you're an idiot -felicity-

[Edmund Simons]

consuming life force till
i grow d i s t a n t

Edmund was many negative things. An idiot just so happened to be one of them. A reckless idiot, to be accurate. Arguably he hadn't always been one. He had been quite a shy child (if you could dare imagine). Quiet (okay, that hadn't changed), shy (in a meek way), and nice. All that got thrown out the window as he lost his childhood and was forced to grow up in an amazingly short amount of time. Although he could say that was true for all of them demi-freaks. Everyone coped with it differently; his coping method was to shut down emotionally and never let anyone close to him ever again. Healthy? Heck no, but it had allowed him to survive and get through day after day. Denying his emotions arguably made him more miserable, but by that point, he didn't care. He was already at rock bottom, he could only go up. Em and Camp proved him wrong.

Logically, once Em and Camp were out of the equation, he'd be, theoretically, happier. In a way, he supposed he was, just because he didn't have Em and Camp. He was free and could do what he pleased on his own time with no one to hold him down. It's what he always wanted: independence from idiots. On the other hand... nothing had changed. He needed to find his own distractions or he'd lose his mind. He supposed that was an upside of Camp: structure. There was always something to distract him with there, whether it be verbally or physically fighting, forging, or training. At least he could get into verbal wars with more people; on his own... well, he'd be lucky if he had two conversations a week. He should've been used to being alone, and he was. But at the same time, he lacked person to person contact. As much as he hated socialization, he supposed there was merit in "humans are social animals" statement. No wonder solitary confinement made people crazy.

Especially after stealing the bike, Ed had become the definition of a vagabond. Okay, sometimes he had a job here or there (legal or not was an entirely different matter), but that was it; nothing permanent. Nothing was ever permanent in his world. Hey, he was young, had wheels, and could get himself in and out of tight spots; why not travel the country? True, he had no idea where he was going, but that just reflected his entire life. He had no place to go back to, so why not just see everywhere? In that sort of respect... he never was lost, because he never really wanted to find anywhere specific. That included driving up to large expanses of forest and walking around in them for hours. 

He always had a particular liking for forests. He used to have a "mini forest" in his backyard; he'd play in it all the time with Meg and occasionally Felicity. Ah, those were the good old days... back when everything was simple and he had actually been happy... so long ago. Looking around at the nature surrounding him, Edmund picked up a leaf and examined it curiously. Going around to different forests meant finding different wild life and vegetation. Not that he knew any specifics, but he liked seeing the differences from forest to forest.

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NOTES: hope this is okay ^-^

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TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Idiocy is Contagious, I Got it From You

Even inside of the stupid tent Felicity was cold and that was saying something because she normally didn't get cold, especially since winters weren't so bad here. But nope, there she was trying to do some work, figure out how to distribute the commodities in the camp and she was shivering. For all she knew she could be sick with a fever, not that that would cause her to actually take it easy and rest. She was already anxious about job security and she didn't need anyone to spot her slacking off. That would just be the cherry on top of her dilemma. So naturally, like any person who ignores common sense she decided that going outside where it was colder would be a better idea. At least she was bundled up, she had on a nice warm coat and a scarf and she walked with her hands shoved deep into her pockets because she couldn't find her gloves. She wouldn't have been surprised if they had been under her nose and she had just looked over it, she had a bad habit of doing that. 

She had no particular place to walk to, she was just walking. Most of the camp was taking it easy today and just staying warm or doing whatever it is they do in their free time. Which was funny, because Felicity never seemed to have any so why the hell should they be allowed to be lazy every once in awhile? Sure, she ditched the overall camp when she could but that made sense, she just needed to get away from all the people who saw her as someone in charge or were afraid she would send ghosts after them or something, she couldn't read minds but she knew that people who use to be above the fourth cohort probably thought they were more qualified fighting wise to lead than she was but she was more powerful than them. The only person who could rival her really at the moment would be Mattie since he was sticking around some. Which was nice, for her at least. She had someone she could bother to get food with her and just talk about random crap. It was weird to think now that they use to not get along, back when Felicity was like most Romans and had a stick up her butt. She suppose she had Mattie to thank for her being a lot more easy going, or maybe it was her childhood self trying to get back to the surface again. Either way she couldn't always appear cold and mean, it was too exhausting. 

Speaking of her childhood self, she had the one good friend who happened to be her neighbor and she was looking at him right now. She had to stop walking and just stare in disbelief. Was he crazy? This was Roman territory, if someone else found him he could have been brought in as a prisoner and then shit would have blown up in her face because he probably would have recognized her and then she would be on the spot because she was buddy buddy with a Greek and ugh, the issues. Besides, what was he even doing? Looking at some leaf like some hipster tree hugger or whatever. Granted, being in the woods with him brought memories of playing with him and his sister and of course, Georgie for the times she visited. Back when times were a lot easier for sure. "Damn it, Simons. How much of an idiot are you? Don't you know this is Roman territory? Someone could very well come up and kill you." She said, greeting her friend with a huff as she took her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms over her chest. 

Words: 648  | Edmund Simons  |  FEDMUND
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

no, i got it from y o u

As much as he hated saying it, being a child of the forge meant that Edmund usually liked being on the warmer side. Not burning like his family, but y'know... comfortable. He didn't like near freezing weather,  no matter how cold his personality was. Ugh, at least if he did better in the cold it could match his attitude; alas, it wasn't meant to be. At least he had prepared. Oh, no. Edmund Simons preparing and not just diving head first into something... the apocalypse must've been near. Then again, he didn't really want to freeze to death. It'd be much more poetic if he burnt to death. He exhaled, his breath condensing a few inches from a face. He allowed a very small grin to twitch onto his face. The sliver of him that was still very much childish... or rather, the regressed part of him that wanted a childhood. Still, seeing his breath made him oddly happy. Perhaps a better term would be nostalgic; it reminded him of all the times he'd play dragon with Meg out in the snow. Dragon, snowball fights, igloo building, sledding... all the stereotypical childhood snow activities. The only abnormal activity had to be that one time his father allowed him to try ice sculpting with a power saw. A distant memory, but still somewhat pleasant. He couldn't really remember sounds or faces anymore, but he remembered feelings. The few years of his life he had been allowed happiness. Ah well.

He went back to twirling the leaf, not even sure why he was doing it. Just something for his fingers to do; they got hyperactive otherwise. Perhaps they were just too used to carving, forging, or fighting. They just had to do something on pain of Edmund going insane out of lack of stimulation. Eh... arguably that had already happened. Not because of lack of stimulation but just by virtue of Edmund being Edmund. Maybe he could start a leaf scrapbook. As soon as that thought entered his mind, he cringed at himself. That was probably one of the stupidest ideas he had in a long time. Not stupid; more dumb... childish... and gods knew he couldn't afford to be that anymore. Heck, who let him grow up? Hmmm not so much as who, more what. Wait, what was he thinking about before? Ugh, stupid ADHD; and he was still twirling the confounded leaf around! How long had he been crouched there? He went to rise; time to explore more and then, eventually, whenever he had his fill, find his way back to his bike. Eventually.

Huh, where was he? Specific location wise. He knew he was somewhere in North America, on planet Earth, in Milky Way Galaxy. Edmund paused, blinking and trying to remember what he had done. Nothing specific came to mind. He had just gotten on the road and driven... not even paying attention to the signs. They held no meaning for him; he had no place in mind. He could've been in Canada for all he didn't know. Then came a voice. On habit he pulled out his sword and turned around; mortal or not, he didn't care. They'd probably see a staff or something and think him mentally insane. Instead, it was another demigod. A Roman named Felicity with whom he had been friends with eleven years ago. Back when they both thought they were just freak mortals. "Oh, it's you," he acknowledged flatly, sheathing his sword. "How much of one? If one thing hasn't changed, it's that." He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked around. "No, I didn't. And if you must know, I don't really care. I suggest 'Stay Out' or 'No Entry' signs if you don't want trespassers. Normal people, that is. I would've ignored them all the same," he said, a smirk slipping onto his face. "Really? Thrilling. That'd be the most excitement I'd have this week."

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WORDS: 654

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Idiocy is Contagious, I Got it From You

Felicity eyed the sword once she saw his hand heading towards the sheath. Maybe she was an idiot for not pulling out her own weapon. Then again, she was fairly confident that even if she kept her weapons concealed she could take on the little Greek in front of her. Granted she would probably regret it later when she was completely exhausted but it kept her from looking worried at the moment. Then again, even if she did fall in battle against him it wouldn't be that big a deal, at least not to her. What was the point anyway? She probably had a countdown to her death that was already on it's last few months or years if she was being optimistic. Running a renegade camp full of revenge filled Romans wasn't a safe job and being the leader of the camp put a target on her back from multiple factions. Made her wonder briefly if there was a hit list how much she would be worth, hopefully something decent, she was a big three kid after all with years of training and she had made a name for herself too. Oh well, that was a though probably better left for the back of her mind anyway. 

She did relax slightly when he put the sword away, though it probably wasn't noticeable. She gave a slight annoyed huff. "Yeah, its me. The girl who has every right to run you through for trespassing on her territory." She locked her jaw. Okay, he did have a point about the signs but legally this wasn't her land. She couldn't just go posting signs, she didn't need actual police here. She hoped that the mist was helping them some at least, granted doesn't do much good against demigods, hence the situation in front of her. But still, she didn't need police. Especially since she was pretty sure her name would open up a cold case file because she legally didn't exist anymore, not since her mom died. That was the thing. She left for the legion before the police showed up to the crime scene. Who knows what they thought happened to her. The only outside contact she had was that she sent a letter to her grandfather once when she saw her blood cousin joining the legion, at which point she was informed about her uncle's death and how if the legal case should arise legally her grandfather was now both her and Georgie's legal guardian. Not that it mattered now anyway, she was twenty-one, she was her own guardian. 

"Well that's exactly why they don't exist because it wouldn't stop idiots like you from walking around anyway and the legion only has so much funds and I doubt it would be a crowd pleaser if I spent it on some stupid cheap signs from Wal-Mart. Not to mention it would raise suspicion with mortals." Felicity argued back at him with some slight annoyance as she ran her hand through her hair, a nervous habit she had picked up as of late. "You know, that's troubling if that's your response. If you had a brain you'd realize how big of a situation this was." Felicity said, stopping from continuing that comment as she listened. She thought she had heard another set of footsteps but it was probably just an animal. Still, the threat of what would happen if she was caught talking to a Greek was nightmare for her. She doubted any of them would care that the two had been childhood friends before they even found out their fates due to their birth. No, for them they only saw black and white. Romans were the best and everyone else was beneath them. Was it bad if she no longer held that same mindset? I mean, there was some stuff she still believed they were better at. They were obvious more mature and dedicated. They were better fighters. They were more organized. Seriously, Camp Jupiter had been like a military school almost. Whereas from what she saw of Camp Half-Blood, first of that's a stupid name. was that it was like a summer camp. No wonder the Greeks had to ask for a treaty, even if it was a Greek and Roman who both did that, doesn't matter. She still thought the Greeks were lowly in that sense. 

Words: 748  | Edmund Simons  |  sorry about any awkwardness and the wait 
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

we were born to d i e

Edmund would've fit in better at the Roman Camp. Although, he would've gotten into deeper trouble for his dissents. Possibly kicked out or killed, depending on how seriously they took insubordination. He was actually surprised that the Greeks hadn't kicked him out. They should have. It would've prevented him from attacking them in the war. Oops. Lesson: never trust a morally ambiguous son of No One. He had actually been surprised that they hadn't sent out someone to try to execute him for treason. Eh, they were known for being soft anyway. Or he should've left. Ah well, he stayed just for the satisfaction of causing trouble, winning and losing fights, and for the appeal of participating in a war; it was the only sort of adrenaline he ever had anymore. War, fighting, and causing trouble. Everything else was just motions, even his crafting. It could be said he enjoyed it to an extent, but he got no real pleasure out of it as he once did. It was just something to do, giving him mental stimulation so he wouldn't totally go insane from lack of brain activity. Oh well, not that he'd need that for much longer. The demigod life span didn't really exist in high numbers. Factor in his life style and it probably halved itself. He'd probably be dead within a year or two. Would he do anything to elongate that? No, probably not. He'd just carry on, doing as he had been for the last few months. No reason to change habit if it kept him physically alive. Besides, no one would care either way, Edmund or no Edmund. He was just too detached from normal relationships and too much of a wanderer to have any sort of permanence (which contributed to said non-existent relationships). Besides, no one really knew him (the present him) enough to care, and that's the way he wanted to keep it.

He raised his eyebrows slightly as she relaxed at him standing down. From what he had gathered, Romans were supposed to be the more militaristic, angry type. He had actually been mildly surprised when she didn't pull her own sword on him in response. Eh, stereotypes. Perhaps she had gotten tired of perpetuating them. "Gotten tired of confrontation? Or do you know I could take you down?" he smirked. "Oh, by all means, attack me if you want. The Americans are very keen on their rights," he shrugged, dropping his hands to his sides. "Although I don't think the actual owner of the land would appreciate that statement," he said flatly.

"Wal-Mart? C'mon, I thought you were a bit more creative than that. All you need is wood, berries, rocks, and your finger. You're in a forest, it's $0 out of pocket." He shrugged slightly at her mention of the mortals. "Maybe they would," he shrugged. He had to raise his eyebrows at her perception of his ignorance. "Oh, I know how big of a situation this is," he said nonchalantly. "I just don't care enough about either of our well beings to have any other response." How far had he gone from his humane side to even say that and to actually mean it? The mortals would probably peg him as a psychopath or sociopath and do the same thing that he'd been running from before he got found by a satyr: put him in an institution. "The Leader of the Roman Rebels, or whatever, those who hate the Greeks and just want the good ol' Glory of Jupiter back, screw the joint relations, talking to one and not killing him. The scandal, the civil discontentment, the questioning of loyalty, and loss of respect. The possibility of you losing your position and/or getting run out or killed. The certain killing, captivity, and/or torturing of me, not exactly in that order," he rattled off calmly. He tilted his head slightly and smirked. "About right, Merrimen?"

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NOTES: Haha you're all good

WORDS: ~650

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Idiocy is Contagious, I Got it From You

One would think that a big three demigod standing down would be a pleasing. Especially the one who could send you to visit her father first hand by killing you. So of course it annoyed her that this stupid, insignificant, little Greek was basically belittling her for standing down. She was just trying to do something as a tribute to their old friendship but apparently he wanted to be an A+ jerk about it, not that she should have guessed otherwise. Well, really, it shocked her a bit, the way he was acting. It was so different from the little boy she use to play outside with and get lost and in trouble with. "You've obviously been allowed one too many times to inflate your ego. I won't hesitate to knock you down back to your place. You know damn well that I can take you. I was just trying to be nice which, wow, must come to a shock for a little Graecus like you." She said, the annoyance obvious in her voice but dipping into sarcasm like it was prone to doing around Edmund, for some reason they had always had more of a sarcastic conversation or understanding of the world and it was greatly emphasized whenever they were in the same proximity of each other. 

Gee, maybe she thought of Wal-Mart because it was the 21st Century and she wasn't some savage live off the land type of animal. She had some class still. She wasn't sure what kind of lifestyle Edmund Simons had been living but she would much rather throw down the three dollars for a plastic sign then spend hours tramping upon berries to make makeshift pain that would just disappear after the first rainfall. Like come on, use some common sense on that one, and yet she was the one being belittled by the entire ordeal. Just what kind of hot shot did he think he was? What, go and roam the world by yourself and all of a sudden you're the big man on campus now? "And what about when it rains, Simons. Then I have to start the entire process all over again and gods know I do not have enough time in the day to spend trampling upon berries to make myself look uncivilized and native. Seriously, that is one of the lamest ideas I have heard in months and have you met the people in my camp, like that's impressive that you sounded more idiotic than them." She said, ending in a huff. She didn't exactly mean it that way but she did. Maybe she did lowkey hate her job and people. Oops. Though it was to be expected, she was a daughter of Pluto, it wasn't like that screamed "Hi, look at me, I'm a social butterfly!" more like "Hi! Look at me, I talk to more dead people than ones who are alive." She obviously didn't have many friends and she was more than happy with that lifestyle, in fact she preferred it. Sure, she had her close friends, er, friend: Mattie. But even he had a life outside of the legion now and while she convinced him to stay for a small duration of time she doubted it would stick to anything long term. 

She wanted to narrow her eyes at him but all that came off on her face was one of confusion. Just what had happened to him. When had he become so cold and distant? When did he lose his humanity? That wasn't something that just happened over night, that was something that took months and years to form to be that cold. He obviously knew the perils, he had just listed them off but it didn't seem to phase him at all. What was he? No, she didn't need to think like that. He was a human, a demigod, a Greek. She knew all of that. True, she was under a lot of stress and his visit was a surprise and yes this could turn into a huge incident but now she was concerned. All those years they were friends, that had to have meant something still right? It obligated her to try to help him, right? There had to be something. 

"Well... you're pretty accurate and most people would start running the other way and keep both of us from dealing with fates like that. What happened to you, Ed?" She asked him, knitting her eyebrows as she looked at him with confusion and a little bit of curiosity. She wanted to know what made him tick the way he was now. How did someone choose to not care about things like that anymore. "Most people value their lives and being safe but yet, you're just freely tossing it to the wind. Are you telling me that if I ran you through right now you would die content? There isn't anything else you want to do in the world. You don't have anymore dreams or goals to follow? You're not living, you're just existing?" She asked her old friend. That was honestly what it sounded like to her, granted she could be entirely wrong, it wouldn't be the first time, something she would keep hidden from Mattie because they were always at odds about that. But really, he didn't seem to have a purpose anymore and that would cause someone to just accept death but if they knew what happened to them afterwards would they still be eager? Who knew what awaited Edmund, but if it was the Fields of Punishment or anything worse and if she were in his shoes she would make sure she could stay alive for as long as possible as a way to give a final fuck you to the Fates. She was always told she would have a shorter lifespan and people were surprised when she hit above twenty and she was just going to keep going because that was how she proved people wrong. She wasn't going to let anything hold her back, not the fates, she was going to make sure she kept living for as long as possible, and that was something Edmund should have wanted too. 

Words: 1055  | Edmund Simons  |  Muse just kind of exploded...sorry
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

i'll stand here e x i s t i n g 
and feeling w r e t c h e d existence
consuming life-force
till i grow d i s t a n t
c

Edmund didn't put any stock into parentage. No matter if their parentage was Jupiter/Zeus or some minor god no one knew nor cared about, he would treat them the same. No one got an adjusted attitude from Edmund (but many would say he needed an attitude adjustment). He actually didn't understand how or why people acted differently towards different people. It was such an act. How did they know their true self when all they did was put on different facades depending on the situation? Okay, he really shouldn't have been talking since his entire life was a facade, but at least he acted consistently with people: cold, distant, rude. He had considered going milder with Felicity, but really, they didn't even know each other anymore. Or at least that's what he had come up with since they had last met. Besides, if he did, that'd be going against his "act the same towards everyone" philosophy. Did their childhood friendship hold any weight now? He wasn't sure. He hadn't thought about it in depth, even though he had plenty of time. Perhaps he just didn't want to think about it. That sounded like an accurate course of action for him. Still, if push came to shove (as things usually did on acceleration in the demifreak world), he would like to think no. Apparently he was living that out now, leaning on the only thing he knew how to lean on now: being a sarcastic jerk.

More than anything, it had all been fighting words. Of course he knew she'd be able to whack him seven ways from Sunday, into the Underworld and back if she wanted to. He may have been more of a gung-ho Greek, but she had training as a Roman. Perhaps, deep down, that's what he wanted, why else would he go around, recklessly seeking fights? Adrenaline, okay... he could start sky diving to get that, but there was probably something else... he may have become a bit of a death seeker since... he couldn't remember. After the fire? After getting to Camp? He couldn't be sure. That time of his life had just gone in a blur. A very unpleasant, miserable blur. "Ego, yes. I've got quite a big one," he snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I know. Could probably knock me straight to the Underworld if you wanted," he said evenly. "Greek-Roman has nothing to do with it." (Did it ever for him?) People showing kindness to him just didn't compute for him anymore. Probably because he knew he didn't deserve kindness. In that sense, he just went off the notion that people should fight fire with fire... and hopefully it'd end up in a fight.

Living off the land hadn't been as bad as Edmund thought it'd be. Of course, he didn't refuse a house break in every once in a while (probably one the of many reasons the police were after him), but overall, it had been somewhat decent. He had gotten to see a lot, and he had low key gotten good at cooking based off of what was around. He hadn't poisoned himself yet (a disappointment for many, he was sure). He just gave a shrug at her tirade. "At least it'd distract you from thinking on how much people possibly hate your leadership. Or it could distract you while you got stabbed in the back. Either one, really." Harsh much? Not really. Okay, probably a bit... But hey, fighting fire with fire. This was how normal people lost friends, right? Edmund was far, far from normal, but hopefully the psychology on Felicity worked like a normal person. Now that he thought about it, he had exactly one human (er, demigod) that he counted as a tolerable, unorthodox, I-Don't-Hate-You-As-Much-As-Everyone-Else and she was standing in front of him. Get rid of her and he was free again. Not that he'd say he was attached, but as close to an okay relationship with Edmund was going to get. But was a clean split on bad terms really what he wanted? He hadn't considered it (of course), but one would think by the way he had decided to act... "Besides, you should expect this level of idocracy. Do remember who you're speaking with."

He had expected her to be angry at the end of his tirade. Miffed that he was okay with all of it. Anger he could deal with just fine. Instead, she looked... confused. What had he said? That was the logical break down of leadership, wasn't it? Felicity probably knew it too. She had probably considered it. And if not, she was probably smart enough to consider (if not study) history and see that general fact pattern. His fate... well, that was also logically obvious to him. What would he do if he cared enough about trespassers who could possibly be useful and then what would he do once they outlived their usefulness. Or if they put up too much of a fight or knew too much. He could've been a Rebel who'd pass information along to the Greeks for all they knew. A stubborn, fighting Greek. If he was the Rebel Romans, he'd certainly go down the capture, torture, kill route. Especially if they viewed this Camp as their new home and a route back to the Glory of Jupiter or whatever. They wouldn't want to risk anything. It was both confusing and interesting to Edmund: how a group of people could be so dedicated to a place or idea that they were willing to die for it. It was the opposite of him: he stood for nothing.

The nineteen year old gave a smirk. At least he had the satisfaction that he broken it down correctly. "But I'm not 'most people'. Screw the fates." Per usual, he ignored her question; it wasn't important. It was how he was now, and she certainly didn't need to know about it. Not that he'd want to tell her, anyway. ...annnd there went the eyebrow scrunch. He must've really been confusing her. But why? The more she talked, the more confused she made him. Why was something like this confusing her? "Pretty accurate," he echoed with a shrug. "Perhaps not 'die content', but I wouldn't mind dying. I actually don't think I'd really care," he said matter-of-factly. He paused for a second, thinking, before titling his head slightly. "Goals? Stay free and alive until my body gives up, and then annoy the hell out of whoever I meet in hell." Perhaps his mind had given up a long time ago. His body was just too stubborn to die. 'You lived through monster attacks, a house fire, and a war! Just keep going!' Besides, it was kinda fun shoving his existence into others's faces when they probably wanted him to not be walking the earth.

What was existing and living anyway... and why did people make the distinction? People lived as physical entities, they did stuff on earth, and then they died. When he died... he was probably going to the Fields of Punishment. Just on principle of what he had done in the war. He had certainly not lived out a pristine, heroic life. If anything, people (if they even cared) would probably think of him as more of a villain. Not that he cared; he was living as himself, and that's all that mattered.

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NOTES: haha all good. same here ._.

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TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Idiocy is Contagious, I Got it From You

Felicity grit her teeth at the younger male in front of her. Gods, he could be infuriating. She just wanted to walk over there and punch that smug look off his entitled face. Greek and Roman did matter. It was obvious that the Romans were better fighters, they had more formation than they did. The Greeks never thought ahead and only just flailed around aimlessly. Then again, Felicity didn't have any room to talk. She was reckless in her decisions. Whenever there would be war games between cohorts Felicity always made risky decisions that relied more so on luck and how willing people were going to act on their gut. Her plans weren't the fan favorite and they usually ended up losing the war games but it always took a hell of a lot to get their centurion down, at least she could be proud of that fact. 

Of course, what he said next made her glare daggers at him as the temperature dropped a little bit more within a small area around them. She still needed to get a hold of that power. It was too wild and emotional, if it wasn't obvious to tell. "You know what Ed, I think you and I need to just take a walk. A walk out of these woods and into the public eye and then you'll never come back here and you should be lucky I'm even suggesting this act of kindness with the blatant act of disrespect you're showing me. because while I am well aware of who I'm speaking with you seemed to have forgotten." Felicity said, trying her best to keep a level head. She didn't want to act out on emotion, she hated that and it was something she had always tried to work on so she didn't end up looking like a powder keg ready to go at the slightest spark. That wouldn't make her any better than Cato and gods know she wanted to be better than that bleach head was.

With a deep breath, calming herself, she looked at Edmund after her spiel about how he shouldn't want to die. She shook her head. He said screw the fates when he was the one going around tempting him? Way to sound like a hypocrite. "Everyone cares that they'll die. Are you really prepared to see whoever is waiting for you down there? Could you meet whoever it was... no, because I know who would be waiting for you. Could you meet Meg in the eyes once you die and truly let her know that you lived to the best of your abilities, like you know she would have wanted?" Felicity asked him, staring him down. Pulling the Meg card was either the best or worst move she could have pulled out on him. It was a sensitive subject. Hell, not that she could blame him, if Georgie had died, even if she was a little brat, Felicity wouldn't want to have her thrown in her face like that. But she knew about Meg, she knew about Ed's family and it wasn't going to be hard to guess even if she hadn't looked into it after the last time they had met up. 

Words: 557  | Edmund Simons  |  so short... I'm so sorry
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

i'll stand here e x i s t i n g
and feeling w r e t c h e d existence
consuming life-force
till i grow d i s t a n t

Edmund hadn't always been this infuriating. A brat every once in a while as all kids were, yes, but not flat out... this. Years of experience had taught him well. He supposed he learnt his infuriating tactics from the best. It didn't help that he was a descendent of Eris. He usually tried to tuck that idea into the back of his mind: the idea that his mother had lied to him his entire life. Perhaps that was also why he had gotten eerily detached from his family after he had found out. He entertained the thought of her never knowing, but his memories of her after monster attacks were always... not scared or confused, but understanding and almost calm. It wouldn't have hurt her to explain things to him... would it? Instead of him growing up and wondering why he was so different and couldn't do anything right in the mortal world. ...but she had fit in just fine... Found a life. A normal life. Found a mortal husband. Had kids. Had a career. Well, he would never know the story of how she was able to achieve that now, would he? Oh well.

The temperature around him dropped, making his head tilt in curiosity. "Getting very defensive around your authority now, are you?" he asked with a defiant smirk. This is exactly what got him into trouble... whatever. He wondered if Felicity was getting effected by his waves of discord. He didn't even know when he was doing it... which probably meant it was out of control, but to try and learn to control that now would be like changing his entire personality. So, instead, he lifted his chin and looked at his old friend squarely in the eye. This was the problem with all of these people in power... they always felt like they needed to compensate and had the idea that they were being constantly attacked. Of course, with Edmund Simons, you were being attacked, but still. "What're you going to do, Elsa? Put a icicle through my heart?" he scoffed. Yes, Edmund knew a Frozen reference... mostly because he had shoplifted a couple of those dolls for one of his gigs. Living on the edge was pretty fun. Dangerous, but fun. He knew he'd much rather live like he was now than be confined to a Camp or to a group of people. "I'd just come back, obstinate snot that I am," he said with a nonchalant shrug. He raised his eyebrows. "You've gone soft for a supposed Roman." Digging his grave even deeper, whatever. Luck, pft. "Oh, no, Merrimen," he said in a deadly calm voice. "I could never forget." No, Edmund was good at remembering. Who lived. Who died. Who went. Who stayed. The latter category was empty. Just as he liked it.

"Not like I'm living for much, so I'm not dying for much. Nothing to be afraid of. I pretty much know what's on the other side, and that's what people usually get themselves in a tizzy or care about. Nothing worth sticking around for other than sticking my existence into other people's faces, and even that can get old after a while." The nineteen year old stood there quietly for Felicity's second tirade at him. His face remained unchanged, as if she was speaking to an apathetic wall, which, she was. "Yes, I am. I am aware that my mother, father, and sister would be there. I would not see them though. I would most likely end up in the Fields of Punishment. However, theoretically, if I were to see them, I could tell them that. Quite easily."

Out of Character

NOTES: i'm so sorry for this wait. forgive me?

WORDS: 574

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI