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Durie didn’t know what to do with himself, he was so utterly bored out of his mind. He had long ago finished the menial tasks assigned to him for the day and he wasn’t so keen on going to the most popular post-chores hangout for legionnaires; the training hall. Poor Durie was a spindly little thing, so after five years, he wasn’t holding out any hope that he would ever be decent with a weapon. Besides, even if he could properly lift a sword, it wasn’t like his brain would let him swing it. He cared too much about whatever would meet his blade. His heart was too big, it bled too much for a Roman Legionnaire half-way through his service. It was much easier to leave that to the others, surely, they could easily make of for his lack of skills. He just needed to make sure he stayed out of the way.

Instead, he was wandering through Camp, searching for either something to do or somewhere to be, just for the few hours before dinner started. His dark brown eyes flickered about, searching for any sign of his mirror image, his beloved identical twin brother Aubin. The two of them had a complicated relationship, to say the least – always jumping between being able to work together as the Janus twins and wanting to rip each other’s throats out because they were such polar opposites who rarely, if ever, got along. This dynamic still somehow surprised people, though that was probably due to the fact that many of them seemed to expect the boys to have something in common because of their shared DNA.

No, never. Durie bitterly thought. (Clearly, his mind was set to “Hate Aubin” mode.) He’s a jack---. There’s nothing that we have in common. The only outwardly trace of his vitriol-filled thoughts came in the form of a scowl scrawled across his face. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but whatever it was, it had to be somewhere Aubin wouldn’t be. Glancing around him, the most obvious place would be the Principia. He knew that last night Aubin decided to get hammered, again, so there was no way he's showing his face where the Praetor’s frequented. His brother may not be the brightest bulb, but he was no fool. Plus there was a chance that someone there would need an extra-hand, giving him something to do for a few hours. If not, there were a few good places to sit like the edge of the fountain, which he beelined for and was currently making himself comfortable. A little R&R could definitely do this boy some good for now, with his sibling rivalry, it was something he certainly needed.

[Brett Laughlen]

Brett, for once in his life, felt extremely awkward in his new surroundings. The demigod, who had just learned to embrace his powers, felt a bit out of place, but knew he was here for the best. In the few short months since he arrives at the Wolf House, his moods had improved significantly, and he was able to start feeling more like his normal self again. Or, at least what he assumed was normal. It had been years since Brett felt like a real person. He stopped feeling so ‘alive’ shortly after his brother, Axel, left him and his sister for the legion. It was like half of him was gone.

Brett still didn’t know much about the layout of Camp Jupiter, and found himself finding his way around and gawking at all the different buildings and structures all around him. The camp was truly nothing he thought it would be. It was definitely a step up from summer camp, but it also had a warn vibe to it. Not in the bad way, just that it had been around for a while, and traditions seemed to be a big thing around here. Now reunited with his brother, Brett found comfort that he was in the same place as Axel, but didn’t feel the need to follow the kid around. The identical twins preferred to do almost everything together, but his other half was off doing whatever centurions did. The legion’s vocabulary was still somewhat of a blur to the boy.

The list of things the two had in common could probably fill up a few pages, but they still were there own people. When seen together, people seemed to think otherwise. In very few events, this wasn’t always a bad thing. The pranks the two could pull together - or apart - were always amusing. Brett was still aimlessly walking around camp, camera slung over his neck, periodically snapping pictures of cool things he saw. The boy came upon a regal-looking building with a huge water fountain in front. Another boy was walking over to sit on it, but Brett didn’t mind, it made for a cool shot anyway. Kneeling down to get the right angle, he snapped away, the camera making audible sounds most likely loud enough for the other boy to hear. Oh well, he would have to deal with it, the shot was dope.