposing army charged. “DEFENCE! GET READY!” Hardly after the words had escaped his mouth, something highly unexpected happened. There was an explosion behind enemy lines. Remus paused and looked behind him to see if it was Jason’s forces that had loosed whatever had done it, but no, it was a little too far. He looked back, just in time as the forces came within fighting range. This was it. He gladly went into battle for the sake of Rome, for those he cared about and those he didn’t even know alike. But something else was happening out of the corner of his eye. Nick, his nephew, who had turned to Saturn’s side was there… fighting Saturn’s side. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted by that when there was a battle to fight.


CLARE FONTAINE

Right. Pep talk. That was her job now. She turned to the group behind her, her cohort, only to see Felicity walking up to her. A smile came to her face. “Of course you can join us. Good to see you!” Right, not time for that pep talk. Because fourth had no one else to give it. But Felicity being here gave her some added courage. And so did seeing her friends standing at the ready, having faith in her. She smiled at them and raised her gladius. “Fourth cohort! For too long we have been looked down upon! Today we show how well we can fight! Today we show that we are true Romans! The gods are with us! Saturn doesn’t stand a chance! Are you with me?” The sound of cheering made her smile. Maybe she could do this. Maybe she could lead her cohort to war. She turned back around just in time to hear Jason’s voice and she bit her lip. “Apollo, help him…” she muttered.

PROMETHEUS

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AUGUST MITCHELL

August nocked an arrow at Jason’s command. He wasn’t looking forward to the rumor that Lady Diana might take command of the archers. No way in Pluto’s shady underwear. That woman was a psychopath when it came to men, even if she was a respectable archer and technically his aunt. Though the second mattered little. Family wasn’t that big a deal for him, except maybe Lilith. Perhaps after this war he would spend some time with his brother. Assuming both survived. Details. He would also spend more time trying to figure out what on earth was going on between him and Julia. Also assuming both survived. So on to the matter at hand: surviving and hopefully winning. He took a deep breath and watched over the horizon to where the battle would any moment be underway.

ETHAN HUNTER

This was not Ethan’s element. He was so unfocused right now, which was a bit dangerous to say the least. But he was almost always unfocused. Just the part about… being unfocused in a war. That was kind of bad. He held his gladius and listened to Clare’s little speech. Boy, was he glad he wasn’t leading anyone like her. He’d be a royal mess. Speaking of things he should or should not be doing, had he prayed for Lilith’s safety yet? Possibly. Probably. Like half a dozen times. But he nonetheless sent up another prayer for her. He knew she’d be tucked away in the infirmary where it would be really hard for her to get hurt, but still. Better safe than sorry. He spotted Felicity joining their ranks and grinned in response to her weak smile, waving her over to hopefully join him. A friendly face in this mayhem would be good. Give him someone immediate he felt he could defend. Seeing as that list included all of about… not very many people. The old quest team, Jason, Lilith… that was about it. So he sent up a silent prayer for each of them and hoped that Felicity at least would join him. He needed a steady friend right about now to settle his nerves.

AMELIA ROSE MacARTHUR

The sooner this started, the sooner it would be over, right? Hopefully. Thunder rolled above and she looked up. Normal people would think ‘hey, a storm must be coming’, but demigods and legacies here weren’t exactly normal. No, she knew what the thunder meant. They were not alone in this. She smiled to herself, sending up a silent thank you, even though her feelings on that matter were still conflicted. Jupiter and Gabriel, Gabriel and Jupiter. There was the definite downside that she couldn’t build a life with Jupiter. He had basically the world to run. And the upside that she could settle down with Gabriel. Though sometimes she was so conflicted about him; he was great at flattery and being a gentleman, but sometimes… sometimes that voice in the back of her head that had started nagging her the last year or so perked up and made her worry that he was only with her because she was pretty. Then again, was that the reason Jupiter liked her too? She wished her mom was here, to get advice from. For the first time ever, she was truly confused about the topic of men. Then again, for the first time ever, she was looking at it from a totally different angle.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to focus. There would be time enough to worry once this war was over, assuming she made it out alive. Then maybe she would try to get in contact with her mother. Or Nick maybe. Heck, if Robin weren’t gone she would go to him. Oh, Robin. Why did he have to leave? It just wasn’t fair. She missed him and Nick so much. Her family. She mentally cursed. There went her conflicted mind again.

SATURN

Sure, he could hear all the pep talks and prayers – yes, some were to him even, scattered amongst the demigods who had given their faith and allegiance to him – all the gearing up of a real battle. He glanced up at the clouds as thunder rumbled. It wasn’t hard to sense his son up there, even without the special effects that went with his huge ego. He could easily sense all the other present immortals too, whichever side they may be on. He looked over to the god next to him, picking his fingernails with a dagger. Normal? Probably not. But then again, he was hardly one to talk. “Are you ready, Somnia? To regain the respect you so deserve? It will happen, should we win this. The Olympians should have known better than to classify you as ‘minor gods’ when in fact it is you who are more powerful than they. They mean to put you down. I do believe it is time to show them how wrong they are, don’t you think?” He smiled, and it barely reached his cold, heartless eyes. Yes, it was time for war. Time to take back what was his.

MARIE WINTERS

This was it. The battle was here. She could see the opposing troops charging, hear the sound of metal on metal as the armies started to clash. And… an explosion? She couldn’t see what was going on from where she was exactly, but she was pretty sure Camp Jupiter hadn’t planted any mines or anything like that. Odd. She glanced at where Ronan was standing, her cohort centurion. He’d done so much to get their cohort ready. She just prayed it was enough. Gods knew fifth cohort wasn’t ever considered the best. Freaks and Greeks, they called them. Which was mostly true, wasn’t it? No. No, she couldn’t believe that. This war they would show the other cohorts what they were really made of. They would do their camp proud. She took a deep breath and raised her gladius, ready.

SAMANTHA MASON

Somehow, she didn’t find her former leader’s words reassuring. How could she not worry though? They were too close to New Rome. She didn’t like it. Too close to civilians, to innocents. She trusted Lady Diana, but… she wasn’t stupid. She knew the gods had limits, and that war was a chaotic thing. And, well, Diana had failed her before. She wasn’t a hunter anymore, was she? Part of her blamed herself, but there was always that little voice in the back of her head that pestered her, telling her that she couldn’t have helped it back then, that being upset over any death was moral, and that it was Diana who was in the wrong, who was the heartless one. Sam shoved her thoughts away. She didn’t have time for those right now. Besides, it was probably just her nerves acting up. Before going into battle, she always worried, now especially that she had innocents to worry about more than usual. Yes, it must be that. She took a deep breath and held her bow at the ready, arrow nocked. Another war. She was used to these, had fought in many, most with the hunters. Just another war. As long as she looked at it that way, unattached, she would be fine, right?

KAYLEE HANSEN

She winced at the sight of an explosion behind enemy lines. Please, gods, please don’t be Nick. She couldn’t get through the ranks – well, she could considering she could just go right physically through people, but she didn’t like the thought. It seemed rude. So here she was trying to get to where she hoped to find Nick the hard way. She didn’t care though. She was desperate. She had to find him. Had to keep him safe if she could. She no longer cared that he was a traitor. She knew full well it was on her own account that he was and she took full blame. It was time to make things right again. She would be there for him, even if he wasn’t himself right now. She had to.