Draco rolled his neck, time for him to get a war going. Oh yes, this day seemed so much better than all these whispers from pathetic people seeking peace with the Greeks. He intended to use their Latin name, perhaps stir up some ancient anger, Graecus, their sworn enemies. Would Kyle allow them to stand about trading stories about their lives, or would he be the Roman who finally put an end to a long time enemy? Draco smiled lightly, buckling on his light armor, he typically didn't wear armor at all, but at least this little bit could prevent a dagger drawn in anger from passing straight through him. He continued on, attaching his gauntlets, and then his greaves. It wasn't that he didn't trust the others, they seemed to be ok, for the most part, but he wouldn't let his trust become stupidity, people are always plotting, in Rome, it just meant that you'd keep your friends close, and enemies closer.
To top off his clothing choice, he pulled a jacket over everything, looking quite good for having just thrown it all together. He checked his hair briefly, nodding at himself,
'Today's the day.', he thought to himself, turning on heel, stepping out of the barracks of the Second Cohort, heading for the Principia. He'd not taken much time to go inside the Principia often, it was a place where Romans would gather to complain to the Praetors, and he despised their incessant whining about this or that, even if it could possibly be an important issue, asking for an audience rather than just catching them off guard was not Draco's idea of politically sound. If someone wanted to get something down, you have to find out what scares them, and use it to your advantage. That was Draco's way, undermine a person's morals, their loyalty, force their fears down their throat, twist them, manipulate them, make them into what you want them to be, and then, once they are totally at your command, use them as you see fit.
Draco had done a lot of that to get where he was today, climbing the ranks of the Second Cohort, quietly deposing the previous leader before taking his rightful place as Centurion, all without bloodshed. As he strode across the courtyard, looking up at the Principia, he noted how large the building was, so grand, as if they worshipped politics within. He chuckled lightly at the prospect, then pushed open the doors to the building, stepping inside to join the others. He didn't
actually join them, however, standing outside quietly. He allowed each person to make their statements, and questions. Kyle clearly didn't want to have any part of the Graecus, good. Branwen seemed to think little of the Greeks, as well, this wouldn't be hard unless aside from starting a war between the Romans and Norse if diplomacy was successful. Last to speak was Hunter, he honestly didn't know how a person who didn't enjoy training had become Centurion, the way the Son of Mars dismissed Branwen's lack of drive for the task was pleasing. At the very least Draco, Son of Bellona, had something in common with the Child of Mars. Revealing his position, and stepping into the room, Draco scanned the group, however faint, or overpowering, his gaze would deliver a faint discomfort, similar to how one felt when they were alone in a pitch black room.
He smiled lightly, "Sorry I'm late.", he said to the assembled group. He slipped around, taking a seat with a sly grin on his face, "The elephant in the room, as you so eloquently put it, Kyle, is
not the Norse. You know that, so why are you wasting time talking about them?" He leaned forward, "The Graecus are my concern, the past is a good indicator that they will be our enemies again. Not once have we managed to coexist peacefully, even our parents fight one another.", he said pointedly. "I personally dislike the idea of signing up to ride to another group's defense, or having them ride in to save us, but I doubt any of us will survive if we all go at each other without some semblance of control." He glanced around, "If the Greeks are as weak as you suggested, Hunter, then our best recourse is to send our troops in large numbers to Camp Half-Blood. I'm sure our Augur could locate them for us, if he hasn't already, and then we could crush our age old rivals once and for all, asserting to everyone that the Romans have always been superior to the Greeks.", he made it sound so noble, so grand, so monumental, and he believed every word he was saying.
"Then again, we could always sit here, twiddle out thumbs, and give the Greeks the necessary time to make war preparations, arm their warriors, and perhaps even turn some creatures against us, I know that Chiron trains the Greeks, anyone who cares to pick up a history book knows that, so what if they gain the Centaurs? The Cyclopes'? If we wipe them out now, they won't have the chance to turn half the creatures we kill on a daily basis against us. A force that large would halt our forces, and possibly drive our armies back all the way to Camp Jupiter. To tarry is to give them the time to strike first." Draco paused thoughtfully, "The Norse
could be a useful tool if we didn't want to squander our resources.", he added, suddenly perking up. "If we convince those savages to lead the charge, and keep an eye on them, we could move our forces in to support them once both sides are weak, and finish off both Pantheons in one decisive battle." He had a wicked gleam in his eyes now, though it receded after a few moments, and he sat back, "If the Norse could be convinced to attack the Greeks, we could backtrack their trail all the way to their camp or village, finish the job there once we were done with the Greeks and the bulk of the Norse forces. Then we'd have nothing to worry about from the Norse or Greek Pantheons as no one would be left to oppose us."
Note: Enter Draco...stage badass.
