bast frayndz 5eva -mattie-

[Edmund Simons]

i h a t e people

Today, Edmund decided to focus on what he did best: being an idiot. Today's form came in what Merrimen specifically told him never to do again: come onto Roman land. What could he say? Disobedience was too much a part of his personality to ever let it go. Too much of a flip off to all those he held in the worst esteem. Too easy an opportunity to pass up: to get under their skin and perhaps knock them down a peg or two. Yes, he was a Greek. Did he care? No. Could he possibly get captured? Yes. Did he care? Nope. Did he care that he didn't care? Ha, take a wild guess. So, here he was: Edmund Ryan Simons, an angry, screw you all demigod who hated being a demigod, trespassing on Roman Renegade territory. What was life without a little (okay, a lot in his case), stupid risk? Like pulling stunts like these. Anyone could take him out in the open like this: other demigods, monsters... Eh, those could be one and the same, really. Like him.

He didn't even know why he was back here again. Perhaps he just liked this forest. Perhaps he wanted to mess around with Felicity again. Perhaps he really had a death wish. At some point, Edmund even stopped understanding himself and just went with it. How bad was it when you were an enigma to yourself sometimes? Probably rather bad. He had so much time for self reflection... yet he never really took it. Instead, he busied his mind with other things: carving, fighting, snarking, staying on alert... He felt as though if his mind wasn't constantly stimulated, he'd go insane or drown. Drown in what he wasn't sure: he could swim rather well. Swim in physical water that was. Staying afloat in his own mind and memories was an entirely different matter...

So far he had run into two Romans: Felicity and Kathalia, Nightshade... whatever. For some odd reason, neither of them skewered him or put his head on a pike. And they called themselves Romans... they were going soft. Felicity still had this wild concept that their childhood relationship status hadn't changed. It had. And it hadn't. Edmund could say "it's complicated", but that was just some stupid, trite excuse for not being able to sort out your own emotions, which, in all reality, Edmund hated doing. So, instead, he decided not to have any. Or at least, as close as he could get to it. Even he knew, intellectually, that it was near impossible to actually purge oneself of all emotions entirely. Stupid homo sapiens sapiens. Although technically he wasn't even a full... ugh, forget it. Emotions... to hell with them. Not like he had any. Edmund "Emotionally Constipated, Flat, Static, Apathetic" Simons. Other than those two annoyances, his wanderings had been of peaceful solitude. Well, as much as Edmund could get to "peaceful". Hopefully today's meander would be the same way.

No interruptions. No people. No interaction.

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NOTES: haha lets do etttt

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TAG: Mathias Densen

CREDIT: AI

[Mathias Densen]

*insert mcr lyric here*

    Mattie was merely out in the woods for a simple walk, not necessarily one for exercise purposes, but he didn’t really have anything else to do. Mattie was easily stressed, and whilst Mattie was distressed, the best thing was for him to take some time to himself, keep his mind of things. It wasn’t hard for Mattie to get upset, he tended to be easily worried but thankfully he was calming down… Somewhat. Now his real concern was how far he had wandered off. Mattie wasn’t too familiar with the area, and lost track of where he was going, stumbling straight into a forest of all places. There could have been anything in there. Monsters, bears, who knows? Mattie was unarmed too, as per usual. Mattie never had a weapon on him, he found it unnecessary, and usually leading to more needless violence.


    Mattie noticed the presence of someone else, a boy with dark hair, who looked to probably be a few years younger than the blonde Dane himself. Mattie didn’t know this boy though, which was odd. Most of the people around this Camp, Mattie had at least some recollection of from Camp, regardless of whether they had spoken or not. It was easy to keep memories of certain faces from a place you had spent about six years at. Mattie didn’t find it particularly absurd that he didn’t know this boy, maybe he was just a mortal walking astray? That was unlikely though, as this was Roman territory. Mortals didn’t go on Roman territory, like ever. So if he wasn’t Roman, there could only be one option...Greek! Mattie himself was lucky enough Felicity was in charge, otherwise he would have likely been killed on sight. Technically, he was still a traitor, as he had deserted the legion after the war without a trace, really. From what he had heard from Kinley and Felicity, him now being back had debunked the idea most had that he was dead. Probably a disappointment to most of the Legion, but Mattie didn’t care. He was there for his best friend.



    Mattie bounced in front of the boy, landing with his right leg out, and spinning out, his head leaning directly in the other boy’s face, with no regards for his personal space whatsoever. “Hi!”, Mattie exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. “You know, you probably shouldn’t be here, just saying. There’s a lot of people here who’d have a field day with cutting you up!”, Mattie said happily, before setting his other foot down, standing solid on both feet. Mattie reached out a finger to try and poke the other boy straight in the forehead. “What are you even doing out here?”, Mattie asked, the expression presented on his face one of utmost curiosity.

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[Edmund Simons]

i'm surrounded by i d i o t s

Do you smell that in the air? That, my friend, is stupidity of a very specific kind. The type that Edmund Simons decided to engage in every day of his life. Although, if he really thought about it, why was he here? No, no, not in the philosophical way, but here, as in back in Roman land when Felicity had clearly said no. Of course it had to do with flipping off authority, but... there had to be some other reason than that. Or had he gotten so shallow that was the only reason? He took a moment to squat down by a log and over turn it ever so slightly. He saw hundreds of insects scatter away from an environment they thought of as safe. From a place some of them even considered home. How poetic. Up rooting and ruining lives. The Edmund Simons business: a never ending cycle of karma. Not that he really minded. He considered himself rather detached from it all now: locations, emotions, people. Not that he had much that he'd want to attach to in the first place. Camp was no home. The people surrounding him were no family. The emotions he felt only impeded him and slowed him down. There could only be one logical thing to do after figuring that out. The solution was the Edmund Simons everyone had the displeasure of seeing or meeting (or they didn't see; in which case they had to be whacked over the head with it) now.

Speaking of people... ugh. At least he hadn't gotten his hopes too far up. Then again, he never got what he hoped for, so it was just a foolish idea to even entertain. Edmund barely even flinched as the older boy seemingly came out of no where. As much as he hated it, he was so used to pop ups and people appearing that it just didn't faze him anymore. He disregarded the opposite male's grand entry and held his ground. The elder seemed to have no regard or very poor personal space, spacial recognition. To the other's greeting he just gave a curt nod. "I know," Edmund said matter of factly to both his statements. It seemed like this encounter was going to go by without him getting killed as well. No action. Pity. "And yet you aren't... third person not to, actually. And you call yourselves Romans?" he scoffed. He took a large step backwards as the elder tried to poke him straight on the forehead. If there was one thing Edmund Simons detested, it was getting physical with someone when not fighting. Besides, too prolonged, close proximity for his liking.

At the question, he just rolled his eyes. "What's it look like?" he asked flatly.

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TAG: Mathias Densen

CREDIT: AI

[Mathias Densen]

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“Well I mean if you want to get killed, you came to the wrong guy. I’m not really the killing type, I mean, I don’t even have a weapon or anything”, Mattie said, not realizing the complete and utter stupidity of that statement. Who just announced that they were unarmed, in the presence of one who could have potentially be the enemy? Mattie, that was who. Unfortunately for him, he was all too trusting of others, and the thought that this other boy could have had less than ideal intentions for him did not even cross his mind. However, the Dane refused to be discouraged by the other boy leaving him, in fact, he only pursued his annoying endeavors even more, continually oblivious to the other boys displeasure. “Why’d you even want to get killed anyways? I mean, that’s not really my idea of a good time, dude”, Mattie said lightheartedly, and no, the intrusive little Mathias voice in his head that insisted that killing this Greek boy would be a good time could shut up, because no one cared about how much he really wished he could grip his hands around this boy's neck and wring the life out of it. Mattie shook his head slightly, wow, his head had taken a surprisingly dark turn, eh? “Anyhow, I’m Mattie! Nice to meet you, Greekie or really weird mortal! I should probably call you something other than Greekie though, I know a lot of Romans around here would rather call you a graecus, but that’s not really my thing”, Mattie rambled, before looking at the other boy, to attempt to answer his question, oblivious to the blatant sarcasm and disinterest that was shown. Mattie was good with hugs and memes, not social cues.



“Ooh, are you uh…. Walking?”, Mattie said, blinking slightly and turning his head, casting his gaze back on the other boy. In all honesty, Mattie had never found a reason to walk to nowhere, just exercise for the fun of it. He was so done with training, just… No. The thought that someone else would willingly wander onto enemy territory was absurd to him, but hopefully Felicity would be nice and not hurt the other boy, or at least Mattie could hope. He really could only do so much into trying to talk her out of hurting him. Mattie went back over to the other boy, blatantly following him around in a way that was reminiscent of a lost puppy, or perhaps an annoying parasite, like a bee you’d slap away but would only return, more persistent than before. Warding Mattie away was difficult, it really took a certain display of violence and aggression to get the Dane to back down and understand that the person before him was not one to be messed with.

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[Edmund Simons]

Of course it'd be his luck that he'd meet three Romans that didn't have the Roman-ness to kill him (or at least attempt to). Merrimen because... well, she was stupid and thought that he still meant something to her and vise versa. That girl in the caverns because only gods knew why. People were dumb and made no sense. And now this bumbling idiot because he was some hippie freak. Edmund raised his eyebrows slightly. Who in their right mind would announce (to a potential enemy) that he was unarmed. And he called himself a Roman... "You do realize that is one of the most unintelligible things to do, yes?" Edmund asked, giving his eyes a slight roll. He was a, what did Merrimen call him again? A gray-cuss? That thing; a soldier of lesser tactic, training, and technique and yet he even had the common sense not to say that. Perhaps it was just a personality thing... which made Ed wonder how on earth the guy standing before him had even made it as far as he had. Edmund knew he had been surviving off of being overly (although properly) paranoid. He didn't expect anyone to be nice or to show him mercy. Not only did he not expect it, he didn't want it to happen.

The guy couldn't take a hint, could he? He almost reminded Ed of Meg: trailing, talkative... only the opposite gender, not related to him, and a lot more annoying. The younger male continued trudging through the forest, not caring whether he was going deeper into their territory or not. The sounds of crunching leaves and scurrying animals getting out of their way was calming to him in some odd way. Odd to think that there existed creatures smaller than him. Smaller an non human that was. Animals. The mortals and demigods must have been like giants to them. Although, he supposed he could relate. That's how the gods made most feel. "Not to you, to me," Ed scowled, batting away a tree branch level to his head. War had a diverse effect on people. Some never wanted to see another day of fighting in their lives. Some became fight adverse. Some shut down. A laundry list of effects, basically. Oh, wouldn't a shrink love to come into camp and pick them all apart. Was there even a shrink in that kumbaya camp? It wouldn't surprise him if there was.. Others... others became more reckless. Edmund was obviously of that variety. "Uh-huh," Ed noted flatly. Nice to meet him? No... "Simons, Edmund. Graecus, Simons, Edmund, whatever." Ah, so it was graecus. He assumed it meant "Greek" in Roman, but it by ways of insult. He didn't really see how just being called "Greek" would be insulting, but whatever. He had gotten called worse.

Edmund took a deep breath. "Yes," he responded tersely. "So you Ῥωμαῖοι (Rhōmaîoi) aren't as dumb as you usually look," he snapped back. Huh... interesting. He usually didn't speak Greek, but he had to admit, it was sort of cool speaking a different language on reflex.

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NOTES: that may be modern greek since I couldn't find ancient greek T_T

WORDS: 516

TAG: Mathias Densen

CREDIT: AI