Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 23:17:50 GMT -8
One of these days...
He couldn't stand being denied any longer, he was Augur, and he was going to lay his request down, plain and simple: He was going to the Greek Camp tomorrow, period. He needed to meet their Oracle, he needed to meet their leaders. And he couldn't take 'no' for an answer, lives could be at stake. Besides, Kyle was responsible, but reasonable, though their parentage might stand between them and a fair exchange. He hoped not, Pluto and Jupiter had worked together before, and their Fathers' grudges were not their's to bear. He was dressed in his usual casual outfit, black jeans, a light frey shirt(this time), and a black jacket. He looked as tired as he always did, however, less irritable than was common for him.
On top of that, he looked determined, his eyes set in stone, similar to the statues in the Temples. He marched straight for the Principia, he was allowed there, though he was neither a Centurion nor a Praetor, but an Augur, and a sane one at that. He pushed the doors in, his steps were strides, and he wasted not time in finding the office hewas searching for. The building was big, no doubt about that, but it had a certain aura that made a person in power feel right at home. A government house for the priviledged, and the powerful, a fair assessment. He shovered his hands into his pockets, stopping outside the Son of Jupiter's office. It wasn't exactly a run of the mill office, he had access to nature spirits in case he got hungry while he was working, Julius himself enjoyed a bit of wine from time to time, never enough to hinder his senses. He looked at the door, gather his wits.
When he knocked, he wasn't quite sure what to expect, he didn't actively seek out government or military officials. It basically meant that he had little interaction with such individuals, and that simply made his job harder. What if he already had enemies in high places? Was that possible? This question being directed at a Camp who toppled a Titan off his throne only a short time ago. Yes, it was possible, entirely so. He made a slight adjustment to his jacket, smoothing out wrinkles, 'It's not a date, July.', he reminded himself, 'First impressions count.', he countered, then sighed. 'I would like to request a meeting arrangement with the Greek Oracle, sir. I feel that meeting her is of dire importance to the prevention of unncessary bloodshed.', he recited this over and over in his head. 'Stay calm, you're his elder, aren't you? Your are the Augur. Your word is respected by even the highest up Romans. Breath...stay calm.'
Word Count: 461
Muse: Sims Music...
Notes: Hopefully my muse will be better when Ikm not fighting desktop mode on a mobile phone...
He couldn't stand being denied any longer, he was Augur, and he was going to lay his request down, plain and simple: He was going to the Greek Camp tomorrow, period. He needed to meet their Oracle, he needed to meet their leaders. And he couldn't take 'no' for an answer, lives could be at stake. Besides, Kyle was responsible, but reasonable, though their parentage might stand between them and a fair exchange. He hoped not, Pluto and Jupiter had worked together before, and their Fathers' grudges were not their's to bear. He was dressed in his usual casual outfit, black jeans, a light frey shirt(this time), and a black jacket. He looked as tired as he always did, however, less irritable than was common for him.
On top of that, he looked determined, his eyes set in stone, similar to the statues in the Temples. He marched straight for the Principia, he was allowed there, though he was neither a Centurion nor a Praetor, but an Augur, and a sane one at that. He pushed the doors in, his steps were strides, and he wasted not time in finding the office hewas searching for. The building was big, no doubt about that, but it had a certain aura that made a person in power feel right at home. A government house for the priviledged, and the powerful, a fair assessment. He shovered his hands into his pockets, stopping outside the Son of Jupiter's office. It wasn't exactly a run of the mill office, he had access to nature spirits in case he got hungry while he was working, Julius himself enjoyed a bit of wine from time to time, never enough to hinder his senses. He looked at the door, gather his wits.
When he knocked, he wasn't quite sure what to expect, he didn't actively seek out government or military officials. It basically meant that he had little interaction with such individuals, and that simply made his job harder. What if he already had enemies in high places? Was that possible? This question being directed at a Camp who toppled a Titan off his throne only a short time ago. Yes, it was possible, entirely so. He made a slight adjustment to his jacket, smoothing out wrinkles, 'It's not a date, July.', he reminded himself, 'First impressions count.', he countered, then sighed. 'I would like to request a meeting arrangement with the Greek Oracle, sir. I feel that meeting her is of dire importance to the prevention of unncessary bloodshed.', he recited this over and over in his head. 'Stay calm, you're his elder, aren't you? Your are the Augur. Your word is respected by even the highest up Romans. Breath...stay calm.'
Word Count: 461
Muse: Sims Music...
Notes: Hopefully my muse will be better when Ikm not fighting desktop mode on a mobile phone...