Call It A Hunch(Tagged)
POSTED ON Sept 14, 2013 15:35:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 15:35:40 GMT -8
Julius had plenty of dreams, so many that he often had to look them up just to remember what they were about. He was usually only tired when a meaningful dream was on it's way. Tonight, at the early time of 7:30pm, he fell onto his bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He didn't simply lay down and fall asleep after a moment, he was asleep the moment his head hit the mattress. And he was standing beside the Panama Canal, looking out at the water. He felt meaning in the dream, purpose. And he could see figures, three, to be exact, moving in on him, faceless specters. He didn't feel fear, however, he approached them, reaching out slowly, and then his eyes opened. His gaze went straight to his watch, two minutes? He blinked tiredly, "Panama...", he said to himself. 'Sure, why not?', he thought, rising from his spot, shoving his feet into his boots.
If they were prophets of other Pantheons, he wouldn't miss meeting them. He stood, walking over to his dresser, pulling his jacket off, he tossed it aside, followed by his shirt. He slipped on the light purple Camp Jupiter shirt, and then strapped his dagger, Imperial Gold, to his left hip for easy access, then retrieved his jacket at the last second, and put it back on. The last equipment he grabbed was a lone cigarette and steel lighter. He rarely ever smoked unless under extreme duress, in this case, it was from the nervousness of representing his people poorly. He swallowed lightly, shoving both items into his pockets, and finally, he grabbed four denarii for each of the others. As this all his preparation came to a neat completion, he closed his eyes, 'Panama Canal...', he felt himself being sucked into a vortex, a vortex he opened himself, stepping forward, he was travelling instantaneously. He felt like he was travelling through ice, freezing as it was, pitch black, and moving so fast that he swore his face would come off. Then, all at once, he fell onto the grassy bank of the Canal, rising to his feet, he stumbled backward, shaking off the feeling that was equivalent to being drunk.
He brushed his hair back, sighing softly before dropping onto his back, "Man oh man, that never gets old...", he said, not much of a thrill-seeker, but he loved shadow travel, all at once so different from any ordinary day.
He smiled lightly, the only question now was: When are these others going to show up? Would they be seeking him out? Would their gathering be a coincidence? He felt eyes upon him, a man standing to his right must've seen the kid drop out of no where. He waved, the man waved back, and slowly edged away before turning his back on Julius and practically sprinting away. Looks like the mortals hold the same opinion of him as the Romans do, glorious.
He rose to his feet again, the sun was no where to be seen, but it was still uncomfortably humid, he'd be sweating soon. Walking over to look down into the water, "Polluted...", he muttered to himself. Why was it that water, Neptune's realm, was so mistreated? He felt a slight pang of sadness, kneeling down, he bowed his head, saying a short prayer of thanks to the Sea God. He did this frequently, the filth of humans was destroying the world, and he felt quite in tune with the Earth's suffering. He wished he had brought something to offer, but his time had been short. A midnight meeting of the Prophets was certainly big news, wasn't it?
Put that aside, and the significance of him meeting Rachel Dare was huge, as well. Finally have someone to talk to about the looming doom, not to mention the whispers of Egyptians. He turned around, settling with his back against the guard rail. He began whistling 'Renegades' by Feeder as he sat there, if this was to be the first official meeting of the Prophets, he thought the tune was befitting of his time waiting.
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@nora
@riley
Samuel Connors
@rachel
If they were prophets of other Pantheons, he wouldn't miss meeting them. He stood, walking over to his dresser, pulling his jacket off, he tossed it aside, followed by his shirt. He slipped on the light purple Camp Jupiter shirt, and then strapped his dagger, Imperial Gold, to his left hip for easy access, then retrieved his jacket at the last second, and put it back on. The last equipment he grabbed was a lone cigarette and steel lighter. He rarely ever smoked unless under extreme duress, in this case, it was from the nervousness of representing his people poorly. He swallowed lightly, shoving both items into his pockets, and finally, he grabbed four denarii for each of the others. As this all his preparation came to a neat completion, he closed his eyes, 'Panama Canal...', he felt himself being sucked into a vortex, a vortex he opened himself, stepping forward, he was travelling instantaneously. He felt like he was travelling through ice, freezing as it was, pitch black, and moving so fast that he swore his face would come off. Then, all at once, he fell onto the grassy bank of the Canal, rising to his feet, he stumbled backward, shaking off the feeling that was equivalent to being drunk.
He brushed his hair back, sighing softly before dropping onto his back, "Man oh man, that never gets old...", he said, not much of a thrill-seeker, but he loved shadow travel, all at once so different from any ordinary day.
He smiled lightly, the only question now was: When are these others going to show up? Would they be seeking him out? Would their gathering be a coincidence? He felt eyes upon him, a man standing to his right must've seen the kid drop out of no where. He waved, the man waved back, and slowly edged away before turning his back on Julius and practically sprinting away. Looks like the mortals hold the same opinion of him as the Romans do, glorious.
He rose to his feet again, the sun was no where to be seen, but it was still uncomfortably humid, he'd be sweating soon. Walking over to look down into the water, "Polluted...", he muttered to himself. Why was it that water, Neptune's realm, was so mistreated? He felt a slight pang of sadness, kneeling down, he bowed his head, saying a short prayer of thanks to the Sea God. He did this frequently, the filth of humans was destroying the world, and he felt quite in tune with the Earth's suffering. He wished he had brought something to offer, but his time had been short. A midnight meeting of the Prophets was certainly big news, wasn't it?
Put that aside, and the significance of him meeting Rachel Dare was huge, as well. Finally have someone to talk to about the looming doom, not to mention the whispers of Egyptians. He turned around, settling with his back against the guard rail. He began whistling 'Renegades' by Feeder as he sat there, if this was to be the first official meeting of the Prophets, he thought the tune was befitting of his time waiting.
Tags:
@nora
@riley
Samuel Connors
@rachel