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imperial_stage2012-05-30 10:49 pm
fortheworldtosee) wrote in imperial_stage2012-05-30 10:49 pm
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Who: Nero, Aspyrtus/Argon Coin, a bunch of assassins, and Taryn and some other Luna's Call members. We got a party goin' on!
What: The flight of an Emperor.
Where: Rome; starts in the Domus Aurea, then eventually heads to the streets and then the outskirts of Palatine
Warnings: I anticipate the violent deaths of some assassins!
To say things have been chaotic in Rome these past two weeks would have been a hilarious understatement. The riots, if anything, had become even more frequent as news that the Praetorian Guard were slaying people in the streets spread quickly outside of Palatine. Punishing those officers who had been responsible had done little to appease to the masses, and her beloved Senate wasn't really helping matters either. Her ongoing search for Eluseus and Medea has bore no fruit either, which only served to pile more stress onto Nero's already considerably strained shoulders.
The stress built day by day until it reached a point where she just wasn't functioning properly anymore. Insomnia was the main problem, and the - most of the time - barely noticeable side-effects of the poison her mother had fed her numerous times had begun resurfacing. It as close to becoming too much for the Emperor, so in an attempt to find somewhere she could possibly rest and tend to her piercing migraine, she had found the quietest, least frequented room in the Domus Aurea.
Medea's room.
And it was there that she had been holed away for quite some time now, just trying to rest her weary mind and soul. It had worked, for a short amount of time, until the hammering in her head became to much to bear, and she was forced to open her eyes again--
"Hm?"
Something had caught her eye. A glint in the dim light of the room, off in a corner.
If Nero had been in her right mind, she would have ignored it. She would have yelled at herself for even THINKING of prying through Medea's things. But the stress, the lack of sleep, and the pounding in her head lowered her judgement quite a bit, so she approached the chest the shining thing was sticking out of, and opened the lid. She didn't take the thing out, but she did take hold of it, running a thumb over the material.
"... Golden wool?" She chuckled, probably the first happy sound she had made in at least a week. "My my, whyever did you feel the need to hide such a beautiful thing from me, my dear..."
What: The flight of an Emperor.
Where: Rome; starts in the Domus Aurea, then eventually heads to the streets and then the outskirts of Palatine
Warnings: I anticipate the violent deaths of some assassins!
To say things have been chaotic in Rome these past two weeks would have been a hilarious understatement. The riots, if anything, had become even more frequent as news that the Praetorian Guard were slaying people in the streets spread quickly outside of Palatine. Punishing those officers who had been responsible had done little to appease to the masses, and her beloved Senate wasn't really helping matters either. Her ongoing search for Eluseus and Medea has bore no fruit either, which only served to pile more stress onto Nero's already considerably strained shoulders.
The stress built day by day until it reached a point where she just wasn't functioning properly anymore. Insomnia was the main problem, and the - most of the time - barely noticeable side-effects of the poison her mother had fed her numerous times had begun resurfacing. It as close to becoming too much for the Emperor, so in an attempt to find somewhere she could possibly rest and tend to her piercing migraine, she had found the quietest, least frequented room in the Domus Aurea.
Medea's room.
And it was there that she had been holed away for quite some time now, just trying to rest her weary mind and soul. It had worked, for a short amount of time, until the hammering in her head became to much to bear, and she was forced to open her eyes again--
"Hm?"
Something had caught her eye. A glint in the dim light of the room, off in a corner.
If Nero had been in her right mind, she would have ignored it. She would have yelled at herself for even THINKING of prying through Medea's things. But the stress, the lack of sleep, and the pounding in her head lowered her judgement quite a bit, so she approached the chest the shining thing was sticking out of, and opened the lid. She didn't take the thing out, but she did take hold of it, running a thumb over the material.
"... Golden wool?" She chuckled, probably the first happy sound she had made in at least a week. "My my, whyever did you feel the need to hide such a beautiful thing from me, my dear..."
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Argon Coin is holding tightly onto the man's face. However, eventually, the fleece is pulled off the assassin's face and thrown to the side.
"...ow."
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All this happened within the span of a few seconds, so understandably, Nero was somewhat shocked. When the man didn't move again, she stepped over to him, turning him onto his back with a foot.
"... Well then." She said, laughing darkly. She nudged the dagger sticking out of the man's chest with the tip of her armored boot. "Your methods may be a bit unorthodox, but you certainly seem capable."
It's hard to tell whether she's joking or not.
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