Post by usagi2 on Jan 20, 2011 12:10:56 GMT -5
| [bg=333333][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2hzjmrl.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #efefef;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] This place is always such a mess  SOMETIMES I THINK I'D LIKE TO WATCH IT BURN Gossip. It’s what made Rome, …well Rome. Today’s choice of topic: The assassination of his Excellency Julius Caesar. Greatly upsetting and possibly his least favorite subject of focus, it was right up there next to his love life. His very nonexistent love life. Do not misunderstand his sentiments; Seliane Verga was in no way ashamed that he wasn’t out cavorting in the brothels as many of the unwed men opted to frequent. The concept of being wined and fawned over, extorted of an aureus or two (depending on where you went) in exchange for a night in the bed of loose women, was not an experience he condoned. And while he would not stop or think less of the men who kept those of such institutions at the peak of business he certainly did not have to engage in like activity. Besides, he was Legatus, commander of Rome’s imperial army, (not that it was much of an excuse) when the hell did he have the time to chase the frills of some girl’s skirt? Now? Maybe in an hour’s time? It wasn’t as though he was actually on duty at this very moment, not with him floating about the marketplace debating on what he could buy to stock his kitchen. And even if he hadn’t been on a purely domestic outing he wouldn’t. However, back to the much loathed issue of the Rome’s microcosm. Caesar was dead. It had been an all too abrupt conclusion that when the first frenetic reports had been relayed to him he’d come dangerously close to returning to his bed at the absurdity. Even at this time it felt much too surreal to be the reality of Rome’s disposition. What was to be done about it was a given, the culprits could not be allowed to go unpunished, such was the state of their affairs and one of the driving concerns for the senatorial attendants apparently. There was talk of some within the senate having been those to accost Julius, an idea not so farfetched from the few instances he’d attended the legislature. Caesar was not a man without enemies and Seliane wouldn’t put it past some to grow so hasty as to assassinate the Dux for bidding to consolidate his power base above those of the senate – which had been exactly the case. And now he was indirectly partaking in the cleanup. This had put him in the wintery sunlit marketplace today, not simply for the sake of tonight’s meal but information gathering. As blasé as he could be Seliane moved listlessly from stall to stand, examining the wares while being mindful of the rampant tête-à-tête and hearsay. Having been at it since the end of the fifth hour he was definitely feeling the strain of an empty stomach. A small kiosk with its fresh display of produce prompted him to donate a dupondius for the sake of sating himself. But he wouldn’t eat it immediately, the red-eyed militant moved further about the market, sure-footed and imposing as he found a small alcove between the buildings and pressed himself into the provided shade. It was as private as he could possibly achieve. |