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Post by Sarpedon Illicon on Sat May 30, 2015 8:38 pm

It wasn't a coup he was planning, not exactly. It was more... a way to give power back to Populus, maybe even reinstate the Senate. Right now, even the "Rome" wasn't quite right, so the SPQR burned onto his arm sometimes felt hollow.

Senatus Populusque Romanus. SPQR.
Those letters were burned into his flesh and heart permanently.

Senatus: The political body that came into being when Rome was first founded by Romulus, son of Mars. It survived the fall of the monarchy, the rise and fall of the Republic, and survived the many families of Emperors.

Populusque: The people of Rome, descended from those who survived the fall of Troy, the women of Sabine, those who accepted Asylum, and all those from the nations that became part of Rome's expanding empire.

Romanus: Rome. More than just a city or a nation, it was- is- an ideal.

If he was to bring the meaning of those words back, he was going to need help, and help could come in many forms. Right now he was looking for the friendship of Cohorts. Sure, he got along great with his own, but he kept himself so busy that he rarely had time for anyone outside his squad who weren't called Ronnie. A lone legionnaire could raise his voice, but nothing would change. It is only when the crowd listens, that his words hold power. How did Cicero put it? Something like "I cannot speak should my crowd depart." People would listen to a friend, they'd hear out his concerns. It was time to make some friends. It was time for change.

The sun was setting over west coast of Long Island, sending an orange glow to light up Camp Jupiter. A sleeveless shirt hung from his body lightly, fluttering in the gentle summer breeze. Dinner had come and gone, and Saar had set up a table with a few folding chairs in the pavilion onto which the four barracks emptied onto, a deck of cards blurring as they passed from hand to hand. The blonde demigod had spent a lot of idle time on buses, and you learnt how to wield a deck well quickly during the voyages or you found something else to do. He had a jug of fresh mango juice, courtesy of the mess hall, and a couple of cups laid out as well. The cards shot from his hands, flying into piles and smaller decks before being swept up again and shuffled. His hands were in constant motion, but his mind was elsewhere, whistling a tune he'd picked up years ago.
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Post by Adrienné Belmonte on Sat May 30, 2015 9:38 pm

Adrienné wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead, a small sigh releasing from her parted lips. This past week, she had started an exceptionally rigorous training regimens. Or perhaps that was just usual, and she was merely out of practice, being gone for so long. Many things changed in the short timespan of four years. As much as her calves ached and her throat parched, the short brunette couldn’t help but feel at ease. It was here, Camp Jupiter, that she had found her true home all these years ago. Adri may have been a New Yorker at heart, but she was a Roman Legionnaire by blood, and that was nothing that she could ever be stripped off, no matter what tragedy befell her. Rubbing her forehead dry with a towel, Adrienné slid on a crimson red jacket above her white tank top, before heading out of the building of the second cohort, curly ponytail bouncing behind her head. If one took a glance to the skies, they would notice the sunset, casting a orange glow over the campgrounds. A sigh left the demigod’s lips, oh the memories she had here. It may not have been the old site, but it was still Camp.

The smell of food from the Mess Hall wafted towards Adrienné’s nostrils, a dull pain aching in her stomach. Adrienné groaned, how could she be hungry already? She had snagged a snack just two hours ago, a stash of ramen noodles she had rummaged from the bottom of the backpack she had brought from Francis’ apartment back in New York City. She had heated it with the warm tap in the bathrooms, cutting out of some of her shower time, but that didn’t faze her much, because they were ramen noodles. Pasta was always the most important meal of the day, or was that breakfast? Or was every meal of equal importance because food was delicious either way? It didn’t matter much, but Adrienné had decided on taking a pass on a full dinner, instead finding herself lightly snacking on a small wedge of cheese and an apple, enough to satisfy her hunger.

Adrienné had meant to return to the barracks earlier, but she had noticed that at this time, most people were out and wandering, either socializing with their other friends, or doing something by their lonesome. Adrienné sighed, it was unfortunate. She hadn’t had much time to settle in and meet any of the others in her cohort, and she didn’t have many friends otherwise, at least not yet. The curly haired girl wandered around the barracks for a moment, her golden-flecked gaze travelling wherever she saw fit, until noticing a very tall man, his hair fair and buzzed short, sitting by his lonesome. He was whistling something, what it was? Adrienné had next to no idea. IN his hands were a deck of cards, shuffled rapidly by his quick hands. Despite his bulky appearance, Adrienné had no fear of approaching him, it didn’t bother her at all. In fact, he seemed just a tad lonely, like something else was on his mind.

“Ciao!”, Adrienné greeted, a small smile on her face, as she slightly waved her hand. Adrienné could only guess that if they stood back to back, he’d be at least a whole foot taller than her short stature. The brunette wasn’t exactly too gifted in the height department. The brunette sat in one of the folding chairs without hesitation, or even a glance to see if her presence was even wanted. “You playing something?”, Adrienné inquired, looking over at the cards with interest. “Sorry if I’m like, interrupting your game of solitaire or something”, the Roman chuckled, brushing a wispy piece of curly hair from her rounded face.
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Post by Sarpedon Illicon on Sun May 31, 2015 11:13 am

((Tune starts at 51:10))

Where'd that tune come from? It had been years now, he'd picked it up somewhere and it had just stuck. Funny how that worked; some things imprinted themselves deep into one's psyche to emerge years down the line with a flourish, while other things had to be hammered into one's skull with all the brute force and subtly of an ogre. Saar couldn't even remember the last time he'd even thought about the tune, and yet there it was at the ready. It had snuck back into his mind during his dinner of arancini and mixed vegetables, demanding to be sung. Eating wasn't quite the opportune time to whistle though, as one's mouth tended to be occupied with other tasks. It was kind of a staple of eating, which was why he never fully understood why people getting to know each other would head out for food or drinks. If they ended up chatting, their food would get cold - or warm depending on what it was- and if they ate, then they weren't really getting to know each other. Perhaps that was just him with his reserved speech pattern though.

Looking up, Saar caught sight of a legionnaire approaching. She definitively had some Mediterranean blood, Italian, Greek? The blonde demigod had only spent a short time in the area, but he'd learned to recognise locals on sight. Maybe one of her parents were Spanish or French. Algerian? Genealogies had interested him for a fair chunk of his childhood; he'd spent many an hour tracing the migration of tribes in antiquity. It was funny how they all came together in the large mixing pot of Europe, where each region had been invaded so often that everything should have blended together, not including Scandenavia since nobody actually wanted to invade until medieval times. Taking a sip from his glass, the blonde demigod took a moment to examine the red jacketed Roman. She carried herself like she knew how to handle her own business, something the blue eyed demigod respected. Saar's voice was deep and slow as he took the time to carefully pick each and every word. Ciao. Not yet. Seeing who is around. A small smile touched his lips, Cohorts are good, but it is better to spend time with the other legionnaires as well. We are all one team after all. His instincts to remain as formal and detached as possible were protesting, picketing the part of his brain that was in charge of dialogue, but his educated half leapt up, shouting If they could hold symposiums in antiquity, then relaxing one's vocabulary for a while is acceptable!

Flipping the cards and shuffling the deck one handed, he offered a glass of juice to the newcomer. You are more than welcome to join me. Sarpedon Illicon of the First. Quite the mouthful, hm? My friends call me Saar. Despite how much he was messing with the deck, he didn't actually have a specific game in mind. There was always something important he forgot when it came to plans, and in this case it was the actual game itself. Dang.
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Post by Adrienné Belmonte on Sun May 31, 2015 12:43 pm

This man seemed to be nice enough, or at least good at holding back how he really felt. THat was pretty admirable, considering Adrienné had a tad bit of a hard time with knowing when her mouth needed to be shut. She could ramble on for hours if she so pleased, but usually someone would interject before it ever got too bad. The worst tended to be at dinnertime, when she could whip up an entire conversation storm over the plate of pasta in front of her, and if there wasn’t pasta in sight that was another topic for Adrienné to ramble on about. Adrienné nodded, “Of course. I don’t really know anyone in my cohort yet, I’ve only been back here for a week”, she replied.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet ya’, Saar”, Adrienné said with a small smile. “The name’s Adrienné Belmonte, from Second.” His dialogue was certainly much more sophisticated than Adrienné, and slower-paced. That might have just been because she was a fast and excitable talker, and there was more than enough energy coming out just from when she opened her mouth to speak. Feeding sugar to Adrienné was not advised.

“Merci! Thank you”, the curly-haired Roman said, gladly taking the glass of juice. “I’m up for playing, got any ideas?”, she pondered. She wasn’t sure he would be the type of guy to enjoy the old 52 pickup trick, though it never ceased to amuse Adrienné, even if she did get socked in the face a few times afterwards. The bruise was most definitely worth the look on their faces. Though with this guy, she wasn’t quite sure if he was playful enough to get a joke without raising her mortality rate. “You wanna play Go Fish?”, she asked, her wide eyes glimmering with excitement. As childish as it was, Go Fish was her favorite card game. Or maybe it was just the only one she could remember how to play. She had never gambled, not often did she have money to gamble away, especially when she lived with her Mom. Well, she would have been twelve at the latest then, but it wasn’t like Francis was swimming in green pools of cash either, and she wouldn’t have spent his hard-earned cash over a mere game of chance. Besides, those guys never had anything much interesting to talk about, they were real slim shady, and booooring!
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Post by Sarpedon Illicon on Sun May 31, 2015 9:06 pm

Saar's hands were practically a blur as they sped cards across the table, splitting the deck into four piles. They were working on autopilot, separating the cards via suit, and the blonde demigod wasn't even looking down. It was an old trick he'd picked up from his coach. He'd spent hours bored in a hotel in Cairo just practicing the trick over and over again, working it into his muscle memory to the point where he was literally doing it without thinking. Maintaining eye contact with the newcomer, Saar nodded in understanding, slightly relieved that he had an excuse for not recognising her. After all, it was one's duty to know the names of those you'd fight beside. Someone had to remember the sweat, the tears, the blood that every true legionnaire poured into their work, and who better than the group of individuals with whom they spent the most time - each other. The legion had to be able to work together as one cohesive unit on command, and learning each others' names was the first step; it was the first paving stone to creating the bonds of loyalty that transcended anything an enemy could hurl at the legion. In that case, welcome. Positive first impression?

To a casual observer, Adrienné must have seemed like a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm in the face of Saar's reserved posture. The blonde demigod sat, back ramrod straight, completely stationary with all but his hands. I assure you, the pleasure is mine Adrienné. Dexterous fingers danced over his cards as the piles of suits grew in size. While there was a lot to be said about one's confidence in themselves when it came to speaking, Saar felt maintaining one's calm pace was the way to go; it was more elegant and could carry with it an aura of dignity. It was possible to show enthusiasm or eagerness without blurting it all out. Saar wouldn't say people should change the way they spoke because of those feelings; on the contrary, speech patterns were part of one's identity and hiding one's true colours was self denial and required some self-reflection. It wasn't his cup of tea, but he wasn't going to hold it against anyone. As quickly as the cards had been split, they'd been scooped and and reshuffled again in an effort to distance the suits from each other.

Ah French. Well, French speaking at least. Not many people would revert during a primarily English conversation to a language they don't speak either. Je t'en prie madame Adrienné. The name was probably also a giveaway he should have picked up on. Ah well, can't win 'em all.

He sat silent for a moment, pondering on the matter. Perhaps putting a bit more thought into this should have been a prerequisite. Saar's mind had been elsewhere though, Cicero's departure had struck close to home. The pair had been tight; he'd considered him a brother. Together they set the a high standard for all legionnaires to strive to beat. Was it the fault of the Greek girl, Arista, to pull him from the life of the legionnaire, or had he simply failed his brother in arms? The loss of one cohort member was the fault of the cohort as a whole, and Saar couldn't help but feel there was something more he could have done. Either way, the mental argument raged on daily, taking up the vast majority of his mental capacity. Adrienné's idea for a game caught the blonde demigod completely off guard. Blinking in surprise, Saar paused in his shuffling. Go Fish? I wasn't aware it was playable with only two? I was thinking perhaps ratscrew? I am pretty open though; what would you like? Saar was now juggling three cards, spinning them through the air casually, briefly pausing and resetting every five catches.

Multiple twenty hour bus rides did that to you.
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