((I'm back. Vec, you're identifying a stranger in your warehouse and you suddenly speaks up with a guy? Does Houston have attention deficit or something to so easily forget about their objectives? I know you've got plenty of things to do, but things are already running slowly. And the RP hasn't even begun.))
((Krazaz, they way you spoke up apology seemed like it was me will all the cursing. Oh, the shock.
Dombo, if you heard the knocking on the door, you OBLIGATORILY should have heard me asking if your name was X. It's impossible that you hear hollow sounds yet you can't hear the sound of a voice, at all.
VEC, came over to say that I won't be on sunday, saturday and sunday cos I've got to study for a badass test. So yeah, that's it.))
((Juliet, sorry I couldn't come earlier. I'm passing by to warn that I've got to study for an important test and I won't be on tomorrow, saturday and perhaps Sunday as well. That means some mod (you or you, lawl) should control at least Tiberius on that while.))
((Tiberius called Aelius, but, apparently, he didn't go to him.))
Cato
Between the several battles that took place in today's match, the most exhaustively discussed was of a young gladiator gal that had her victory discarded by the Emperor. This, among the several other stupidities performed by Tiberius, skirted Cato fervently in the edge of frustrating impatience. Although of being considered apathetic by most other gladiators, Cato couldn't help himself to feel less empathy with the victorious damsel. It was eerily difficult for a woman to defeat a man on terms of abilities, most because of the fear aroused by facing such bears, and she had performed it majestically. Naturally, Cato would congratulate her revolutionary deed.
The man noticed her heading towards one of the several bath basins. Cumbrous was her heading towards the one most agglomerated with lads. Why not rather head towards the thermal basins reserved for the day's winners? This sounded more private than washing her body amongst a bunch of impure guys, observing surreptitiously every detail possibly attained.
"Hey there," Cato began, snapping his fingers. "That was a pretty nice battle you did back there."
Actually, he haven't noticed that he was standing besides her.
"Tell me, what's your name?" He questioned innocently, mostly like arranging a friendship in the lands of knavery.
((I did check all posts and I guess I didn't remember yours. Anyway, I was actually expecting my char to fight after that other guy, Morvanus, isn't it? Yeah ... deception. I'll fix it up, though I don't know what the hell to post.))
((Oh yeah, btw, I think that's a good opportunity to Cato speak up with Alexis, right?))
((Hey Tekno, could you control my character for this week? I know I'm still active, but the characters in the other RPs are of crucial importance and without me it would just be perma-stopped. I have to study for a goddamn important test and I'm apparently out of time with this one. After a while I'll get in touch again.
Swans is currently fighting against a pyromancer goblin.
"The sumb*tch inside the building is that X person? What the hell is wrong with that assmind?" Victor protested with an overloaded voice of rabies. How would possibly that person run wild the applicants to get inside that team? Wasn't this a ridiculous and imbelice thing to do? So many offenses and questions fluctuated and hovered by his mind he couldn't select neither of them to transform in words. Victor just waited anxiously Houston to finish with all this bullshi-f-t.
Seemingly unaccompanied, Tiberius reminded himself of how the Empress disgusted such activities and hobbies. Tiberius began to observe the trifling participation of women in the bleachers of The Almighty Colosseum; perhaps this sport was rather friendly concerning to a man's need of violence. Women were fairly more humane than men. This could be concluded as most of his daughters loathed the gory struggles while the senators and the boys felt pleasure and adoration to the brawls. What an interesting factor.
Tiberius was still alone, though. Being alone is definitively not the best condition of an important and patrician man as him, even if that signified his companion was one disgusting minion, scamp, or even a Pope. Instead, it was the adorably apple polish Aelius. The hypocrisy directed to Tiberius in order to please was overwhelming and the advisor was liable to grievance just to content the moods of the instable Emperor.
"You there." Tiberius summoned sharply the same servant that had his grapes tossed on the floor. His despair became even more terrifyingly alive after the call of his dread Lord. "Yes, sire?" He couldn't help but to endeavor to maintain his legs still, without trembling. In vain. "Sweet Jupiter, I'm not killing you." The man pretended to be grateful, nonetheless, he could easily kiss Tiberius' feet for his compassion. "Just go there and call Aelius. You know him. Go, now."
"Yes, His Imperial Majesty. As you please," and he dashed off among the VIP baignoire of the Coliseum.
"Houston?" Victor mumbled towards the recently arrived man. "What the heck is that thing inside there?" He yelled, explaining about two outlandish orbs that resembled two a night-vision goggle stained in reddish tones. Victor also commented on how apparently a figure rapidly dissolved into the darkness and these ghastly being began to freak him out. Whether or not that was a member of his association, it seemed fairly to hostile to at least attempt the slightest socialization.
"It's not my fault, I swear," Victor continued, in case Houston assumed he had astounded that person as an invader. "I probably didn't enter in the most hearty form, I've knocked on the door and asked that same silhouette if him, her, whatever that f*ck was, about being that X person on the note." To gain more credibility, Victor clammed a creased ticket with the address of the depot and handed to Houston. "See, there's a X person here. I believe it's him, but I don't want to try out if it isn't."
Victor yearned. "What are you going to do about it?"
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Dombo, if you heard the knocking on the door, you OBLIGATORILY should have heard me asking if your name was X. It's impossible that you hear hollow sounds yet you can't hear the sound of a voice, at all.
VEC, came over to say that I won't be on sunday, saturday and sunday cos I've got to study for a badass test. So yeah, that's it.))
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((Tiberius called Aelius, but, apparently, he didn't go to him.))
Cato
Between the several battles that took place in today's match, the most exhaustively discussed was of a young gladiator gal that had her victory discarded by the Emperor. This, among the several other stupidities performed by Tiberius, skirted Cato fervently in the edge of frustrating impatience. Although of being considered apathetic by most other gladiators, Cato couldn't help himself to feel less empathy with the victorious damsel. It was eerily difficult for a woman to defeat a man on terms of abilities, most because of the fear aroused by facing such bears, and she had performed it majestically. Naturally, Cato would congratulate her revolutionary deed.
The man noticed her heading towards one of the several bath basins. Cumbrous was her heading towards the one most agglomerated with lads. Why not rather head towards the thermal basins reserved for the day's winners? This sounded more private than washing her body amongst a bunch of impure guys, observing surreptitiously every detail possibly attained.
"Hey there," Cato began, snapping his fingers. "That was a pretty nice battle you did back there."
Actually, he haven't noticed that he was standing besides her.
"Tell me, what's your name?" He questioned innocently, mostly like arranging a friendship in the lands of knavery.
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((Oh yeah, btw, I think that's a good opportunity to Cato speak up with Alexis, right?))
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Swans is currently fighting against a pyromancer goblin.
Thank aye!))
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"The sumb*tch inside the building is that X person? What the hell is wrong with that assmind?" Victor protested with an overloaded voice of rabies. How would possibly that person run wild the applicants to get inside that team? Wasn't this a ridiculous and imbelice thing to do? So many offenses and questions fluctuated and hovered by his mind he couldn't select neither of them to transform in words. Victor just waited anxiously Houston to finish with all this bullshi-f-t.
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Seemingly unaccompanied, Tiberius reminded himself of how the Empress disgusted such activities and hobbies. Tiberius began to observe the trifling participation of women in the bleachers of The Almighty Colosseum; perhaps this sport was rather friendly concerning to a man's need of violence. Women were fairly more humane than men. This could be concluded as most of his daughters loathed the gory struggles while the senators and the boys felt pleasure and adoration to the brawls. What an interesting factor.
Tiberius was still alone, though. Being alone is definitively not the best condition of an important and patrician man as him, even if that signified his companion was one disgusting minion, scamp, or even a Pope. Instead, it was the adorably apple polish Aelius. The hypocrisy directed to Tiberius in order to please was overwhelming and the advisor was liable to grievance just to content the moods of the instable Emperor.
"You there." Tiberius summoned sharply the same servant that had his grapes tossed on the floor. His despair became even more terrifyingly alive after the call of his dread Lord. "Yes, sire?" He couldn't help but to endeavor to maintain his legs still, without trembling. In vain. "Sweet Jupiter, I'm not killing you." The man pretended to be grateful, nonetheless, he could easily kiss Tiberius' feet for his compassion. "Just go there and call Aelius. You know him. Go, now."
"Yes, His Imperial Majesty. As you please," and he dashed off among the VIP baignoire of the Coliseum.
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"Houston?" Victor mumbled towards the recently arrived man. "What the heck is that thing inside there?" He yelled, explaining about two outlandish orbs that resembled two a night-vision goggle stained in reddish tones. Victor also commented on how apparently a figure rapidly dissolved into the darkness and these ghastly being began to freak him out. Whether or not that was a member of his association, it seemed fairly to hostile to at least attempt the slightest socialization.
"It's not my fault, I swear," Victor continued, in case Houston assumed he had astounded that person as an invader. "I probably didn't enter in the most hearty form, I've knocked on the door and asked that same silhouette if him, her, whatever that f*ck was, about being that X person on the note." To gain more credibility, Victor clammed a creased ticket with the address of the depot and handed to Houston. "See, there's a X person here. I believe it's him, but I don't want to try out if it isn't."
Victor yearned. "What are you going to do about it?"