Good Old Days (open)

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Ah, the Senate House. His old haunt. Well, now literally his ‘haunt’, seeing as he was dead. He used to be here all the time when he was praetor. Heading trials, sentencing villains. But now this place was going to the dogs, and not the good type like Lupa. Seeing as there were traitors to demigod-kind walking free in New Rome. Evelyn McCloud, Avetis Washington, that Liam boy. At least they had that one locked up. Bunch of crazies were about as sane as a bag of cats with rabies. Some would say he was one to talk, but compared to this wackos he was perfectly sane. They deserved death, and instead they got citizenship. It was insane!

He pushed open the doors of the Senate House, seeing as they were lax on security too apparently, and walked in. Not much had changed. Leave that up to the Romans to not change in so long. He crossed the room and climbed the steps into the praetors’ stand. How many times had he stood up here? Too many to count. He rested his hands on the stand in front of his old of the two chairs and looked out over the hall. This was his place. It belonged to him, it was his legacy. They were spoiling it. These watered down fools. They were ruining this place. It was less Roman now than ever. It was such a shame to see. He looked down to his hands on the stand, where he’d seen them so often, albeit so long ago. Now his fingers were caked in ice, a forever reminder of his – no, his cohort’s downfall. They let him down. They could have been victorious, but no. They were cowards. They didn’t fight hard enough. They need not have perished, nor lose all that Imperial Gold. It was their fault!

He took a deep and unnecessary breath and looked back out to the hall. He needed to calm down. So he took a seat in the cushy chair that used to be his and closed his eyes, remembering the last time he was here. Announcing his grand venture into the arctic and naming those who would follow him into the frozen monster-infested wasteland. They had cheered for him then. Or, most had. Of course he had had questioners, all of whom now, er then, thought they had won the day when he died. Show them.

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Tag: open!
Notes: I just can’t resist making a new thread for him…

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Tag: Michael O’Connell

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Notes: Sorry short!! *hugs* Nick begged me to let him post! XD

going down the roads and vias wasn't something that Nick would have done much while he was alive, in fact the only real places he went continuously were the Fields of Mars, the Obstacle curse and of course the forum! He was after all a very weid combination of Venus and Mars, legacy of both even when Mars had been the one who claimed him, only after he showed up his real bravery defending his dying mother from a monster, he had been only a kid still he fought and kept the thing away from her enough time to... well to wait till his father got home.

But that had happened years ago, now Nick was not only a soldier in the legion as his father before him, but also a Lar who was going to protect the legion forever. As he went down the road that led to the senate, he saw some poeple there, legionaries too, people that were enjoying the day. Some children running around. A child who was also a Lar and his dog. one day he was going to ask the kid what he did ad his dog to be Lares. In his case, he was part of the legion, betrayed it and then died saving the legion and the life of the praetor, his brother. His last clothes in life, which he would have to wear for eternity, testified how he died, in battle.

As he walked he saw someone going into the senate. Usually when the senate gathered Lares were invited too, some of them at least. And Nick hadn't been told of a reunion that day, so he went to the senate to check what was going on. "Is there a reunion that I wasn't told about? or you just walked in on your own?" He asked as he saw the other Lar... he was a Lar, right?

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Home. That was what some might call this place, this very seat he was sitting in. Michael? No. He called it, simply, power. This was his place of ruling. Or, rather, the only one that he could still go into. The Principia was out of bounds for him. They knew him there. Perhaps when he groomed that Mattie girl into stealing it from her brother, Michael too would gain access as an honored guest. Neigh, advisor! Not good enough! The first mani-… lar to be crowned praetor after death. It would be glorious. He again in the Principia along with his little servant girl. She was so easy to manipulate. Big dreams of power, that one. She had potential, sure, but a fuzzy potential. She needed to be more ruthless. She needed to want that title. Call it bloodlust, call it power hungry, call it whatever you will. It had gotten him to office. The law is not a guideline to anyone. Act accordingly. Punish as the ancients would. Vigorous and to the full extent. Traitors like those roaming around this place. They should be banished in the least, if not killed. Perhaps he would advise turning them over to Lupa to be a meal for her pack. Let their death cries be a lesson to all. Evelyn. Avetis. Audrey. Liam. Felicity. Rhiannon. Edmund.

Nicholas.

Speak of the devil. Er, the Lar. Suppose it was too late to brutally murder this one. He did it to himself. Ah, which brought the hint of a smirk to Michael’s face. Victory. Though he would prefer the young man be stuck in Tartarus, where they’d mistakenly put Michael. He stood from his seat and held his arms out in a greeting as he used to when he was alive here, smirk gone from his face. “You must be Mr. Robinson! Do come in. That I know of, there is nothing scheduled in here today, so I thought I’d see how much things have changed. It would appear hardly at all. Structurally.” He added that last bit for his own benefit. Yes, this building would always and forever look the same. But the work that was done in it was vastly different. Handing out citizenship cards like candy on Halloween. Fools. But he kept up his smile.

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Tag: Nicholas Robinson
Notes: Sorry for the wait!