Pink Panthers Theme Here [Edmund]

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Getting hurt around the Legion was fairly common. Heck, they were a bunch of kids, getting taught by kids on how to wield weapons, forge, shoot projectiles, heal, and whatever other people did around the Legion. And if the demigod wanted a social life outside of their training schedule, ha! Well, maybe they could get away with it if they were in (maybe the third), fourth, or fifth cohort they could get away with it. First and second, much less of a chance. In that way, Edmund was kind of glad to be in a busy body cohort. So much less time to let himself think and sleep. When he did have the down time to sleep though, he usually forfeited it for an all nighter in the forge. Over time, his body had gotten used to it, just like it had gotten used to all the first cohort drills. Jolly ran them like a well oiled machine. He had learned more fighting and had gotten more stamina under her watch for seven years than he had gotten by himself in ten. Ah well, she was a centurion after all. It was her job to make him battle ready, no matter how hard the road was to get there.

The road in question as still under construction. He could always find something to improve, whether it be fighting or forging. It was years of 48 hour drills, yelling, and rough and tumble methods. Demigods at the Legion developed a thick kind of skin after a certain number of years. The roughness, of course, varied from individual to individual, but if the Legion taught anything, it taught someone how to build stamina and to protect themselves from potentially fatal blows. Face it, if a person was throughly clumsy here with no Roman toughness, they'd all get skewered within the first week. Roman training wasn't meant for the weak; it was meant for the people who Lupa deemed worthy. No one would be here if the wolf didn't approve. Everyone had something. In the wolf's eyes, they all had a right to be here. If they didn't, they would be digested mush in the she wolf's stomach. The Romans didn't like whims that didn't meet their expectations. He supposed going infront of Lupa had been Edmund's first big test of if he had guts or not.

What it was exactly that Lupa saw in him, he honestly had no idea. He still questioned why he was admitted to this day. He had been ten. He had been (and arguably still was) traumatized. His legs still hadn't healed and he had been in a lot of pain. Nothing he could do about it though: Em had dumped him and driven off. Any hope or want of going back to her was gone. Edmund would have preferred getting eaten by the wolf than go back to his mortal life. Not getting eaten by the wolf was preferable as well. He guessed he should have been thanking Lupa for giving him a second chance at life, but it wasn't like he was going to do that. She had given him a new life... filled with even crazier consequences: a camp full of people and a world full of gods.

He looked over at Yates for a moment, watching her settle down with the icepack on her fingers. It would probably be best that she not over expose them to the forge fire for a couple of days, but who listened to rules about health around here? Certainly not him: he had missed six years worth of checkups, ignored medications, and did everything the doctors told him not to do. She look out a notebooks: it seemed like she was loaded with them... just like he had around four weapons concealed and on his person. Hey, if all else failed, use the notebooks as a shield. She seemed pretty set, so Edmund just carried on with what he was doing: trying to get Shadow's automation to light up. Still nothing. Well that was good. As he paused to make a few notes in his own notebook, there was a bang that vibrated and echoed throughout the entire forge.

Edmund froze slightly a slight streak of panic momentarily paralyzing his body. His head snapped up and his right hand slipped under his desk, just in case. Instead of something exploded and spreading fire though, he saw Yates, red faced and looking embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows slightly and in answer, he got her notebook and elegant hand writing. He looked at her and then at the stool she was sitting on. No idea what she did, but at least it didn't cause a fire or explosion. He gave a slight shrug. "It's fine." She didn't look hurt, just embarrassed, but then again, this was the Legion. A person could be hurt, but never let it on. Ah well, if if hurt enough (if at all) she'd find a way to help herself or let him know. She certainly had the past couple of times.

OOC: Ooooh mmk ^_^ Thankie for the input but I don't want to steal Josh's font haha <33
IC: 863

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She had startled him, just slightly. That was what she perceived anyway. The thought made her dive deeper into self loathing. Who wouldn't be startled by a loud noise in the forge at night. Looking around it was easy to see why, the fires that blazed in the forges, the little experimental things that lay arranged neatly now in the forge. Normally scattered about, but obviously cleaned up before they went to bed. Who knew what could happen with those things, a lot looked so unfinished the wires could easily be seen. Tessa was pretty sure she could remember a million bad things happening from exposed wires. This place was probably a worse death trap that that maniac obstacle course. The hardest one, deemed suicide course since that's what it felt like you were trying to do just by looking at it.

While Tessa normally associated herself with being a klutz, she really was not. Every accident she had was for anyone new to things, without any previous knowledge or affinity for it. It just so happened most demigods didn't branch off into things they weren't born for. Vulcan's children dominated the forges, while Apollo's lived in the infirmary. It was simply how things were. Except Tessa, who dared to branch out into things she wasn't supposed to. She was a grand daughter of Apollo so her archery and medical work was to be expected, perhaps even her stuffed critters could be coupled under his artistic abilities. Everything else she dis was out of the ordinary. The work she put into sword fighting was on the level of a Mars child, with less fruitful outcomes. Learning how to recycle paper wasn't exactly a child of Apollo, or Venus would do. Heck her lack of talking to people was something in the complete opposite direction. Tessa did not fit anywhere in the neat little notch that should have been made for her. In fact she didn't think there was a place for her at all, working at what she considered mediocre in every thing she did. Not a useful roman warrior like the Mars children, not a useful healer like the Apollo Children, not a useful forger like the Vulcan Children, no she was a legacy of Venus. A worthless legacy, unable to help people find love if it was on the other side of a wet paper bag. She didn't even use the gift she had been given out of fear, and selfishness. At least that was how she saw it.

Taking the ice off her fingers she examined her slightly burnt flesh a moment. The redness was down, and it seemed like there was no swelling of any kind. It was going to be fine thanks to Edmund's quick logic. Quick thinking almost seemed like he cared about her, though she was pretty sure it was only because she was another human being that he was so nice. Edmund said it himself, he felt responsible for the accidents that occurred in the forge under his watchful eye. Replacing the icepack Tessa made note of the time, and how much time had passed since she first received the burn. It would probably be best to give it another hour at minimum. Then she would go back, and make sure to not do stupid things like touch metal after it conducted heat throughout it's entirety.

OOC: I am sooooo sorry for the wait >.< I am the worst person ever T^T forgive me ellie-kins!

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The forge wasn't the best place for people who were klutzes. Of course, some people couldn't help it, but Edmund would at least hope that the Legion teach even the clumsiest to get some balance. No one with sloppy coordination had any hope for surviving in the forge. The entire building was just too much of a hazard. Edmund honestly was surprised that they didn't have multiple forge deaths. Sure, he had almost died of flashbacks when he was thirteen, but that was different. The opportunity to actually die in the forge presented itself in many ways throughout the day. It could happen one of many ways. Someone could get electrocuted. Someone could attach a wrong wire. Someone could rig an explosive. Someone could set the gods darn place on fire either on purpose or accident just by doing something wrong near the fires. They had plenty of fires around here. On the positive side, if anyone desperately wanted to get rid of anyone, they could just lure them into the forge and play out any of the above death options.

Then again, in all reality, anyone could die in the Legion from any one of their insane activities. Heck, someone could die crossing the street, yet humanity kept going... and going... unafraid of the day. Perhaps some where too naive and trusting of the world to truly know that their life could be zapped at any given moment, but Edmund had learned that lesson young. At least Yates seemed to just be getting minor injuries. She seemed used to being minority hurt while preforming different activities. At least she was deciding to do something different. All Edmund was semi-useful for was forging and fighting. Two things... the end. Knowing just two things didn't exactly get anyone far in life. He wasn't a very round person at all; in fact, his life was a very set and simple cycle, day in and day out. Forge, train, eat, sleep. The end (although the sleep got the least attention). Ed was surrounded by other forgers, some had been in here years. It wouldn't matter at all if Ed dropped out; there would just be a more experienced, better forge hand available to fill in. He guessed he had the comfort of the forge, but at the same time, he didn't exactly fit in. Not that he cared; Ed had been way too used to being the odd ball out.

My forge, my fault. One of Ed's unspoken, unwritten rules of life. Well, more accurately the saying could be expanded to "if it happens around me it is probably my fault". He had gotten used to that too. Always his fault that he couldn't make friends because of his personality. Always his fault that he got expelled because he was unruly. Always his fault that his family was gone because he had a nightmare. Yates getting seriously injured in the forge (or anyone really) meant him coming into contact with Kyoto and a crap full of paperwork. That was a day that Ed wasn't looking forward to; better to take care of minor things on the spot and eliminate that opportunity to arise. The seventeen year old semi looked up. Yates was carefully inspecting her minor burns; her pensive look seemed like she was a professional. Ed could easily see her working in the infirmary. "Any better?" he asked shortly.

OOC: YOU'RE SORRY!? This is atrociously late. I am super mega sorry ._.
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Burnt finger tips meant she wouldn't be doing anything too delicate in the infirmary for a little while. Thought most people would still trust her sensitive touch, and light way of doing things, she did not. Tessa had a very acute sense of touch, and it helped her greatly with everything she did from archery to sewing and all that lay between. However it had the rather annoying side effect of hurting very easily, and very much with things like this. Cuts were not as bad, at least not when it's a sharp blade. You hardly felt the slice of a sharpened blade, but burns? Tessa was not used to them, the pain that throbbed at her fingers. She was sure that the ones who work here day in and day out certainly must get hurt worse than what she was at the moment. Heck she saw people come in with burns worse than this and get mad when she told them to keep away from the forge for a few days. The heat near the fires would not help them heal, but what did the doctors know? Apparently nothing useful. Oh well, this was the legion and every last one of them was stubborn about getting their work done. That and the fact no one really likes the infirmary. Sure she loved the clean smell and the pure white walls, beds, and perfectly organized trays of tools, but she didn't expect anyone else to. Once in a while they got someone complaining of a sore stomach and seeking a place to lay down, more like skipping practice, but other than that no one outside those who worked there, wanted to be there. It was full of injured and sick people after all.

A clear voice reached out to her as she was in her inspection mode, and her attention turned back to the male who uttered the small sentence. He didn't really speak much, any time she had seen him. Near any person she had seen him with. Perhaps a sentence at most? He always seemed to keep whatever he had to say in as few words, syllables, as possible. Of course it could simply be that he didn't want to waste his breath on her. That was also a distinct possibility given her idiocy so far. Cut herself on a sword, trip, fall, nearly run into a wall, burn herself. The instances were building up against her, still she smiled at him. 'It looks like it is, though it doesn't seem to have been too bad in the first place. My fingers weren't in contact with the heat for long' she wrote out with her good hand. She used the notebook which still had a bit of notes from classes, but a blank page. It should be fine.

'I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. Please don't worry about me.' It was only the two of them in the forge, which probably meant he was here working because he didn't want to be disturbed by people. No, here was a loud obnoxious legacy of Venus for him instead. Perhaps not loud in the normal sense where they talked about anything and everything, gossiping about this or that. No Tessa was the special type of noisy that involved dropping metal to clatter on the floor, or lean causing her chair to thud against the hard floor and resonate through the near silent forge. That was the type of loud and obnoxious that Tessa was. She could never apologize enough. The horrible thought came to her mind, had she thanked him yet? For getting her the ice? Perhaps for several other things, but she was fairly certain she had not wrote, or shown her appreciation for the ice pack. Terrible. She had only cast her eyes away as he came and went quickly. 'Thank you for your quick thinking. It helped a lot' was that enough? No, probably not. Not after it took her so long to say a simple thank you. Her manners where failing her, sitting her studying instead of thanking him. Terrible.

OOC: Lol, no ellie. It's okay <3 I loves you and Eddikins