I'm So Rumbly In My Tumbly || Open

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Even antisocial, practically live in a war zone/volcano demigods needed to eat sometimes (or rather three times a day). That's why, at 1830, Edmund showed up at the Mess Hall. True, dinner wasn't supposed to start until a half hour later, but since when did he care about rules? School? When he was younger, yes. But then he got older, and started rebelling out of the system. Half his own free will, half because of his want to survive monster attacks. The only thing he kinda did listen to was his schedule, or rather the eating and training times (kind of). He'd train daily (yet rather sporadically), then he'd hide in the forge when not training, and then resurface to either train again or eat; everything else was kind of up in the air. What was "everything else" anyway? Training included sparring, weapon technique, obstacle course... all that good stuff. What else was here for them to do except for him to forge, them to fight, and then the centurions to yell at their cohorts? For his six years of service, Camp Jupiter didn't exactly strike him as a recreational center in any way shape or form.

Today, Ed's daily act of rebelling came in the form of breaking dinner time, because... well, he was hungry. Okay, kind of a weak excuse with no other grounds other than that, but it was true. Weak never cut it at the Roman Camp, but he wasn't much up for parameters either. It wasn't like he was going to steal food, or hadn't eaten before, but he was just... hungry. He also didn't think he'd need mention that earlier was usually people-less, or at least with less people, but that was just a bonus. If there were any people in here, Edmund just did what he normally did: blocked them out. If any where here, they were probably there for first pick seating or whatever. He just sat at whichever couch/table was nearest. The aurae probably wouldn't start serving actual dinner until the actual blow of the whistle or whatever they wanted to call it, 1900, but that didn't exactly mean that he couldn't take some of the grapes from the small appetizing dishes. Edmund had started out with a slight distaste for grapes... but after six years of Camp, they had grown on him.

OOC: ....I was obviously hungry when I wrote this xD
Awkward OOC Ed thread title for the win o.o
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Jason had just fiished making his rounds and checking on his cohort, reminding them that dinner was soon. He told everyone he was going on ahead. As he approached the mess hall he could smell the aroma of meat cooking in several different seasonings. A slight rumble came from his belly. He grinned and half walked and jogged into the mess hall. He automatically grabbed a plate and filled it with grapes. Gosh, why couldn't they just serve food all day? He glanced around the mess hall hoping to find no one but his eyes landed on the back of a dark haired kid. Being the outgoing smart ass he was he walked over and was stunned to see the most antisocial kid at camp sitting there. Of course being surprised by the fact of an anti social kid being alone was a bit contradictory. He sat next to the kid and poked him in the side.

"Well, glad to see you don't have rabies. Though you were a lot pudgier as a piglet." Jason said with a roar of laughter. He tossed two grapes into his mouth as he swung an arm on Edmunds shoulders. Jason smirked. He knew that this kid hated contact but that was what made it all the more enjoyable. He was bit evil in a way if you thought about it. He enjoyed remarking and joking about peoples demeanor. Though by far he enjoyed teasing that feisty little blonde Maddi, or Charming, as he is prone to calling her.

Suddenly a laugh erupted from him as a hilarious thought crossed his mind. Imagine this kid with a girlfriend. She would have to be one stubborn mule to put up with this mute kid. Though someone had spread a rumor about that stupid dead chick and him. Gods, he hated that Felicity character. She was always excited, like she overdosed on happy pills. You would think that for someone who killed off camp members she would be less happy, more in a depression like most Pluto kids were. She went against the entire norm and it annoyed the Jason kid. "So Eddie, a little birdie told me you were talking to that Pluto chick, Felicity. It's best to stay away from her. She's a murderer." Jason stated with an evil smirk. He hoped that this Ed had more of enough sense to stay away from the girl before he got himself hurt. Jason studied the kid.

outfit: here
words: 451
notes: Gosh that ending is horrible but ...muse just died O.O

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Graphic Credit to Cori ^_^

Edmund didn't remember his mother's cooking much, but this place usually triggered something... the smells must have been close. Or, rather, whenever they cooked the meat it smelled somewhat familiar. While he was waiting for the actual food to be brought out, he ate another grape. At least this place usually produced good grapes year round. One thing he did remember from his childhood was eating grapes when they were out of their prime season. Maybe they always had good grapes here because of Bacchus' kids... Then there were footsteps. Someone else had decided to come to dinner early. There went his semi kinda as close as you could get to a good mood Edmund (which wasn't really much of a good mood at all). A slight scowl flashed across his face as he saw the Legionnaire and identified him as Jason Kyoto, spawn of Apollo. Ed had the unpleasantness of remembering his name/face after their run ins. First at the archery rink...and then again when he was transformed into a pig.

The older boy strode into the room, picking up a plate and some grapes in his passing. It seemed like they were both hungry and both weren't prepared to see another Camper rebelling against the system. As if this had to get any worse, Kyoto decided to sit next to him. Edmund glared at him after getting poked in the side; he tried to whack the older camper's hand away. "Pity I didn't," he snapped back, a slight growl rising in his voice. The multiple stomach pokes had been unnecessary. Ed had bitten, scratched, squirmed, and fought like hell. Anything to get away from people picking him up and touching him. He disliked getting handled as a pig as much as he disliked getting handled as a human; he probably hated it even more as an animal since he was so much smaller and much more vulnerable. Then again, his struggle had been next to futile; a baby pig didn't the assets to qualify as dangerous: small hoofs, dull teeth, and a very small body. Kyoto went to put an arm over Edmund, and the younger camper went to duck out of the way. "I will cut your arm off," he hissed, looking over at the older male. His face the usual: unreadable, but he was feeling something close to murder.

He just glared at Jason as he started laughing. "You are mental," he snapped, rolling his eyes. Edmund didn't know what he found so funny and he as sure as hell didn't want to know. At the word Eddie, he turned, eyes of daggers pinned on Jason. "Do. Not. Call me that. Ever." A bird told him something? Seriously? What were they in? Fifth grade? "That bird needs to get shot dead," he said in his usual monotone voice. Edmund hated rumors. Why couldn't people just buck up and tell what they thought to other people's faces? He certainly did. "I'd rather stay away from all of you," he said coldly, rolling his eyes. Murderer? Oh really. "Aren't we all?" he scoffed. Battle of Orthy's. Edmund had done his share of fighting. Of killing. Of becoming an animal who went on instinct. He probably still was one.

OOC: No no it's fine ^_^
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Jason backed his arm off the hissing kid. "And I thought only woman were the ones who went about PMSing." Jason retorted with a laugh. This kid had some serious issues, it really ruined the happy go lucky atmosphere that Jason kept around himself. He thought to himself. If the little porker did have rabies he would have had to put the little Wilbur down. "Nah, you would have hated to have rabies. We would of had to kill you. Then more then likely your pudgy little pig meat would be sacrificed to a God. Knowing your luck it was probably going to be Mars." Jason said with a goofy grin plastered on his face. He had remembered how Mars said that the pig was a reflection of Edmunds inside. Personally Jason thought a snake would be better. No one ever wants it around and its happy being by itself but when you crossed him it would kill you.

Jason winked at the kid and placed his thumb and pointer a little a part. "For your sake I am only a twinge mental today." Jason threw another grape at his mouth but it missed and jumped at Edmund instead. Jason didn't even bother apologizing he just tried to throw another grape in. Finally that one hit its target and he chewed on the prize victoriously. "Ah, did I make little Eddie mad? Besides the little bird was.." Jason thought for a minute. Who had he heard it from. He couldn't remember so he would just blame it on the Charming Maddi. "...Maddison Petroski. Yep. She said she talked it over with her Uncle Cupid and are planning to make you and Death girl official. What a horrible pairing.You deserve better and she deserves worst." Jason said as he chewed on the last grape.

All of us murderers? Please he had to be joking. It was one thing to kill people in combat but to outright kill your companions, the people you had been with for most of your life, well that was totally different. He looked at the Vulcan kid with a dead stare. One that he used mainly for enemies. It was as cold as a winter morning in Alaska. "Listen here twerp." Jason said as he poked the demigods chest a bit roughly."It is one thing to fight for your camp. I've killed too. I was unable to save some of my friends during that battle. However what your little girlie friend did killed several campers. She killed ruthlessly. Theres a reason people like her aren't suppose to exist." Jason said with one more icy glare before he changed his demeanor back to one full of eagerness, which is normal for him.

"Everyone has some horrible past here Eddie. You're nothing special. You need to quit being an inconvience to everyone here. Heck, sometimes we wonder why Lupa even let you in." Jason said as he stood up and got more grapes and sat across from Ed eating them nonchalantly.

outfit: here
words: 573
notes: Ouch

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Graphic Credit to Cori!

Ed's face blanked over and half relaxed as Jason took his arm away. Thank the gods Meghan had never grown up enough to PMS... If this was him, gods only knew what his little sister would have acted like. He pulled his mind out of it and his dark gaze rested back on the spawn of Apollo. How he and Felicity and every other crazy he had met here could stand to act happy in a place like this, he'd never understand. It wasn't outright impossible for him to be happy... close to impossible, but not impossible. For instance, if Jason had gotten rabies... he would have been happy. Maybe it'd shut his optimistic face hole. He half rolled his eyes at Jason, but couldn't help but admit to himself that it would have been easier. Get him out of the way. "Surprised that one of you didn't turn me into bacon when you had the chance," he said dryly, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Yeah, just my luck," he scoffed sarcastically. "Sacrificed to the god who turned me into an animal." Which had kind of been Vulcan in a sense, but he wasn't even going to go there. Maybe Mars had turned him into a pig in the hopes that someone would roast him. He had been in the forge: making a pork roast wouldn't have been that difficult. If given the option, Edmund would of gone with a Rottweiler.

"Oh, how lucky am I?" Edmund muttered sarcastically. He barely flinched at the food projectile; instead, he caught it and threw it back into one of the bowls. Someone else could pick up his happy disease. Someone other than him. A few more grapes later, Jason finally made it in. Ed scowled slightly at the rhetorical question and then glared at the older male again as he continued to call Edmund Eddie. Eddie was off limits. Anything else: Ed, Jerk, Heartless, Looser, Twerp, Boy, Probie, he'd be mildly okay with (more and more mild as the list went down), but Eddie was just...no. His eyes narrowed very slightly. Maddison. He had heard that name somewhere before. Probably nothing good attached to it. He had heard the name just as he had heard all others: eavesdropping around Camp. He didn't exactly remember if he had a face to match, but he didn't care. And Cupid. The freaking love god. He just rolled his eyes. "Believe what you want," he said flatly, shrugging. Screw what other people thought. If it wasn't true, it wasn't true. Besides, Ed deserved nothing, and Felicity deserved way better. But it wasn't like he ever was going to say out loud, much less to anyone's face. Actually, he probably would say he deserved nothing, but he'd omit the part about Felicity.

Then Jason was glaring at him. Edmund just looked back, with his same cold, but otherwise blank, emotionless gaze. Getting glared at. Like that was going to scare him? After his elementary school, his aunt, and six years of Legion? Puh-lease. Ed didn't fight the poke Jason gave him. It was non friendly. That contact he was okay with. He barely blinked as Jason gave his little spiel. "Noted," he said sarcastically. Someone like him shouldn't exist either. Technically all the demigods were illegitimate. Back to day one's argument. Why and how did this all exist? Jason's mean switch turned off. Gods. Was EVERYONE here bipolar?! At least Ed was always constant.

Edmund ignored the first part of Jason's sentence, his teeth gritted slightly as he called him Eddie again. Dear gods these people didn't listen. "I know I'm not," he said, rolling his eyes. "Never will be. Never have been," he snorted, shrugging. He came to that reality a long, long time ago. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "You guys are the ones who are making me out to be the inconvenience. I was doing fine by myself, and then you all had to nose in," he snapped, his dark brown eyes flaring. His face relaxed and lost emotion, "I wonder that a lot myself," he said flatly, shrugging, and eating another grape.

OOC: Bash him! Bash him good o.o
Okay... where'd all that muse come from? >.>
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Jason rolled his eyes. It was common knowledge to not murder your camp member. "You wouldn't have tasted good. Besides, no one was up to doing the gutting." Jason lied. In truth there was some concern for him around camp, hence why he had to check on the piglet. Though the concern was mainly towards illnesses and diseases then about Eds safety. There was a few people who cared about that too though.

Jason laughed. Believe what he wants? Okay, he could do that no problem. Lets see. He believed that Maddi was in love with him and he believed that pig brains there was going to die before hitting twenty. If not from some annoyed camper it would defiantly be by one of the Gods. They can only turn a mortal into an animal so many times before it got boring. "Hmm...I believe that you should just save people the misery of your anti-social existence. Just go drown yourself. I'm sure you can anger Neptune enough for that." Jason said with a smirk. Though with that hated statement the smirk seemed out of place. Then again Jason was an enthusiastic prick.

Jason couldn't help but glare more at Edmund. The way he just looked back like he had heard this all before and he really didn't care about what they thought. It was enough to annoy anyone. Jason tried desperately not to grab the gladius equipped at his side. He was very tempted to run this little piglet through and have his guts splatter all over the mess hall. "Whatever. Note it or not." Jason said through clenched teeth.

Jason scuffed. He was the one who nosed in? This was the mess hall. Soon it was going to be packed with people and he blamed him on nosing in. Wow this kid was haughty. An evil grin flickered onto Jasons face. "I think little Eddie needs to be taught a lesson. Why not grab a gladius and lets see if there is a reason Lupa let the little piglet join the legion. Or are you going to cower under a workbench again. Its no wonder why you are one of the few people to never receive mail. Your family was probably happy to get rid of you." Jason said as he stood up and unsheathed his gladius. Though, it was really weird for Jason to be this rude to people. Well, unless it was Maddi. There was just some nerve that this Eddie kid picked at. It made anger burn through his veins and get his adrenaline pumping. He kept getting flashes of anger where it made him smile to see this little pig sprawled out on a field defeated. He wanted to have that amusement. Who knows? Perhaps Mars was still mad at Ed and decided that Jason should beat him up. It was very unnatural for this boy of Apollo to act this way. He was a healer for Gods sake!

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notes: Oh geesh...when did I make Jason such a bully. And sorry for the short post...Ed is sometimes hard to reply to without Felicity XD[/quote]

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Edmund was going to drive himself crazy around these people. Rough and trouble Romans, and after six years of endless Legioning, he was sick to say that he had almost become one of them. Or already was. He wasn't sure. Ed honestly was't sure what he was other than an antisocial jerk these days. He knew for a fact that elementary school had been the first to harden him and then it all just went down hill from there. The downhill tumble was continuing at camp. Whatever it was about this place (namely the people), it seemed to bring out the very worst of him. Ed just rolled his eyes. "Right," he scoffed sarcastically. He probably would have been to tough to eat, anyway. But the fact that no one wanted to degut him was unbelievable. Edmund thought that he would have made a mortal enemy by now.

The dark haired boy just eyed Kyoto as he started laughing. Edmund didn't exactly find any of this funny, but then again, what did he find funny? Right now, probably the idea of Jason getting whacked around in the arena. In all honestly, people talking about him didn't exactly make him tick. It was annoying as hell and it was cowardly to spread rumors instead of saying it right to his face, but whatever. He had kind of been desensitized from grammar school, where Ed had been talked about, a lot. All he knew that in cases like this, denying it was only going to make it worse, so he just shrugged it off. Whatever. He knew the truth and that was the only thing that mattered. The demigod boy merely looked at Kyoto. "Well you could always just ignore me and leave me alone," he snapped. At his suggestion, his face blanked over. "That's an idea. I could get turned into a sea serpent of something and the. forever haunt that body of water," he said flatly.

Ed crossed his arms slightly, watching the usually calm son of Apollo's face. Seemed like he managed to bring out the worst in people. The sixteen year old shrugged, his blank face and monotone were apparently frustrating Kyoto. Oh poor child... sarcastically, of course. Why couldn't anyone just leave him? Just drop it and move on. Ed's eyes flared as he got called Eddie again. Everyone had to get their hearing checked here. "Let's see, where've I heard that before?" he asked sarcastically. Oh right, from the gods that had decided to go around changing him. Had anything changed? Nope. "You're on," he snarled, glaring right back at Kyoto. He honestly did wonder why Lupa let him. What he hell did she see in him? It would have been easier for her to kill him. At least he would have been with his family.

At the older boy's last comment, any sort of emotion that Edmund had on his face was lost as his complexion got a shade paler and his eyes seemed to get darker. The spawn of Apollo had just hit a nerve. A really, really, really bad one. "I guess so," he said, forcing his voice to stay cold and emotionless. New place. New people. Same situation. It never changed. Why did he ever trick himself, even for a second, to believe that Camp would be any different from school? In some respects, it was even worse.

OOC: LOL it's all good. And forget ouch on your next to last post. Ouch on the one I'm replying to xDD
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Jason had told the truth about no one wanting to gut him. People poked jabs at him to do the gutting since he was a medical expert. He wasn't that cruel though. He did have his limits, even if this kid was an annoying prat. Jason rolled his eyes the dark haired kids response. Really, he needs to learn to talk more. It was okay to not talk if you had some physical ailment that prevented the vibration from your sound box to create noise. That was the only reason for Jason to believe someone was unable to hold a decent conversation, everything else was just a bunch of whiny bratty bull crap. Especially when it was coming from this kid. Maybe he could coax Charlie into giving the kid extra lessons, though he wasn't sure on what terms the daughter of mars and him were on. He hoped they were good, she was one person he didn't want to have as an enemy. "Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter." Jason retorted back to the anti-social Edmund.

Jason had on a goofy smile, though it could easily been mistaken for an evil smile. Seriously, what was wrong with this guy today? Jason was usually timid. He blamed his demeanor lately after his little feud with the infamous Maddi. Ever since then Jason found it a tad hard to be social with anyone, at least in a nice way. Or perhaps after he got done using Eddie as a punching bag his normal, neutral demeanor would return. "You really expect you could be left alone? You are in the legion! You will always have somewhere there, more than likely not in a good way." Jason narrowed his eyes as Ed took his drowning suggestion in the wrong way. He was suppose to get offended by the statement, not make some rambling suggestion about being the next Loch Ness monster. Plus Edmund didn't even add humor in the statement, he kept it naturally flat. It was annoying. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. I said drown yourself, not turn into Flounder, since that is the only fish you would be able to be. The natural scaredy cat. I bet that's why you don't talk. You're just a wimp." Jason scuffed.

Jason let his goofy evil grin stretch wider on his face. So the little piglet did have some balls did he? This was going to be a fun little dance. Jason might even acknowledge his father and turn his soon to be victory into a poem. Though his poetry skills were very horrid. He eyed Edmund. "Then why don't you grab a weapon and see." Jason stated as he gripped the gladius hilt. He would be nice and give the little kid the first move, it was only nice to let ladies go first. As Jason eyed Edmund he saw his face get paler at his last statement. Jason let an evil smirk plaster across his face. He had down what he intended, hit a nerve on the little piglet. Now things were going to be fun. "What did I hurt little Eddies feelings?" Jason said in a baby voice and producing a pouty face before letting his natural smirk resume on his face.

outfit: here
words: 600
notes: I think I made the male Maddi o.o

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Graphic Credit to Cori!

As of now, Ed was kind of happy that he hadn't had to go into the infirmary in a while. Not only did the place trigger him like crazy, but he would have to put up with Kyoto if he ever got landed there. How he got to be practically the head healer and no one wanted to kill him yet, he had no clue whatsoever. People probably did have it out for Ed though: the antisocial, almost never more than five words, grumpy, unfriendly, cold forge child. Which was almost kind of ironic since he was emotionally cold, but he was always in the forge. He probably annoyed a lot people with his lack of talking, lack of social skills, lack of emotion... lack of pretty much everything positive, but that wasn't his concern. He didn't care about what anyone thought of him. Edmund would be Edmund to the grave, afterlife, and beyond, and no one was going to change that. Edmund talked when necessary. He got his own point across, what needed to be said, and the end: curt, brief, and to the point. No superfluous comments. Opening mouths was just wasting beautiful silence. At Kyoto's retort, Ed just shrugged. He wouldn't believe or disbelieve. It was kind of whatever to him at this point. If someone wanted to degut him in the future, they could try. Ed had already had a death stamp on him for years. It just hadn't happened yet.

Em had been a rather mild woman too. Sure, they had blatant, mutual dislike for eachother, but it had never really gone anywhere. That was before she had to bring Ed into her house. Yeah, it had to be him. Well, if they didn't like it they could just leave him alone. Which was what Em did. She even took it a step further. She dumped him in this hell hole after finding out that the foster homes wouldn't take him in since she had a stable home, and she was a living relative. Relative. Yeah, right. He was as related to her as to Vulcan. Sarcastically, of course. "Regrettably," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He had to raise his eyebrows slightly at his way of ending the sentence. "No s**t Sherlock! That just cleared it up for me so much," he said, his voice flat, but easily sarcastic as well. Edmund eyed the older camper. It looked like his answer had gotten Kyoto annoyed again. He was really good at this; there was another job opportunity: annoying people. What did Kyoto want the drowning suggestion to do? Upset him? Yeah, right. Unsurprisingly, getting told to drown himself wasn't new to Edmund. It was one of Em's suggestions before the foster home. Ah... Flounder from The Little Mermaid... that had been one of Meghan's favorite Disney movies. He gave Kyoto a death glare for calling him Eddie but then just shrugged. Again, medicine man could believe what he wanted. Ed wasn't about to repeat himself. Personally, he was thinking more of Bruce from Finding Nemo so if Kyoto went swimming he could gnaw his leg off. Why Edmund chose to become a functional mute was his business and not anyone else's. If they judged him, their problem. Not his.

Oh a fight inside the Mess Hall... this would be good. It would be fun. Fighting and forging... his idea of fun. How sick had he become? But it was the truth. They were probably the only two things at Camp that kept him sane and that he actually liked doing. Kind of interesting how Kyoto had been teaching him how to shoot arrows with little to no problem a week or so ago, but whatever. Edmund glared at the older boy before unsheathing his own gladius sword from his back in one fluid motion. He took a defensive stance and eyed the older boy infront of him. First move was first mistake. At the older boy's taunting Ed just kept his face unreadable and ignored him. Hard to do. But doable.

OOC: Oh dear o.o
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At the close to nothing responses Jason received from his taunts he could feel his blood boil. This kid, oh boy, this kid. Edmund really annoyed him. Sure, he was going to be nice and try to help him with archery, though he was a bit insane that day. Yelling at the kid to get a perfect bulls-eye and that he was almost there. He seemed like such a different person back then, even if it was so recent. What had happened? He could figure it was due to lack of contact with his adoptive brother / best friend, however you wanted to put it. Ethan was always able to bring out the better half of Jason, the one that didn't resent sons of Vulcan who was starting to go through Old McDonalds list of farm animals. He made a mental note to go see his buddy soon. Also another reason could be from his recent encounter with Charming, or Maddi, as most people knew her. She was a demon hidden behind make-up. After an ordinary day doing his job, being normal Jason, she had made her appearance all loud and haughty. He still had open verbal wounds from her attack, they were healing not so well. No matter what had happened in the past few weeks his annoyance with this kid kept pilling. Finally he was at the rim.

Jason smirked at the motion in which the boy unsheathed his gladius. Unfortunatly, the kid was also smart. The Vulcan kid hadn't decided to make first move. Fine, he wanted Jason to. He couldn't deny that the adrenalin coursing through his veins weren't holding him back. He charged forward, yelling. Which brought the question. Why did charging people yell when charging. Jason was taught in fighting 101 that it caused the enemy to be distracted, or afraid, whichever worked for them. However, he was also taught that barbarians did it, not Romans. The Romans were civilized fighters, usually fighting within groups in a strict formation. Only gladiators yelled, they weren't Roman soldiers. Therefore with a screaming, charging Jason anyone would know that something wasn't a little off. Jason swung his sword at Edmund aiming for the chest area. Let the battle...began!

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Graphic Credit to Cori!

The way he could make Jason tick was almost amusing to Edmund. Ah well, all the more power to him when it came to the fight. The anger the person was, the more likely they were to be irrational and make mistakes. Then again, he wasn't sure if the Legion had beat that out of the campers yet. Camp was supposed to turn out concentrated, amazing fighters. Was Ed either of those two? Probably not. Ed had the concentration of a flea (except when it came to forging/crafting) and he was pretty sure that other campers around him were better fighters. His mom had once told him: somewhere, someone is always going to be better than you. In a place like this, Ed would probably drive himself absolutely mental, trying to become the best fighter. So, he took his mother's second piece of advice: just do the best that you can do. He had tried that in one of the biggest moments of his life... and failed. Or at least from the bodies at the hospital he did... he couldn't remember anything specific, but when looking at the big picture, yeah, he failed. This though... this, he was going to try to make sure he didn't fail.

Even though Edmund wasn't proficient in communication and friendliness with humans, he was rather good with a sword. Instead of socializing, he locked himself in the forge and into training. Hopefully lack of humans and more focus on fighting would pay off. And there came the ferocious Roman yell. What were they? Barbarians? Pirates? Gladiators? Edmund never got the yelling. He never particularly did it himself. He went into and out of a fight as he lived his life: silent. He especially didn't understand yelling when it was a surprise attack. You yell, you basically negate the concept of surprise. Fine, unsettle your enemy or whatever, but it never particularly worked for him. There was so much yelling around Camp because of the fight training and orders that it didn't even faze him. Kinda scary, what he had been desensitized to since becoming nine. Ed raised his sword in defense and placed himself sideways so that Jason would have much less of a target. What would have been his chest turned into air. Using Jason's forward momentum from the older boy's stab at his chest, Ed tried to knock the flat side of his blade into the older boy's chest.

OOC: Haha all good
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Jason smiled evilly at the first clink of metal. Something was seriously wrong with that picture. What kind of medic would smile, evilly at that, to battle. He needed some psychologic help. He narrowed his eyes though at the miss from his strike. He didn't notice Eds sword until the flat side hit his chest. He grunted lightly, then continued to have his smile on hsi face. "What? Afraid to cause harm? Using the flat side. Don't expect me to go so light on you." Jason snarled as he lunged towards Ed, swinging his sword in an arch in hopes of damaging the kids shoulder. However, before the sword could strike, it fell. The sword fell onto the floor making the sound metal does when it falls. Jason demeanor had suddenly changed to fear.

Most people would think that that was a stupid move, dropping his sword. However, Jason no longer cared about the fight. He just saw something, not visually, but mentally. He saw a scene. One he thought he had blocked forever. The manager, or adoptive dad, but he was mainly Jasons manager for his acting career. The manager was threatening Jason into auditioning for another big movie. He had said no. Jason just finished two projects, he wasn't ready for another one. After being begged and pleaded to perform Jason refuse to. Finally the manager gave up on convincing Jason with words. The manager had grabbed a knife and slashed at Jason. He still had a scar from the wound to his chest. Still Jason had remined determined not to perform. Then the manager went after Ethan. Jason loved his little brother. Jason and the manager fought, knife versus a stick. Before any more harm had come Jason agreed to do the movie, in hopes of protecting Ethan.

Jason looked at Edmund. What was he thinking acting some kid. What happened to that courageous five year old Jason? The one who protected the innocent. He always compared himself to Robin Hood and now he was doing the exact opposite of what his hero would do. From the memory Jason had a tear threatening to cascade down his face. He turned and wiped it. he picked up his sword. "Sorry. That won't happen again." Jason said as he walked towards the entrance of the Mess Hall.

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notes: Well...hmm...interesting direction my muse took. Also Jason hasn't left yet, he is just walking towards there. Though if you want to close this thread just let me know

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Most people would think that Edmund was just some heartless jerk. He could be and was... sometimes. Probably most of the time. In fighting an actual enemy outside of Camp, like in the Battle of Mt. Orthy's, yes he would be. Kyoto wasn't an outside enemy though. He was a camper. He may of been Ed's enemy at Camp, but that didn't exactly mean that Ed would slash his chest open. A non fatal scratch or bruise? Yes. A fatal hit to the chest, shoulder, stomach, or leg? No. Yes, they had ambrosia, yes they had the Apollo kids, yes they were at Camp Jupiter, but Edmund wouldn't intentionally, mortally hurt another Camper. He may be thought weak for it, but whatever. Screw what others thought of him. The look and insane grin on Kyoto's eyes told Edmund that he was going to go blade side up. Ed basically got it in the older camper's own words a few seconds later. Ed didn't expect any different. Jason would be Jason and Ed would be Ed.

Then something changed. While Ed got back into his defensive position, ready to try to strike Kyoto's sword away again, something metal dropped. It wasn't a sound that Ed heard often... most people didn't drop their swords. In his confusion, he semi blinked and looked down at his own sword arm to see if it had been his. No, he still had his sword in his hand. It was Jason's. Kyoto's gladius laid on the floor, while Jason was semi staring at nothing. Edmund kept his stance and eyed the son of Apollo, unmoving. He recognized that look: scared. What had Jason seen...? Ed looked behind him, automatically pointing his sword to meet a monster. Nothing there. The sixteen year old looked back around, Jason was looking at him. Edmund narrowed his eyes slightly. Maybe Jason hadn't exactly seen anything... Ed felt a slight sinking feeling in his stomach: had he just triggered someone?

He saw something reflective in Jason's eye. Then the older boy reached to wipe it away. Ed suddenly found the air space beyond Jason's ear to be interesting. He kept his defensive stance as Jason picked up his gladius, incase son of Apollo decided to attack again. Instead, the older boy murmured an apology and turned to leave. Edmund slightly tilted his head, sheathed his blade, and stood there, not exactly sure what to do. After a moment contemplation, Ed jogged up towards Jason. He kept a respectful distance though, half because he had half a mind to think that Kyoto would turn around and attack him. "Kyoto..." Ed started, inhaling. He was probably going to regret this in a few minutes. "Jason. You alright?" he asked, the usual hard edge to his voice semi gone.

OOC: Awww Jason D:
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Jason stopped as he heard Edmund chasing after him. Honestly, couldn't he be left to wallow in misery alone? He raised an eyebrow when Edmund asked if he was alright? Was he? No, he wasn't. He just had a flashback to his earlier years, one he wish he would have forgotten forever. Though he had no such luck. He turned around and looked at Edmund. The kid was smart, keeping a few distance between them, but Jason had no intention to continue with the fighting. He forced a smile upon his face. It was a really bad fake smile too. His inner actor would be ashamed of that horrible creation of a smile.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Just decided not to fight anymore. It's not good for a medic to fight." Jason said, still with the forced smile upon his face. He honestly couldn't open up to anyone about the past. It was something Ethan and him kept quiet about. They just let people believe that Jason was a big shot in Hollywood while Ethan was his brother. Though, after the claiming they had to reveal that they were adopted brothers. Not many people cared. At camp you gained new siblings you didn't even know existed, so what if there were two adopted brothers at camp? Jason and Ethan though felt like they had to be even more determined to shut out their horrible past. That awful manager, the guy who adopted Jason just for his acute acting ability. He was truly a greedy monster. Never cared about his "sons", just about the profit Jason would make.

Jason made an audible sigh. "It was just a memory. You reminded me of my brother when we were younger." Jason stated. He knew that his acting ability wasn't working well so obviously Edmund would catch up to something being wrong. Therefore, he decided to let the sixteen year old have half of the truth. Besides, he wouldn't dare utter a word about the traumatic past he and Ethan had to experience. It was against the oath they took together. Besides, Jason didn't care to remember it either. He wanted it to be left in the past, where it belonged.

outfit: here
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notes: awe Edmund reminds him of younger Ethan

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Edmund supposed that he could be considered a hypocrite for going after Kyoto. Edmund Simons, who wanted nothing other than to be left alone was going after Jason who looked like he kind of wanted to be left alone. Heck, rough and tumble Legionare just had a moment of weakness. If that wasn't something that could make a Camper snap out of shame, then Edmund wasn't sure what was. Then again, Edmund felt kind of bad that he had seemingly triggered the older boy. The sixteen year old knew what getting triggered felt like: it was horrible. Of course, Edmund knew damn well that Jason wasn't exactly alright. He could even imagine Jason rolling his eyes at him for posing such a question. Kyoto had just dropped his sword for gods sakes. Then again, that question gave Kyoto a choice. He could be like Ed and just brush the younger Camper off like nothing had happened; Edmund would go no where with this except the grave. Or, he could actually admit that he wasn't alright and then they would both see how it'd go from there. Edmund wasn't exactly sure how it'd go if the latter happened. He was probably on the bottom of the list of "campers you'd want by your side for comfort".

Then Kyoto turned around with one of the biggest, most fake smiles that Edmund had ever seen in his life. Edmund knew what they looked like, mostly because of grammar school. They'd all fake smile and then he'd get called a freak and get crashed into the wall. Since he was little, Edmund never really got the concept of fake smiling. He'd smile when he was happy, or not smile at all. He wasn't about to go around faking an emotion that he wasn't. As Jason said he was fine, Edmund just gave a nod, letting it slide. He had used that lie for his entire life and hated getting pushed about it, so when someone else used it, Ed usually just stayed shut up. If they wanted it to slide: fine; if they wanted to retract and elaborate: fine, but Edmund wasn't pushing them one way or the other. The sixteen year old stood there, his dark brown eyes still looking at Kyoto's fake smile. Clue number two that all wasn't well with the world, but whatever. "Right," Edmund murmured in a neutral, accepting it as a fact tone as Jason told him that it wasn't good for a medic to fight.

A few moments later, Jason sighed and confessed that it was a memory. And that Ed reminded Jason of his brother....? Okay. Something he probably definitely didn't want. But that just opened a whole new realization: Ed had been right, he had triggered the older boy. The sixteen year old just stayed quiet and let Jason talk. "Oh," he muttered after a slight pause. He gave a slight scoff at the brother connection. "The rudeness or the want to fight at the drop of the hat?"

OOC: Awww lol xD
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