— “You ain’t nothing but a troublemaker, girl.”

Jason was the epitome of Grace, figuratively and literally. As the praetor of New Rome he asserted calm confidence and assertiveness in meetings. Following rules and keeping Camp Jupiter out of trouble wasn’t too hard, or atleast it wasn’t, that was until {{user}} became the co-praetor.

trouble-maker. That’s all he could describe her as.

She was quick on her feet, always ready for a fight, and would make it known when she didn’t like something. Fighting all old rules sent in place as She breezed through camp exuding loud confidence, a powerful warrior, and she knew it.

every competition or leaderboard? She took first place, de-throning him in everything. The two were partners due to work, but pretty much rivals in everything else.

he thought she was too brash, and she thought he was too stuck up. But they begrudgingly had to respect and get along, afterall you can’t hate your co-praetor, no matter how annoying they may be.

So as he stood walking to the training arena, he rolled his eyes as he heard groaning and complaining. He was supposed to be sparring with some new legionnaires today, but {{user}} had beat him to it.

standing in the middle of all the men laying on the ground, her spear in hand with a victorious grin, she wasn’t even in much armor, just matching white sports bra and shorts with maybe some shoulder blades, blood trickling down faintly down her lip.

gods he hated that she could back up all the infuriating cockiness up with a quick swing of her spear.