Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
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[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The sharp crack of the bowstring was punctuated by a long low whistle as the arrow, fletched by Annalinde, sliced through the air and bit deep into the target with a deep thump. The shaft vibrating as another arrow slammed home just a second later, speed and precision punctuated only by the soft inhalation of air into her lungs and then that same air being expelled as the next arrow leapt from the string. All around she could hear the dull hum of life as the day came to an end and the night slipped into reality, twisting the world into a dim and beautifully coloured shadow of itself at dusk. Every day while her peers, her cousins and half-siblings, wound down looking to relax she made her way to the archery butts and pummelled the hay with arrows until she just could not see any more. Even as they were all wrapped up in their own drama, their relations, and even as the Greeks tried to make her home their home she still kept to her routines. She kept everyone at arm's length, Hades even the notion of letting people in made her uncomfortable given her childhood. For years she never got to settle down because by the time she did they were moving, she always felt like something was missing and even now she still felt like it. Like a piece of her had been taken and she could not remember it.
The whistle of the arrows, the crack of the string and the thump of the steelhead biting into the hay provided a momentary distraction from it all. From the cohort, from the other demigods and most of all from herself.
She channelled all of that turmoil, turmoil from even her earliest memories, into every shot and every arrow. Every morning before drills she fletched new arrows, carved new shafts and then every evening she took her bow and took herself away from the world for just a few hours before bed. Her routines helping her to cope with the strangeness of her reality and the chaos that followed in the wake of the Greek Demigods arriving, the tensions. She kept herself apart from her cohort in particular because letting them near felt like opening herself up to the potential pain of having to leave it all behind. Even as she drew the string back and let it loose once more her thoughts turned to her mother, she was so wrapped up in herself and the routine she followed every day that she missed the soft crunch of boots upon dead leaves and the squelch of damp grass beneath a light step, getting closer and closer as she loosed another arrow and another. She paused for more than one beat, an irregularity in that routine, as she tried to collect her errant thoughts. She lowered her bow and then she heard it, turning on her heel to face the approaching footsteps.
Jax had spent the past twenty-eight and a half hours passed out in blissful sleep in his bunk. That time had been proceeded by sixty-one hours of no sleep at all so he had taken his sweet and precious time returning back to the land of the living. It had all been for a task that he wasn't looking forward to ever doing again, though he knew that wasn't likely to happen.
The border was malfunctioning, kids were still pouring in from the Greek camp and there simply weren't enough guard rotations to cover it all. So he, among a few others, had volunteered to help fill the gaps in rotation. A chore that he usually didn't mind doing. Although it could get boring at times, it surely beat out teaching Greeks or sitting in on a Latin Class any old day. Alas, he was half-mortal and until the Hermes kids could perfect their energy drink recipe, he still needed sleep. After coming in from the long haul he had stumbled into his bed and promptly bid the world goodnight.
It wasn't until late afternoon that he finally arose from his slumber. The only perk to forcibly keeping his body up well past the point of exhaustion was that when he finally did give in to sleep, it was nothing but empty unconsciousness. There were no dreams, no nightmares to speak of. There was no disruption from his bunk-mates nor camp. It had been a fast and whole encompassing of darkness that he had savored every minute of.
After he finally did sit up in bed, one hand running through his blonde locks before giving a stretch, he savored the groggy feeling for a moment more before proceeding to the showers. From there, after changing into a purple camp shirt, the obvious next stop was the Mess Hall. He all but inhaled a few slices of pizza before trying to talk one of his siblings into a sparring match. Unfortunately for him, the day was winding to a close and no one was interested in spending a few hours getting thrown to the ground, which really was a pity.
So instead, the boy found himself idly walking to the archery range. He mused that at least, with it being close to nightfall, no one would be around to give him hades for missing any shots. Archery, admittedly, wasn't his strong suit and he tended to avoid the weapon and the range itself altogether if he could help it. It had been a few months since he had last practiced though, so he figured now was as good a time as any.
His feet carried him along the path until the range came into view. A small frown making its appearance on his face as he noticed someone already there. They were methodical, and he silently grumbled to himself that it was just his luck to have an Apollo kid at the range when he wanted to brush up on his skills. Nevertheless, he continued on, walking towards the designated spots. The other person turned to face him and he gave a small smirk before moving to the spot beside them. "Don't pause on my account."
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] Studying the new comer warily Annalinde tilted her head, she recognised him as a member of the First which meant he came with glowing recommendations and some level of prestige before even joining the Legion. The Creme de la creme as it were, when things were bad it was the First that were supposed to step into the breach and given she’d seen him on the extra guard rotations it seemed like he was at least living up to that. The Vanguard. Her grip on her bow shifted slightly, thumb brushing against the smooth and treated wood ”I am not used to people working up here at this time, sorry,” she mumbled as she pulled an arrow from her quiver once more and turned quickly, letting the arrow loose into the air where it crashed into the target once more right beside the others. She took another arrow by the nocking tabs, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the boy beside her. Archery, swordplay, martial arts and just about every other aspect of war helped her clear her thoughts at the end of the day so having company threw her off. [break] ”I’m uh, I’m Annie by the way. Daughter of Bellona,” it still felt strange to offer the name of her mother so casually, even the notion of being a demigod felt strange despite how long she’d lived with the information. She opened her eyes and watched him, trying to hide the fact, as she brought another arrow up to the bowstring and for the first time in weeks her shot went wide careening off into the darkness and slicing into the barrier behind ”That um, that doesn’t happen to me often. You’re one of the First right? I saw you with some of them around the perimeter lately.” and she lowered the bow once more, frowning. Things were changing and changing quickly, even thinking about it deepend her concerns and turned her frown to a scowl. The Greek Demigods were an unknown element to her, they were around, they were without a home and she avoided them thus avoiding the tensions between both the Roman and Greek groups, as it were. If she avoided the conflict, the ensuing melting pot too, then she hoped to avoid the inevitable fall out. After all, why fight a battle when there was no war, just fear.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 395 WORDS Jax Hollins
Jax paused a moment wondering for half a second if she was a Greek who simply wasn't wearing orange. She had given him something amounting to an apology, something very un-Roman, at least not the kind of Romans he was used to being around. He hadn't actually expected her to reply at all to him. The fact that she did, and then further apologized to him only threw him deeper into confusion. He watched her for only a moment as she nocked the arrow and let it loose, the arrow piercing the target perfectly. A fact that made him just slightly more self-conscious.
Jax grabbed his bow, nocking the arrow and taking his time aligning his sights. One deep breath in and letting the arrow loose on the exhale slowly. It hit the target, though quite a few inches from the middle where he had been aiming. A frown pulled at his lips as he moved to grab another arrow. That kind of shot wasn't going to cut it. In the war games, the shields were too close for a shot like that to do any damage. There was nothing worse than a wasted shot.
The girl spoke up before he could grab another arrow though, pulling his attention to her as she spoke her name, mentioning that she was a child of Bellona. That was surprising to the blonde. She hadn't seemed at all like a daughter of the war goddess, at least not to him. "I'm Jax, son of Mars. Are you new or something? I don't think I've ever had a Bellona kid apologize to me." He grinned. Threaten bodily harm? Check. Given actual bodily harm? Check. Apologize? Not a chance. He mused that she could be new. Probatios and newcomers tended to give off nicer vibes than those who had been here a while. Though sometimes the big three kids liked to go against that trend.
She moved to take another shot, blowing the target completely and he turned back to his own weapon. He listened silently as she asked if he was in the first. Jax lined up the shot slowly. His instincts wanted him to launch the arrow immediately. To move quickly and fire even faster, but he didn't have the skill set yet to follow through with speed. At least not accurately. Jax inhaled and exhaled once more, the shot again hitting much lower than intended. He nodded towards the failed mark. "You don't have to make any excuses to me. Thank gods no one else is out here, we'd have to fight them to gain our family pride back." He gave a half-grin at the joke before turning back to her and answering her earlier question. "And yeah, I'm with the first. What about you?"
[attr="class","THREAD2BLCONTENT"] The other children of Bellona always seemed to be trying to emulate their mother’s harsher side, to play into the cruel nature of war and thus garner respect through fear but Annalinde rejected the notion of following the same path as them, she just wanted to be a normal girl with a normal life. Obviously, not possible but that didn’t mean she had to be like them so instead she chose to stay on the outside of everything where she did not have to let people in and where she could try to be just a good person, Demigod or not. She let another arrow loose and smiled as it buried itself between all of her previous shots “I am not like my siblings and I’m not exactly new either, I’ve been with the Fourth for a little over a year,” not quite the bottom of the barrel but certainly not the most prestigious of the cohorts, a point which she was sure Bellona would take issue with if they ever met in earnest.
She watched him with a small frown noting the way he gripped the bow, his posture and the differences between their approaches “I could make a few threats if it will make you feel better but you’ll still miss if you keep holding the bow like its an angry animal, not an old friend or lover,” she tried to hide her smile, failing miserably. The notion of fighting for family honour just because she missed a single shot out of hundreds was amusing, the way they all clamored for some invisible prestige despite the only reward being some cheers and a pat on the back “And screw family pride, as long as we come through when it matters who gives a damm. Half the kids here will probably brick it when things get bad, they’ll miss and they’ll feel weak. All that matters is whether we come through in the end because when we have to face some big, nasty beast routines and drills will only help so much. So family pride can shove it, I just want to win when it matters but if you hit your next shot I can give you a little round of applause and a pat on the back, maybe I will even cheer like one of your cohort,” and the smile still remained, plastered upon her lips despite her best efforts as she studied him. It was… nice to just let her hair down for a moment, to be on the inside of something rather than forcing herself to remain outside observing. She wouldn’t let anyone get close mind, arms-length at best, but she could still enjoy a bit of friendly conversation and banter with him “Seriously though, relax your grip and as long as the shaft follows the line you can trust the bow, you will find your mark,” she let her own bow hang loosely from her hands, using just her index finger to keep it in line.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 502 WORDS Jax Hollins
Jax lazily turned his attention to the girl next to him as she spoke of her siblings and being unlike them. It was an interesting enough little nugget of knowledge that kept his attention for a brief moment. He liked things that didn't fit the norm. There was nothing more fun than finding kids who went against the grain for him. There was no telling what they were likely to do, it was like playing with fire near a fireworks stand.
His curiosity and interest vanished though when she mentioned that she was in the fourth cohort. "Couldn't stand up to the challenge huh?" The words were out of his lips without care of hurt feelings. He then put his attention back to the weapon in his hands, his interest pulled from the girl.
Jax had fired off his shot and again a small frown appeared on his face as he worked to calculate what he had done wrong. The girl, Annie, had then spoken up, and much to his simmering annoyance felt compelled to critique his stance. Without glancing over he replied, "Oh yeah? Is that what you did to end up in the prestigious fourth cohort?" He strung up another arrow, nocking it with perhaps a bit more speed than he should have, the arrow firing swiftly but landing well off of the center, barely an inch shy of missing the target completely.
A huff of irritation came out of his lips as he all but glared at the offending target down the range. He told himself to breathe and relax. The boy even tried to channel Sam, his cohort mate, who irritatingly shot much better than he did. Inner peace was not coming quickly to the blonde though and no sooner had he tried being one with the bow, the girl spoke up again, causing him to turn to face her, a bored expression on his face.
He let her continue speaking without interruption, and boy did she speak. He resisted the urge to turn halfway around and see if an audience had gathered because the girl went on and on as if she were a keynote speaker at a terribly boring seminar about how to be utterly and totally wrong. "Are you absolutely sure you're Bellona's daughter? Because you sound like you belong in the other camp." An offensive statement if there ever was one. At least in his world.
"Pride is what makes the Twelfth Legion Fulminata a legacy that has lasted since 58 BC. It's pride that drives us all to practice and run drills until we puke. You talk about not caring about pride but how exactly do you expect yourself to 'win when it matters' if you have no pride to put in the time that it requires to become a winner?" He realized somewhere in the back of his mind that he was now the one on the proverbial soapbox but he couldn't be bothered to care. "Just because you have no honor or pride in your family legacy doesn't mean that nobody else should either." Her words had irritated him more than he'd like to admit which really was a small feat in itself.
Normally, silly things like newcomers talking about something they knew nothing about wouldn't bother him much. For some reason his fuse was a bit shorter. He blamed it on the exhaustion. She gave him a, more than likely, sound bit of advice to adjust his shooting, but he was far too irritated to take heed of it. He instead let the bow lay on the ground and crossed his arms, waiting for her to respond instead.
“An unjust peace is better than a just war,” Annalinde snapped back resisting the urge to strike him for the unjustified cruelty of a brainwashed demigod, a true believer in the notion of conquest “Marcus Tullius Cicero, one of our forebears and a far greater man than you will ever amount to be. He said that. Please, go ahead and continue to imagine some glory in conquest while refusing to acknowledge the aspect of death is more Roman than he is Greek, the petulance and immaturity of it astounds me. Should my blade be drawn it will be drawn when there is no other path available to me for war is the final question,” and she groaned in disgust as she looked at him. She was not done and the fire in her eyes made that clear.
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?” she asked and before he could answer she placed her bow on the rack, brows furrowed in barely restrained fury “Ghandi, now I am paraphrasing but surely even a fool brainwashed by the idea of glory can understand that these men have more honour than you for they stand for something greater than you, do you think that being the child of a God makes you something more? Better? If this is all you amount to, a brainwashed fool spouting the messages fed to you, then you are little more than a pathetic fool. Shame, you’re kinda cute but you’re wasting air spewing the Legion's lines, conquest is greed, honour is the failure to be better than our ancestors masked with pride” and with that she let her hand rest upon the blunted blade resting within the racks beside her bow, her chosen training blade. Ready, waiting for him to make a mistake but she wouldn’t attack him for that would run counter to her words about the notion of a just war, of glorious conquest. She would act in defence of her person but her actions would be final, there would be no doubt and when the dust settled she would either win or lose.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 357 WORDS Jax Hollins
Jax crossed his arms, a clear look of annoyance on his face. The boy wasn't exactly the most humble being, even on his best day, but he took exceptional irritation when a fourth cohort newbie dared to correct him on anything. The girl looked every bit as annoyed as he was and he was prepared for a yelling match. Oddly enough, instead of telling him off, she spoke about peace being better than war and confusion instantly filled his features. How she had gotten that he preferred war over peace was beyond him. "No one said that it wasn't."
He barely had time to utter those words before she snapped at him all over again. Jax could only listen silently as his features displayed every confusing thought that was running through his mind. For a brief moment, he even wondered if she was talking to him at all. He knew some mortals had earpieces that were practically invisible, but the wards wouldn't allow anything like that of the sort inside camp.
She launched into Cicero and that she imagined he'd find glory in conquest and he could only continue to stare, clearly bewildered. His godly gift arose, like a cat waking up for a nap and he felt it like waves of hot air on his skin. She was angry, quite angry.
The whole ordeal was growing more and more confusing, the girl speaking of not raising her sword and though Jax understood the metaphor that she was trying to convey, he wouldn't be Jax if he didn't make a quick comment, the confusion moving into his normal cocky demeanor. "Actually, it looks like you're already raising a weapon. So who are we at war with again? I can't remember." The smirk was plastered onto his face, but he couldn't enjoy it too much because she snapped at him again, this time bringing up the dead and orphans. "Are…are you unwell? No one mentioned war." He tilted his head just slightly to the side, unsure if he should call for a medic. He again found himself wondering if she was speaking to him, that maybe she was just saying lines from an upcoming play or something but the anger was clearly there and directed at him.
She continued to speak. On and on she went and when it became clear to the boy that she was in no rush to hurry along with her odd critique of him, he sat down on the ground. Arms stretched out, supporting himself from behind so he could watch her rant with a bemused expression on his face. The anger was clearly evident, even without him sensing it. No one had to have special powers to see that the girl before him was fuming. The only thing that didn't make sense, at least not to the son of Mars, was what had exactly set her off on a wild tangent about war.
As she spoke on, a grin slowly spread across his face, one that didn't leave, even as he noticed her moving towards the gleaming sword laying near. When she finally wrapped up her tirade, he could contain it no longer and found himself full-on laughing. The laugh continued for at least a minute before he composed himself enough to retort. "First, you need to know that yes, being a child of a god does make me more. One of the many reasons actually that makes me more." The smug grin returned to his face before continuing on, "Second, do you need a medic? You do realize that you're the only one who brought up war, conquest, and glory right? I spoke of honor and pride, two things which the people you yourself brought up not only had but demonstrated daily, so how exactly am I the fool in this scenario?" Jax angled his head, waiting on either her reply or attempt to skewer him.
“And yet the very purpose of the Legion is to conquer Jax,” Annalinde replied softly, almost exasperated as like so many of her peers he missed the point of a Legion especially one consisting of semi-divine beings who could overpower almost anything with training and guidance. The Legion was a war machine, it always would be and it was an inescapable fact “From the day they were formed Legions had one purpose, to crush all those who would defy Rome. Conquest. This honour you hold so dear, is a social construct born from the notion of a justified war and the behaviours expected therein. If you cannot wrap your head around that then… think about it. Why would the shadow of an empire born in the fires of war and oppression still exist, gathering demigods, if not to exert a certain level of control over things through war and conquest? And what better way to convince headstrong young men, women, whatever, to enact the will of the ‘Legion’ than to fill their heads with ideas of honour? An unspendable currency only accrued through the life of a warrior or lives adjacent to that of warriors?” and her tone softened as she spoke.
Maybe he really did not understand?
She let her hand drop to her side though because it was clear that while his reaction was… predictable she’d overestimated his desire to preserve honour, confusing it with the black urge to retaliate against slights which always lingered in the back of her own mind, perhaps. Her mother’s enduring gift. She pushed her tongue against the inside of her bottom lip for a moment before speaking again “They drill us, they march us around and they teach us to use the weapons of days gone by. They mould us, they teach us to wield the gifts in our blood and they condition our kind to follow orders without question, thankfully like you most of us seem to think we are more than human. Better. The moment that a threat to our dominance rises they will order us to crush it, that is what Rome’s Legions have always done. Marched forth to conquer and extend the influence of Rome, to crush any threats beneath their boots and call it an honourable act. ‘And so the warriors of heaven marched through blood-soaked fields felling all who dared oppose them, even their kin who revered beings by another name fell to their blades but they cried this is no war but liberation, walk in the light of the Empire and the Gods’ it all starts with honour and it always ends with blood, what’s honourable about all of this? About parents who never see their children yet mould them into weapons?” and she smiled sadly “The choice is untenable, as a demigod we are either a part of the Legion or we die, death or blood.”
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 357 WORDS Jax Hollins
The girl brought up the fact that the purpose of the legion was indeed made to conquer and Jax made a face. "Okay. Yeah, maybe but that's a reach." Sure, the legion was originally made to conquer lands, he had paid enough attention in history to know that, but that wasn't what they were all training for. That wasn't their main purpose now. They weren't running drills on conquering foreign lands. They were running drills to keep everyone safe. To uphold the honor of a legacy. Something she clearly knew nothing about.
Annie began speaking again and Jax let out an audible groan. He laid back on the ground, one hand moving to rub away the tension that was building in his forehead. He wasn't interested in a history lesson. He wasn't interested when it was required and he surely wasn't interested in it on his day off. "Do you ever stop talking?" He again groaned the sentiment out loud, fully expecting her to ignore him and carry on with her boring speech.
When she came to something akin to a pause he spoke up, his voice clearly frustrated. "Who exactly do you think we're conquering? We've let our literal enemies into our camp willingly." He remained laying back, feet on the ground and knees upright as he questioned her. Then, realizing fairly quickly, that there was no point in it, he gave up on proving her wrong and moved straight into exasperation. "You know what, I've got a great idea." The boy sat up, a big smirk on his face, "You should tell the Praetors your thoughts. I mean, you're obviously concerned, so please. Please go tell them your point of view." Oh what the son of Mars would do to be able to witness her telling these things to Dareios or Morrigan. The amount of joy probably said a good bit about his character but he couldn't care less.
She spoke up again, her voice a little softer, and perhaps if she had made any sense to the boy he might have cared. Instead, he could only watch her with an exasperated look on his face as she again began to give him another bizarre lesson in morals and honor. "This isn't the old days. We're not marching or conquering anyone. We're not being made to conquer anyone. We're here to protect our kind from monsters. What part of that don't you understand?" He shook his head, ready to be done with this whole ordeal. "Look you're new. You don't know anything about this life. You haven't done anything for this legion so you don't get to act like you're better than it or that you're a moral martyr at its hands." Jax stood up, dusting his pants off. "So until you earn that right, I suggest you keep your insane thoughts to yourself."
“Are they really our enemies or are they just distant kin? I mean that’s exactly what I am trying to tell you but just like the praetors you don’t want to hear it. I learn to fight because I must and because it is in my blood but I do not want to fight. A fight will come because strength attracts conflict, especially when that strength is the strength of warriors, and we will lose brothers and sisters. Friends.” but it was quite clear that he would not listen, Jax had no interest in anything but the notions of glory and honour spoon fed to him by a Legion and cohort which would never truly serve New Rome or the Demigods within. It would serve their ambitions instead.
She’d sworn an oath the same as everyone else, in their own way at least, but she did not wish to stand shoulder to shoulder in a war beyond the games they played. She took a deep breath for a moment and tried to bring order to her thoughts as she looked at him, studying him “Whether it is the old days or not doesn’t matter. Something is in the air and just look what happened to the Greeks, you think me a fool yet you do not truly listen so … just don’t die when things hit the fan. You’re an idiot but even idiots do not deserve to suffer,” though she lingered for a moment with her fingers resting atop the knock of her bow. Sea-green and grey eyes lingering for a moment “I just want our brothers and sisters, our friends to be safe and survive. Since I have to spell that out just remember those words if nothing else,” though she could not be sure that he believed her she hoped that her mother’s blood, the blood of a warrior, would be clear enough one day but that it would be a day where no Legionnaire would fall.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 330 WORDS Jax Hollins
Jax narrowed his eyes as the girl questioned if the Greeks were truly their enemy or not. Was she joking with him? He couldn't tell at first. As she continued on though it was clear that she was being genuine. Again he began doubting her godly parentage because surely there was no way the girl in front of him was from Bellona. "Yes. Yes I am sure they're our enemies. Why else would the gods have kept us apart for so long? Why do you think that during the last recorded time of us meeting there was a war that was more deadly than the mortal's Civil War?" He leaned forward, offering a shoulder shrug as he continued on with the sentiment, "I don't know about you, but that doesn't exactly sound like best friend material." He wondered for a brief moment if perhaps she had friends who were Greeks. If that was why she was so enamored by them. It was beginning to get more common around the camp.
Roman soldier who spent utterly too much time around Greeks and suddenly became best buddies with them. One of their own Praetors was rumored to be dating one. It was stupid if you asked him. He knew just how dangerous and manipulative they could be. He didn't mind an occasional tryst or brief hang-out with them, but he wasn't about to dive into anything deeper.
Annie took a deep breath in and Jax watched with amusement as she appeared to be reading him. The anger had seemed to reside, at least enough to where it didn't feel as if it was coming off of her in waves. That was something he supposed. Not that he was worried about her in the least. Sure she could probably out-shoot him in the archery department but he'd take his chances against her any day of the week. She was only in fourth cohort after all.
Jax had stood up, dusting off the dirt that had collected onto his pants and when she spoke he gave a soft laugh, almost to himself. "A pacifist daughter of Bellona. Now I think I really have seen it all." One more swipe against his pant and he stood up fully, a smirk on his face. "We’re all going to die someday Annie. I'd rather die doing something crazy than a boring death in my sleep. Something that makes a difference. Something that my family can be proud of. If you think that makes me a war-loving idiot then so be it."
The blonde crossed his arms as she touched her bow, speaking of their enemies as if they were all the same. It was wrong. Well, almost all wrong. Survival was something that they at least both could agree on. Did he like the Greeks? Not at all. That didn't mean that he wanted them all dead though. He was perfectly fine if they lived their lives…so long as it was far, far, far away from his life. "Yeah, that's a good sentiment but to actually ensure that we have to train and be prepared. We won't get there by sitting around and reading poetry or whatever you do for fun." Feed ducks? He had no clue. He didn't know what a Roman who didn't like training did. It was like asking what a fish who didn't like to swim enjoyed doing.
And with a scowl Annalinde studied Jax but ultimately she knew that continuing the conversation was pointless, they were not going to reach any common ground because like so many of the Legionnaires he’d drunk the kool-aid, bought into the myth, swallowed the pill. She could think of a thousand ways to phrase it but they all meant the same thing in the end, he was a die-hard loyalist of the Legion and the ideals behind the Legion. Unwilling to see the dirt beneath the gloss.
“I would say a judgemental son of Mars is new or surprising, I would be lying,” she muttered almost inaudibly “I am never going to persuade you until you lose someone to the Legion or feel … it doesn’t matter, you will see things the way you wish to see them and as with anyone including me there is no changing that until you experience something profound enough,” and she sighed, slipping the string from the bow's nock and carefully pulling the cloth case over the length of wood. She wished that they could reach an understanding or even a middle ground, that she could articulate the way her mother and the Legion made her feel Hades even how others would inevitably share her pain, but they could not. They were different and Annalinde was not ready to really express the thoughts lingering in her mind.
She looked at him then at the target “You might want to account for the wind with your next arrow or you will miss, again.” and she turned beginning to walk off into the gloom with a sigh.
[attr="class","THREAD2BLTAG"] 330 WORDS Jax Hollins
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