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09 September 2007 @ 08:47 am
 Date: Spring 51 BC
Characters: Calidus, Elondriel
Summary: The Final Day of the Grand Progress in Rome. As everyone begins to take down the encampment, Calidus sneaks back into the city.
Warnings: none
Status: In Progress
Open to Cornelius' house

It was early morning when Captain Antaeus Livia Calidus left the area of the encampment in which the majority of the Progress was housed. Helios hadn't even put his flaming crown on yet, and Selene was only barely finishing her race across the sky. It was comletely and utterly dark, save for his torch and the odd lamp carried by city guards.

He could see from far off that the men eye him suspiciously, and would have most likely came to see what he was doing, but would return to their own business after catching his battle armor, and the gold trim on his red cloak, the sign of an officer.

Soon, he found himself in the place where he saw Elondriel try to escape. He sighed, and after making sure no one was around, he started waving his torch back and forth, just to make sure he could get the other's attention.
kultas_second on September 9th, 2007 04:12 pm (UTC)
He gathered his robe about him, wishing he had more sufficient clothing for this particular venture. It was his understanding that Antaeus would supply him with a disguise once he reached the Progress, but it was the up until then that made him the most anxious. And what if Nerida was right? What if he couldn't trust this man; this soldier. Romans had indeed proven to Elondriel that they held an entirely separate moral code.. and yet he knew Antaeus was true, that he would keep his word. And so, by the dead of night, he snuck to the outskirts of Cornelius' property where he would no longer be his master, but merely a wealthy man he would have no reason to know. The thought made him oddly somber, and he brushed it aside, stepping closer to Antaeus' light so that the man might spot him.
romananteus on September 9th, 2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
He smiled as the man entered the light, his spirits lifting a hundredfold. He moved to embrace the man, but decided against it. Instead, he laid his hand on the other's shoulder comfortingly. As quick as possible, he pulled out a plain gray slave outfit and handed it to him. The only difference between what he wore now, and what the man was giving him, was that the trim was blood red, the color of Rome's military.

"Hurry up," he said lowly. "We need to get back to the encampment before dawn. I have papers ready for you, but remember: Try as much as possible to hide yourself from my men. Make contact only with myself, or the Oracle you saw me with the other day."
kultas_second on September 9th, 2007 04:48 pm (UTC)
He nodded curtly, swiftly swapping his dress for the other. He saw the hesitation and was selfishly glad the man had decided to keep his hands to himself.

"Let us go then," he said, not wanting to think of what he was leaving behind--mostly Nerida though there were still his confusing feelings regarding Cornelius himself.. He was done. With Rome, with being a slave. It was time to go home.
romananteus on October 3rd, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
Calidus nodded and moved the torch, motioning for the man to follow him. This all seemed....too easy.