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Edmund had never really thought about his ability to make things as a power. When he was little, he just liked doing it as a past time. Wood understood him, people (outside of his intermediate family) didn't. It was only until he entered Camp and learned about the Ancient Roman world filled with gods, satyrs, demigods, and legacies, that it kinda clicked with him: it counted as a power. Everyone here had powers. It was like a super power Legion of soldiers or whatever. It had kinda been cool after the first week of him getting over and accepting all of the seemingly impossible information that they were shoving at him. Of course, at one point or another, he had seen Batman, Spiderman, The Hulk, all of those Marvel super heros. He may have been intolerant of books, but comics, movies, and TV, he could stand every now and again. He would be lying if he didn't imagine that he could be some cool superhero at least once in his childhood. Then the fire happened and goodbye childhood. Then again, he only had one year left of it in retrospect. If the fire hadn't beaten out his youth, then the Legion would have.

He nodded slightly as she agreed with his way of thinking. The times where someone would agree with Ed's thought process were few and far between. Then again, he thought of his ability to forge less as a power and more as a talent. Anyone could get good at carving, smithing, and crafting if given some time. The other cabins had actual powers: Venus could charm speak; Apollo could heal; Pluto could summon spirits; Neptune could manipulate water; Jupiter could control only gods knew what in the sky; Ceres could make plants grow out of the gods forsaken ground; Mercury could teleport themselves and so on. For him, it was more nurturing and expanding his talent. Everyone else would have to learn how to use and control.

The dark haired boy just looked at her and processed what she said about shadow traveling. She had to train, it was hard to control, she was still deposited at the wrong places, and it was tiring. That would probably make him frustrated beyond belief. Edmund nodded. "Sounds like apparition in Harry Potter," he noted in his usual voice. The three Ds: Destination, Determination, Deliberation. Ed looked at her. "So you have tried to get out and see the world," he said after he realized that she had said that she had been aiming for England. "Good for you," he said, a very slight smirk flashing across his face. Edmund nodded as she mentioned that it tired her out. "Physically draining. I can only imagine." He wondered if the Mercury kids felt the same way after they teleported. At least when he decided to turn out a factory worth of wood carvings or weapons he didn't get energy zapped. Maybe tired from pulling an all nighter, but it was different. He was quite happy that he didn't get tired after forging, if he did, that'd mean sleep. Sleep was never good for him.

As Felicity backed away, Edmund fluidly moved the blade down in an arch so that the tip was facing the floor. "No problem," he murmured, extending the hilt of the blade towards its owner. It was just his job. One that was expected of him and that he rather enjoyed, but just his job none the less. "It was half of yours too, you know," he reminded her. Edmund may have been cold, but gave credit where it was due. This time, the handiwork had not been all his own. At her question, he looked up again. What else could children of the forge do besides weapons and armor? He gave a slight shrug. "Build things... invent things... make things that involve technology and animatronics, or carving and crafting... or all four. Dunno, guess it depends on the kid."

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Felicity laughed softly at Eds comment. She had never thought of shadow travel being similar to apparition in Harry Potter. Then again, it had been awhile since she had re-read the series. She would have to do that again and analyze the description of apparition to see if it did have any similarity. If it did then she would request a belated Acceptance Letter from Hogwarts. Being a wizard seemed a lot more interesting then being a Roman. Though, that required a lot more learning and less fighting. Even though the fighting down in the wizarding world was with magic and now sharp swords. Where would all the Vulcan kids go? "I never thought of it that way. More like being swallowed alive by darkness is more accurate." Felicity said with a shrug.

At the mention of her wanting to travel she smirked. Yeah, she tried and even succeeded once. She had gone to London, only for ten minutes but still. Though, it wasn't the magically vacation she hoped it would be. It was midnight when she arrived in London, she forgot all about the time difference. Then she had landed in the river Thames. Those old spirits were not happy that a daughter of Pluto penetrated their waters. She barley managed to escape. Once she got back to camp she slept for a whole day. The greater the distance the more need to catch a nap afterwards. She shrugged. "Yeah, but the only time I did manage to get out of the country it wasn't that great of an experience. I just have to work harder. Shadow travel is really my only means of long distance travel. Boats and planes would kill me, literally." Felicity said with a soft smile, but it was more forced. "Yeah, that's probably why I have been called lazy. Lots of naps." Felicity said with a soft laugh.

Felicity watched as Ed pointed her sword to the ground. She grabbed the hilt and admired the work. To think that only a few moments before it was all bent at a horrible angle and not sharpened. She had come in as a raging lunatic too. It seemed like a whole different lifetime from now. She had managed to strike up a conversation with the lonely forger. Felicity might even be tempted to go as far as saying she had gained a friend during this meeting. Felicity smirked. "All I did was a short sharpening job. A majority of it goes to you. It's a really fine job too." Felicity said with a smile to follow the compliment. She listened as Ed answered her question. It was actually kinda interesting. They could built robots if they wanted! "Whats the most interesting thing you have ever made?" Felicity asked now intrigued.

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His mom used to tell him that he had select ADHD. He’d sit still for family things, but when he got to school, he couldn’t settle down for anything. She had been reading Harry Potter before the house fire and she had wanted him to try them. That never happened, obviously. It did when he got older though. He found old editions of the books and movies tucked away only gods knew where while slinking around camp. It took him forever, but he finally did finish the series. After reading the first book, Ed wanted to be a wizard. It probably would have been much cooler than being Roman. Sure, he could make stuff, but as said before, nearly anyone could learn to do that if they had enough free time. If he was a wizard, he could do so much more. He wouldn’t have a cohort, supposed half “siblings”, centurions, or a stuck up augur. His life would have been better. Sure, he’d have a House but whatever. The demigod boy gave a slight nod, trying to imagine what that must feel like: getting swallowed alive by darkness. “And then you get spirited away.”

Ed exhaled slightly. Traveling. His parents used to do it a lot as part of their job. They’d bring back wonderful pictures. None of them survived though. Edmund had always wished that they’d take him and his sister along, but it was never during any of their school vacations. It was always during the school year. “At least you got out,” Ed said with a semi shrug. It was much more than what he could do. Sure, he could run out of here and never look back, but again. He would have no where to go with no means of getting back. "Keep doing it and you eventually will,” he agreed, although his voice was still his unwavering monotone. At shadow traveling being her only means of long distance, Ed had to think for a moment before it clicked. “Oh, right. Jupiter and Neptune,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly. Seriously. The gods taking things out on the kids of other gods never made sense to him. Then again, the gods would be the egotistical, “nothing really matters ‘cause I’m immortal like that”, childish imps that they were forever. “So? It’s tiring. I’d like to see them try to do it,” Ed muttered when Felicity said that she had been called lazy because of all of her naps.

He looked at the blade. It looked fine now. Good as new as it was going to get. Of course, it’d get bent and dull in a few months, or even a week, from all the fight training, but at least now I could be the deadly blade it had once been. Ed did his productivity for the day in the aspect of his semi to non existent social life. He had managed a conversation and had managed to fix something. Productive socially AND forge-ly... (that wasn’t even a word). He gave a slight shrug. “Sharpening’s important, but, thanks...? I guess...” he grumbled. Yeah, praise by peers. Still didn’t know how to accept that. At her question, Edmund looked at her, trying to consider. What was the most interesting thing he made? He honestly had no idea. He barely considered anything he made to be interesting. They mostly got the name tag of “unproductive” from his centurions. "Not sure..." he muttered, trying to think. "Small electronic cars I guess," he said with a slight shrug.

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Felicity nodded slightly at his comment. Sure, shadow travel did spirit you away, only for a short time though. Still, it was hard to explain being swallowed by darkness until you have actually been swallowed by darkness. She made a mental note to perhaps offer Ed on a shadow travel adventure. Though, she would have to give him her tiny little rules and regulation quip about it. First things first, you will throw up on your first time. Only a small percentage of people didn't throw up. Of course, Felicity didn't know that for sure. She just read past records from when there was a good number of Pluto children. Apparently ninety five percent of them threw up on their first trip. Felicity was one of those luck five percent who didn't lost their lunch. Still, she would be sure to bring a barf bag for Ed, that is if she ever remembered to suggest that to him.

Felicity nodded in agreement. True, she had gone out. The only bad thing was that it was never for long. She wanted out permanently. "Yeah, eventually." Felicity said with a sigh. She couldn't read Eds emotions all that well, but something in her gut told her to bring up the previous proposition she made a mental note about. "If you want, we could hang outside camp. Go to a McDonalds or a Wal-mart, something. Just be normal for a couple of hours. It would be maybe an hour, two at most, but I think it'd be worth it." Felicity said excitedly and with a smile. She personally was looking into her next adventure outside. It would be nice to have a companion for the next trip. Still, she would have to plan it right in order not to get caught by anyone.

Felicity shook her head softly. Couldn't this guy even take a compliment without feeling awkward? "You're welcome. Electronic cars? Sounds cool. You should make a flying electronic car that is driven by an electronic monkey that speaks in rhymes." Felicity said excitedly as her imagination ran a little while. It would be funny. The legion deserved some laughter. Plus, she didn't see how Ed would be able to make that with a straight face, or even listen to her say what she said with a straight face. She had probably cut herself all the way down back to the weird level. Not like she cared or anything. She would be herself, if people didn't like that, then they needed to not associate with her. Simple as that.

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Spirited Away was apparently a popular Japanese film. Or at least, had been. Edmund was pretty sure that the girl's "spirited away" was much less intense in feeling than what Felicity had to go through. He wondered if the Mercury kids had to endure the same thing. They could teleport... right? He doubted that they'd have to get swallowed by shadows though. That was just child of Pluto bonus: having the shadow spirits at their command. Now that he was thinking of it, it had been an anime animation. Kind of like Avatar the Last Airbender. He had seen an episode or two: they had all the benders at Camp. Neptune kids were water, Ceres kids could be earth, a select few of Vulcan could be fire, and Jupiter were air. From travel shadowing to Avatar: TLA. What was eating at his ADHD today? Then again, from his thought process, the progression of different topics kinda made sense. If not to others, to him, if only in a vague sense.

Ed gave a slight nod. Felicity probably had the rest of her life trying to get her shadow traveling to where she wanted it to be. Face it: it was impossible to be perfect. If it was possible, the world would be filled with perfect, boring people. It was kind of human nature to try to be the best; mostly out of survival instinct. Survival of the fittest. It had annoyed him to no end when teachers would tell him "practice makes perfect". Then again, in the life of a demigod, it was more like: try to learn your powers the best you can so you can try to get good use out of them before you die at the young age of 25 or less. He looked over at Felicity as she suggested leaving Camp. He'd be lying if he didn't think that leaving for even an hour would be kind of cool. Edmund hadn't left Legion since getting here. Six years of the same places, same people, same routine. Walmart. McDonald's. The names kind of clicked, almost like a far off memory. Memories of being normal. Being in a car with his family; just driving around and shopping. Despite trying to stay normal, his curiosity and want to get out of Camp overrode it. "Sure..." he said, his head tilting slightly to the side. "Maybe."

Awkward, antisocial Edmund. Typical. He bonded more with inanimate objects than people. Not weird at all. The cars had been the last moving transportation device he had made before the fire. He eyed her, his face semi fighting to stay straight. "Sounds like quite the creative mind you have..." he said, raising his eyebrows. First the singing bird and now the flying car. His creativity was near zero. Ed usually just made or fixed things that were already in existence. Half the Vulcan kids were inventors as well. Him? Not so much. "Seeing what you'd turn out of the forge if you were half Vulcan would be interesting."

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That one word, sure. Edmund had somwhat agreed with Felicity to go outside of camp, even if he shortly came up with a maybe right after. She wouldn't make him regret the trip. They would go to a McDonalds and Felicity would laugh as he ate a Happy Meal, noting the irony in that scene. However, a little voice in her head told her she shouldn't plan this all out to her way. She should see where Ed wanted to go, wanted to do. She had been outside plenty of times before hand, experiencing the wonderful sensation it felt to be normal for a short time. Felicity just wanted Ed to experience that. A lot of the campers hadn't left since the start of their training at the legion, it was kinda depressing. They had no idea what they were missing. She didn't want Ed to be one of those mindless, Roman infested idiots roaming camp who had no idea of what was going on outside of their secret camp.

"So, do you have any preference to what you want to do? I was thinking of making you eat a Happy Meal. Not to sound offensive but it would be a little hilarious. Considering how emotionless you can be sometimes. But that's just you, if you weren't like that you just wouldn't be the same Ed." Felicity rambled with a bright smile on her face. She acted oblivious to what had happened throughout the day, the sparks, the legionnaire who caused her to dent her sword. That was all history, now she was planning for the future.

Felicity laughed lightly. Her, half vulcan? How weird that would be. Sure, she was a little creative, she did read a lot of books. Yet, she couldn't even make a snowman right when she was little. Her engineering skills are the lowest of the low. "Creative, yes. However, I have no building or engineering skill at all. I can't even make a snowman. How about I think of cool stuff and you make it. We could start a business. The Ed and Felicity Emporium." Felicity said with a laugh as she was her natural optimistic self. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of her and Ed running a business off of built objects. Would they become Camp Jupiter billionaires or would they end up having a lot of random objects littered around the forge? Probably wouldn't happen though. Felicity was just glad to make conversation with Ed, that way she could figure out what he would also might be interested in doing when they go on their adventure to the outside.

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notes: Adventure Time with Edmund and Felicity

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Okay... so Ed had semi-agreed to step outside of Camp's boundaries. What had he just agreed to? He had vague memories of what the world had been like when he had been nine, but that was pretty much it. A few store and eatery names that were probably still around. Since getting dumped at the Wolf House, he hadn't had a glimpse of outside since. He supposed getting exposed now would be kind of cool. Unless he wanted to be trapped in New Rome for the rest of his life, he should at least see what the world was like. If he chose not to stay in New Rome, at least going out into the mortal would wouldn't be an entire culture shock. Being almost normal again. The mortal normal was the Legionnaire weird if he thought about it. Life at the Legion was normal to him now. Probably normal for all of them. What could kids remember from their life of ten and down? He remembered a chunk, but for six years, fighting, training, and this Camp had been all he knew.

"No, not really," he said, shaking his head. "You probably know more about the outside world than me, nowadays, anyway," he shrugged. As long as it was away from Camp, he kind of didn't care where they went. Okay, he took that back. Anywhere but places with needles. The demigod boy looked at her. Happy Meals. That kind of clicked somewhere along from his childhood; a second later, he remembered. "Those things from McDonald's still exist...?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. He was kind of surprised that McDonald's still existed to be completely honest. Then again, what was he expecting? He didn't exactly know. A smirk flashed across his face. He, of course, took no offense. Edmund knew full well that he was 99.999% of the time emotionless. "That would be quite the irony," he nodded. Emotionless Ed eating a Happy Meal. Yeah. Definite irony. "True," Ed said, shrugging slightly; he knew that they all had things that made them, well, them. He was Ed: antisocial, emotionless, and a jerk.

Edmund shrugged slightly. "You could learn basics given some time," he said in his usual flat voice. Maybe not everyone would be good at it per say, but they could at least learn some sort of aspect of building if given instruction and time. That was one of the main reasons he didn't exactly consider his gifts with the forge as a power. They were gifts, yes, but not exactly powers. If someone was worked with long enough, and with the right instruction they could build something. It was the Vulcan kids who had the resistance and ability to control fire that really had the real power. "Well, we have a trade off there, that's for sure," he nodded. At her suggestion he shrugged, another small smirk ghosting across his usually stone like features. "Who knows, we could make some good denarii and be successful entrepreneurs."

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It was true, Felicity did know a lot about the outside world. Sure, she didn't know a lot about the current activities or topics. For stuff that has been around for a good while she knew about. Mainly when she traveled out of camp it was to chill at a McDonalds watching the news channel which always played on the lobby televisions, or she would go to the closest store, most of the times it was Wal-Mart, and hung out in there. Going to a place that had malls was way better. She would spend as long as she could examining all the new and exciting stuff. She didn't ever have a lot of money to buy big things but grabbing a quick bite was always a must. Besides, her mom still had some savings account still up for Felicity in case she needed it. Most of the times Felicity used the card as an extra key if her door is locked.

"You're probably right. Though, I will admit, I haven't been outside of camp for about a month now." Felicity said with a laugh. Probably not a lot had changed in a month. In fact, probably nothing had changed. Well there might be new menu items at the restaurants that changed with the season but other then that she couldn't think of anything. Happy Meals not existing? That seemed weird. "Well of course they still exist. What do you expect the kids to eat?" Felicity said as she remembered her last happy meal, which she obtained on her last adventure. It had some stupid My Little Pony toy inside. Felicity still didn't understand what a neon colored pony with a tattoo on its butt could appeal to the younger generation. "I guess we'll have to get one to laugh about at a later date. Breaking News: Ed eats a Happy Meal." Felicity said with a burst of laughter.

True, she could learn basics over time. She shrugged. "You're right but I don't think forging is the best seat for me. I'll stick to graveyards and shadows. Though, we will have to start that business. Then we could just pay everyone to leave us alone if we wanted. But you'll still be stuck with me since I'd be a business partner." Felicity stated with a smirk. She was enjoying talking to this Vulcan kid. After she had literally scrapped off some exterior, maybe, he was actually a nice person to talk to. She didn't doubt that there was more to him. Maybe he was just misunderstood, or preferred being alone and she just caught him at a good time. Either way it was nice to be neglecting her duties and talking to someone.

A knock on the forge drew her attention. "Felicity! Are you done in the forge? The rest of the cohort wants to go to dinner but you have to take roll first!" The nervous voice yelled. Felicity groaned and rolled her eyes. That's right, roll call. One of the most useless tasks to do. Did the camp actually expect someone to not be there? Wait, who was she to think that? She left a lot. Okay, so then besides her who would leave camp? Seriously, that was the most useless things she had to do. However, that legionnaire was right. It was getting close to dinner time. Where had the day gone? She had to report for her duties. "Sorry Ed. It was great talking to you. I'll let you know when I'm next available to leave camp. I'll make sure Charlie understands too. Better to talk to her then Maddi." Felicity said with some disgust at the name of Maddi. She sheathed her sword and went to the door of the forge before flashing Ed a last smile and waving bye. "Bye Ed!" Felicity said as she left the forge.

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If he was honest, Edmund kind of missed being normal. True, the mortal world only had bad memories for him, but he missed going home to his house with his parents. He missed going to the park and swinging. Heck, he missed the birthday party he had at Chuck-E-Cheese. Here, he had his cohort. Not family. Not in the least. He didn't ever think he'd ever have a proper family again. Not while he was at the Legion, at least. It was far from relaxed here than it could ever get. Okay, maybe there were instances, but they were few and far between. Once a kid was at the Legion, their childhood and teenage years got destroyed. They were no longer a child. They were expected to become a solider. Grow up, get receding, gray hairs, and wrinkles within a couple of years. ....maybe that was a bit extreme, but it was entirely possible.

Edmund just shrugged slightly. "At least it's something," he said. "Besides, it probably wouldn't change that much in a month," he muttered. If there was anything he remembered about his time in the mortal world it was that everything changed from slowly to not at all. And the Happy Meals were still there. Probably still with the toy in accordance to whatever was popular at the time. He had Meg used to collect those. Of course they were all gone now, but still... they had made a bucket full of McDonald's toys whenever they were brought out to lunch there. The sixteen year old semi smirked, rolling his eyes to hide his slight amusement. That would be something. Pretty much the unhappiest, emotionless kid in the planet eating a Happy Meal. Who couldn't appreciate the irony in that?

He nodded as she said that the forge just probably wasn't her thing. "Whatever floats your boat," he said. They all had different things that they were good at. Felicity had her optimism and her shadow travel. Edmund probably wouldn't be that good with it when (and if) the time came. He'd stick to the forge. "Never thought about it like that... my life would get infinitely better," he said in his normal tone, a very light smirk flashing across his face. Pay people to leave them alone. Brilliant. Then Felicity came up with the down side of it: "Oh gods help me," he muttered, slightly sarcastic, but with a slight, almost teasing edge. Felicity, right now, was probably the only one who he semi kinda didn't mind hanging around with. She had done near to nothing to push the many wrong buttons that he had. It had honestly been a while since he had an actual conversation with someone that hadn't out right ended in a fight.

Then there came a knock. The dark haired boy looked over. Another Camper was calling Felicity to role call her Cohort. Oh role call... he probably wasn't there for 1/4 of his. No doubt that Petty and Jolly would have his neck later. "No need to apologize. Centurion duty calls," he said with a shrug. He raised his eye brows slightly. Nice talking to him... sure, right... He highly doubted that. "Alright," he nodded, semi skeptically. Right. Talk to Jolly and see if she understood. He didn't exactly see her understanding an outing of training and the Legion, but Felicity seemed to be one bent, stubborn, optimistic daughter of Pluto. Although he had to agree, Jolly would probably be better swayed that Petty. By the way Felicity said her name, he could tell that she didn't quite enjoy the co-centurion of the first cohort either. "Later," he murmured as the forge door shut. Back alone in the semi darkness, he picked up a new block of wood and began to carve another grandfather clock.

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