Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 23:00:09 GMT -5
It was a beautiful Autumn day. Janus loved Autumn. It was a transition season. Just like him! He donned his dark suit and stepped into thin air, leaving Manhattan behind in favor of tormenting the Romans for a bit.
The air shimmered in a door-sized rectangle in the Colosseum and Janus, one-faced this time, came walking out, but the Mist did its job and none of the people training there saw him at all. Still cloaked in the Mist, he walked along the edges of the Colosseum towards the exit, watching each person in turn as he flipped his key between his fingers, thinking.
Flip.
One young man made a rash decision that opened up his flank to his opponent.
Flip
A girl far too young to need to learn fighting spotted the perfect opening in her own opponent and got the upper hand, despite her opponent being a foot taller than her.
Flip.
Janus walked through the shadow of the enormous stone arch that marked the entrance and exit of the Colosseum and the Mist filtered away so that he seemed nothing more than a well-dressed man walking out from the grand monument to Roman engineering. He pocketed his key.
He liked the Romans. They were the ones who chiefly believed in him, after all. The Greeks, though he did visit them plenty, didn’t look up to him as they should. The Romans were much better. But he wasn’t looking to be worshipped today, not even sacrificed a bag of peanut butter M&Ms. Unless they were the special 75th anniversary ones, then he would gladly accept.
However, today was going as a regular man, not wanting to be recognized. So he slipped his hands into his suit jacket’s pockets and looked around as he walked, his polished shoes making barely any noise with each step. His wild grey hair and sharp features stood out in a city full of youthful people. It wasn’t that there weren’t elderly here too. Just the area around the Colosseum tended to be less attractive to them. They more seemed to like the Circus Maximus. Then again, he was infinitely older than them and he too liked a good chariot race. Perhaps that was it.
TAG: @ OPEN
WORDS: 371
NOTES: