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Post by Nicky Alexander on Oct 3, 2011 14:33:42 GMT -7
Nicky sulked in his tent, the fight that turned into an all out battle had been a chance for him to prove that he could be as good of a leader as Tony Du Rone, Jason Grace, hell even Percy Jackson had all been. It had been a chance to prove that he was more than just a son of Jupiter, that he was a leader of men, even if he hated the responsibility, and he had failed. He had allowed his own prejudices to cloud his judgement. He had tried to write it off as a mistake anyone could make, but that hadn't helped that had only made him feel that much more guilty. He had tried praying at the Shrine of the Pantheon the Romans had erected in their encampment, but all he felt were the accusing eyes of his father saying, You weren't good enough. You must do better.It had gotten so unnerving he had considered throwing something at the statue to make it stop, but decided against it as he noticed what appeared to be a mocking smirk of the face of Juno's statue. She had been Jason's patron, and everyone had thought that she would be Nicky's as well, but she wouldn't have it. All of the other Romans could find comfort as she was the Patron of Rome itself, and the Legions, but for Nicky, all she had was a mocking smirk, a scowl or the occasional cows to chase him and make him feel like a fool. He gave up on the shrine and went back to his tent where the Legion Standard was being kept for the time being, even the golden eagle with its ruby eyes seemed to stare at him accusingly. He had had enough judgement for one day and turned the offending standard around to face the back of the tent rather than sit there and stare at him. Feeling a need for insight and understanding of some kind, he went over to his foot locker and pulled out a large leather bound copy of Virgil's Aeneid written in the original Latin, and began to reread the story. It had always irked him that the three greatest heroes in the story were a son of Venus, and twin sons of Mars. Jupiter was the King of the Gods, why weren't his children in the story doing heroic deeds. It took a moment for the bitter irony to sink in. He was being such a hypocrite, not wanting to have everyone expect him to be a good leader just because of his father, and yet at the same time feeling slighted that his ancient siblings weren't given places of high honor. He closed the book, feeling restless again he left the tent and sat in front of the campfire at the center of camp and stared into the flames, trying to get things to make some kind of sense. Word Count: 503 Muse: Sulky Tags: Romans Notes: It's not much to work with, but we needed a Roman thread so we can all commiserate together about the devious Greeks, barbaric Titans, and repulsive half-monsters  |
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Post by Riddle Jones on Oct 12, 2011 8:32:43 GMT -7
Riddle was having the time of her life and she really didn't understand why everyone else was so down and out. The Academy, in her humble opinion, was a wonderful place. It was filled with possibilities and interesting characters. It was filled with people who weren't Romans making choices and it was such a nice change that it was enough to make Riddle leap for joy. She had gone exploring since she had first gotten here, soaking in the sights and trying to open every locked door she came across. It was as if Riddle was drawn to those, though she had yet to be successful in opening any. It was like eating pringles. She couldn't stop!
When she wasn't trying to open doors, or eating pringles, or going to classes, or walking around academy grounds, Riddle was busy running around it chasing a fat owl. She loved Bubo, she really really did but he would better to loose some weight. If only she could catch him and stuff him in a cage and bring him to the spa so that they could put him in a sea weed wrap. That would be so good for him. She had even made him a little pink dress so that he would look presentable when they went out. Bubo wasn't so receptive of the idea though and always seemed to try everything to get away from her. Anyone else would be hurt but not Riddle! It was a good work out for him anyway, thought she thought that a sea weed wrap would do wonders.
But Bubo had eluded her for now, a fact that made Riddle pout as she walked back into the Roman encampment. The whole place still looked a bit unfinished to her, but Riddle didn't mind. The organized, busy place that she had left behind had been boring and she hoped that this one would turn out a little different. The empire in the west lasted another thousand years because of the Greek influence. Riddle hadn't really wanted to stop and talk to Nicky but it didn't look like she was about to find Bubo on her own, so she might as well ask someone.
"Have you seen Bubo around?" She came up behind Nicky, Bubo's pink dress in her hands. "He shouldn't be hard to spot since he's a rather plum."
Word count: 405
Muse: Dragging it's feet
Tags: Roman Nicky
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Post by Nicky Alexander on Oct 12, 2011 18:17:15 GMT -7
He wasn't sure his thoughts could get any darker or more annoyed, but was wrong. After he met Riddle Jones, the wierdo daughter of Janus, he knew his previous thoughts were just the tip of the dark iceberg.
"Hello Riddle," he said stiffly feeling uncomfortable with her presence. She had a strange knack for being very stalker-like, and he didn't want to be on her list of stalkees. He wasn't sure how Tony had put up with her, especially when she had gotten the idea that, Bubo, Tony's owl, was her new best friend.
"I think he flew over to the construction site. You know how Minerva's owls are, they have to have their talons in every little detail...um, you do remember Bubo is a boy, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to wear a pink dress...besides how would he fly with his wings in that thing?" Nicky asked finding himself distracted from his previous dark broodings.
"What would Tony think he he came back to camp and saw Bubo wearing a frilly pink dress, and the bird hooting bloody murder? I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be too happy, and a certain daughter of Janus might end up mucking out the stables for the rest of the school year..." He was trying to be patient, trying not to order her to leave the bird alone. Tony could have out thought the girl easily and convinced her to leave the bird alone, and make her think it was her own idea. Nicky didn't think that fast, and he was no Tony, but he was what the 2nd Legion had.
"You know, why don't we go look at the construction site and see how things are going? If this is to be our new home, we might as well see if we'll like it," he stood up gesturing off into the hills where a mass of bronze machines were working on building Nova Roma.
"How are you liking your time here at the Academy? Not having trouble with the Graeci aren't giving you any trouble I hope. If they do, be sure and let your Centurion and I know, they need to learn to treat us with the proper respect," it was a feeble attempt at acting praetorly, if that was even a word, but it was an attempt none the less. From now on he was going to own his office, at least until the next elections at the Feast of Fortuna.
"So, yes, ahem, there is where the First Cohort Barracks are being build, and the Second Cohort's are over there, oh and you can even see the Coliseum being built over in what will be Nova Roma...almost feels like home..."his heart wasn't really into the tour, but he knew he had to keep trying.
Word Count: 490
Muse: Dead...I killed it...it was tragic, you should cry
Tags: Romans
Notes: A really really lame post but I'm, about running on empty, no more marathon posting for me, my muses can't handle it
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Post by Riddle Jones on Oct 16, 2011 3:53:31 GMT -7
What made a preator? As Riddle stood in front of Nicky, she had that question do the tap dance across her mind. He was so stiff that she wanted to ask if someone had stuffed a spear up his butt when he had been made preator. Looking down at the dress in her hands and then back up to Nicky's face, Riddle wrinkled her nose as pointed out that Bubo was a boy and would not like wearing dresses. "All real men wear pink." She said, also wondering if she should add the word, 'Sir' to the back of that sentence. Out of all the Romans here at camp, Riddle acted more like a hippie then a soldier. But there was a freedom in choices and doors could open to just about anywhere, so no amount of training could change her free spirit. "And I waddling around not being able to fly will be good for him. With all that exercise he'll be in shape in no time." She bounced on the balls of her feet, not being able to keep still for a second longer. And as for the subject of Tony..."Is he really coming back?" Riddle's eyes were wide and curious as she studied Nicky, in his own way he had made her forget about Bubo for a while. "Only I heard that he was whispering in the ears of the enemy and well won't be interested in making me muck out any stables." She waited for Nicky's answer before dancing away from him, moving in weird little circles around the boy as they started to take a tour of the new city they were building. Normally the engineers didn't really like Riddle around the construction site because things had a habit of falling down around her but they kept their mouths shut when they saw Nicky. "Nope! No trouble with the Greeks!" She said with a laugh, looking around their new city. "I love them!" Riddle's voice was so loud that she would probably wake up a bunch of Lars. "If you could look into their heads Nicky! They're like us! But when they make choices!" Her words would have been profound if not for the goofy smile on her face. "Oh when they make choices!" The key that she wore around her neck, symbol of her father, was warm against her skin. Riddle was no seer, but the city was new and filled with possibilities that it was almost as potent as the future. It was because of this that she could not really let Nicky mope around. "Do you want to go to the club? I heard about the club, they have Zeus' rusty nail or something for a drink. I wonder what it tastes like. Do you know what it tastes like?" And there she goes, prattling off in one breath. "You need to relax Nicky, or your head will pop right off. Leave the the tangled panties attitude to Tony. You can lead in your own way and I promise not to step on your feet when we dance!" Word count: 525 Muse: Got away from me Tag: Nicky. Romans. Notes: *Throws a bucket of gorgon's blood over Nicky's muse.* Oh..I hope that wasn't poison. |
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Post by Nicky Alexander on Oct 17, 2011 16:15:45 GMT -7
He was never sure how she did it, but Riddle always made Nicky feel even more confused and lost than when he started. The first annoyance was the comment about 'real men wear pink', which Nicky was prepared to beg to differ just as she jumped trains of thoughts so fast, he was sure she had just given him whiplash.
There was that question about Tony. The only question that really mattered, and yet no matter what answer he could have given, Riddle won't have paid any attention at any rate, but he tried anyway.
"Well, we don't know if that was Tony, or if it was some kind of trick. And we don't know if he is alive let alone whether he'll come back..." He lost track of what he was saying as he stared dumbfounded as Riddle danced around him, like he was a May Pole or something. He was about to try and reel her in, to keep out of the way, but she seemed to manage just fine without him, despite the annoyed looks of the engineers around them, who were too well disciplined to say anything against their Praetor's choice of companions. He was still mystified by Riddle's behavior, sure he had seen her do stuff like this before to Tony back in California, but he always thought that it was because he was like everyone's big brother. His thoughts were once again disrupted as she commented about how they made choices, and she could see them or something.
"I'm not sure if I'm more concerned or relieved by that," he mused as he found himself almost being herded by Riddle's circles away from the construction site.
"Club? What Club? This isn't some Greek fraternity or sorority thing is it? And what in Caesar's name is a Zeus' Rusty Nail?" He was utterly perplexed, even more so as she started giving him leadership advice, that actually made some sense...this was almost as bad as talking with some whacked out Bacchus kid.
"Eh, that's for the advise..." He offered quietly trying to make some kind of order to the chaos Riddle had left in his mind.
"Oh it's a Night Club thing? No I haven't been. I prefer to keep to our kind, I haven't had the best of luck with the Greeks." He frowned turning back to look at the construction site. "Maybe we should make our own night club...some place where Romans can be Roman, without Greeks and Titans and monsters coming in making things difficult..." Nicky wasn't prejudice, at least he didn't think he was, he had just had some rotten luck with the students from the different wings of the Academy and he wanted to spare the others from the same fate.
"Maybe one drink at this club place won't be the end of the world...let's just hope the others feel the same," He mused gesturing for Riddle to lead the way.
Word Count: 515
Muse: Completely and utterly confused
Tags: Riddle and anyone else
Notes: Another meh post with a whole lot of nothing to work with for you :s
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Post by Riddle Jones on Oct 22, 2011 6:10:52 GMT -7
He was starting to get confused? Well Riddle had that effect on people. She tended to prattle on and on about random things until someone couldn't make heads or tails of what she was talking about. Somehow noticing the look on Nicky's face, Riddle smiled as if to say 'Don't stress out about it!!! Have fun!!" The smile also made her look rather deranged too if anyone wanted to know. He was saying something about Tony but Riddle's interest on the whole subject had waned. "I think wherever he is, he's going to make a choice to come home." She said, and there was no way of knowing if she was using her ability as a child of Janus or simply talking out of her ass.
"Neither!" Riddle declared brightly, still circling Nicky and almost kicking one Roman engineer in the groin as she did her Happy dance of Happiness. "It's simply amazing how they make choices! They're not restricted to tradition and debates and other things like that. They just BAM! Choice! It's wonderful. It's amazing!" One of the engineers called her a bad name under his breath. Riddle didn't hear it, she was too busy being happy and excited. Besides they were already walking away from the construction site.
"It's that club with the music." Riddle said nodding as it dawned on Nicky. "And Zeus' Rusty Nail is a drink that they have. It's fruity with a little umbrella. We should have forty!" She shook her head though, frowning for the first time when Nicky mentioned something about a club just for Romans. "That would be dreadfully boring." Riddle said then. "And besides, it'll be really rude if we have Zeus' Rusty nail in our club and then not share it with the rest of the Academy." She gave him one of her loppy smiles as he thanked her for something and then grabbed both his hands, pulling him into a dance that was utterly impromptu and silly.
"Of course it's not the end of the world!" Riddle cried out, as she twirled. "You're in charge Nicky, and this whole place is new. It's a new beginning. It's ours for the taking." Riddle's dark eyes gleamed and finally, finally under all that craziness you could see that she was a child of Rome.
Word count: 403
Muse: There
Tags: Nicky
Notes: Feel free to move them to the club.
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Post by Nicky Alexander on Oct 28, 2011 15:33:53 GMT -7
Nicky shook his head as Riddle rambled on and on, making his head ache. A drink was beginning to sound divine, at least then he'd have a good excuse for his head hurting like it did. The ambled along towards the club, with Riddle yammering an prancing around so much, that Nicky was forced to tune her out, least his mind suffer from a nuclear meltdown. Besides, he needed his wits about him, they were entering Greek territory, and no Greek could truly be trusted.
They stepped into the Lounge/Student Union, with spatterings of curious eyes following them. The muscles in Nicky's neck tensed involuntarily as he realized that they were probably the first Romans to visit, and their tattooed arms were like giant red flags, pointing out that they were strangers. They made their way to one of the bars where a ruddy faced youth stood mixing and pouring drinks as though it were the easiest thing in the world.
"Howdy doody. Care for a drink our special's to night are Zeus' Rusty Nail, Hera's Milk, and the Dionysus Special." The bar tender reeled off pouring out a dozen shots of something for other patrons.
"Can you tell us what those are exactly?" Nicky asked not liking how all the drinks had the Greek names of the gods.
"Well, I can't tell you what they're made of, trade secrets dontchaknow, but I can give you an idea of what they taste like." He finished pouring and turned his full attention to Riddle and Nicky.
"So first the Zeus' Rusty Nail. Have you ever stuck your tongue on a 9 volt battery as a kid?" Nicky nodded remembering how the battery exploded almost as fast as his tongue had touched it, and how lucky he had been that none of the acid had hit him.
"Well it's like that, only with a hint of coppery and lemony taste, it's pretty good really. Then there's Hera's Milk, which has a sweet milky taste with lots of lemon to make it sour, yet satisfying. Then there's my favorite," the bar tender's eyes gleamed with a manic glow, "The Dionysus Special, which is pretty much every bit of alcohol that comes to hand mixed with grape juice. It'll send you to Elysium and back," Nicky eyed the kid warily feeling certain that he would almost as crazy as Riddle, and that was saying something.
"I'll just take some honeyed wine, and I believe the lady would like to try the Zeus' Rusty Nail--" no sooner had Nicky spoken than a large goblet of wine and tumbler of shimmering liquid appeared on the bar.
"That'll be 1 drachma, or 10 denari," Nicky grumbled as he dumped a fist full of coins on the bar and walked off sipping his wine.
"Happy now?" He asked, his voice low and bitter.
Word Count: 491
Muse: such a grouch
Tags: Riddle, Romans
Notes: Have at it
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just wanted to pop in and say i miss yall
I'm in the middle of another book at the moment. 
