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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 15:08:05 GMT -5
Hm, so that was her. Isabella Di Luca of the first cohort. Matthias recognized the face all too well, even though he hadn’t seen it more than a few times. In fact, the two had never had directly conversed with one another. It was merely a matter of him observing a conversation of which he shouldn’t have. Herself and a few other girls from her cohort, he was passing by on his way to the fields when he had overheard them talking in front of the barracks of the First cohort. Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention to it, but he heard something rather unusual. It seemed they were talking about him. Unless there was another child of Pluto in his cohort, which would have surprised him if there was. There weren’t all too many siblings of his around, anyways. A god of wealth could be rather selective with whom he had relationships with, Matthias could only presume. He had hidden himself in the shadows, observing and listening to what they said. Spying wasn’t a pastime of his, but he wanted to hear what they were saying, and he wasn’t about to forget it either.
That was weeks ago, and Matthias surely hadn’t forgotten. Instead, he had plans of his own to tend to. The Danish boy found himself spending a few nights at the kitchen, cultivating rotten food in a makeshift petri dish, growing a specimen of bacteria that caused food poisoning. He had quite a lot of it too. During some of his spare time earlier that day, he had whipped up a batch of pastries, a trio of cannolis. Baking was one of his pastimes, though the main difference about these cannoli’s were that he infused the bacteria into the creamy filling. While Matthias didn’t taste it himself, for obvious reasons, he knew it was ready to serve. After all, revenge was a dish best served cold.
Matthias had to scout down the Daughter of Venus, though it wasn’t exactly too hard to find. She was in the middle of the crowded plaza, the epicenter of life in New Rome. What she was doing, Matthias could care less for. “Isabella”, Matthias said, approaching her with the plate of pastries. “These are for you, someone in my cohort wanted me to give them to you. A secret admirer”, he said, with a seemingly-innocent smile on his face, as he offered her the pastries.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 16:40:26 GMT -5
The Roman Legion was nothing but pageantry, and Isabella loved every second of it. Anyone could be watching your moves, envying your strengths and searching for your weaknesses. This was something she was accustomed to, and after years of experience, found entertainment in. As a daughter of Venus, Isa was underestimated constantly, but she enjoyed proving them wrong, and the faces of her authoritarian figures were absolutely priceless once she surpassed their expectations. On the other hand, Isabella hated Legion meetings with a passion. With the Legion in an era of peace, the meetings consisted of nothing but lulling conversations and cohort analysis nonsense…but at least Isabella didn’t have to do any paperwork.
Isabella readjusted her coat, withholding a scowl as she weaved through the crowded plaza. Due to her foul mood and impatience caused by a damned cohort meeting, she wanted nothing more than to shove people out of her way and make a beeline to the First Cohort bunks. Instead, for the sake of her reputation and the fear of causing a faux pas in a public place, Isabella exchanged tight-lipped smiles and the occasional “excuse me’s” through gritted teeth.
Just as she was about to enter a less-crowded area of the square, Isabella halted, turning at the sound of someone calling her name. A smiling blonde with a tall stature stood infront of her, offering a plate of pastries—Italian cannolis—similar to the ones her step-mother made when she was younger and more benign. She took the plate graciously and offered the man a convincing smile. Receiving gifts from admirers wasn’t anything new to the girl. But usually, they’d send her traditional chocolates, roses, or stuffed bears. Then again, there was no possible way she was turning down a perfectly good plate of cannolis.
“Thank you. These look wonderful.” Just as a burly Roman guy was about to back into her, probably knocking the plate out of her hands in the process, Isa sidestepped and allowed him to fall backwards onto the ground. After shooting the guy a dirty look, Isa beckoned the blonde to follow her, before continuing to weave through the crowd. Expecting him to follow her move, Isa claimed a table at an outdoor bistro, setting the plate of pastries down for the both of them to share.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 18:51:08 GMT -5
Matthias found it hard to resist the urge to laugh at the stocky man who had just toppled, and he couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escaped him, while he laughed at the man’s misfortune. It wasn’t like it was not funny, after all, the dude looked as though he could have snapped Matthias into two, which would have really been an accomplishment. Matthias wasn’t exactly of small stature either. The Dane was tall and although he wasn’t stocky and did air closer to the lean side of the spectrum, his body was toned and athletic, perhaps that was a side effect of the intense training he did with the Legion. After all, he was working out on the daily, multiple times daily in fact, for about 9 years of his life. That was enough to put anyone in shape, even a scrawny ten-year old Matthias. He was a very quiet kid, though that aspect of him hadn’t changed all too much. Nine years later, and Matthias was never the outgoing type. It didn’t cause him any stress to do it, seeing as he approached Isabella with ease, he just merely didn’t care to do it when it wasn’t in his interests, and handing her the plate of cannolis was most definitely something that fell underneath that category.
“Ah, thank you. They’re not mine, my friend just asked me to give them to you. He was too shy to do it himself”, Matthias lied. In all actuality, there was no friend, but he wasn’t about to tell that to Isabella, as it would have raised a lot of suspicion. Besides, where was the fun in spoiling his plans all too soon? Matthias followed the girl along, to a bistro outside in the city. It seemed to be a cute place, and Matthias didn’t have a problem with it. The Danish boy sat across from her at the table, folding his hands in his lap, before looking over to her, casting his fixed gaze between her and the plate, a small smile gracing over his face. He noticed her offer for him to share with her and he shook his head. “No no, I’m not going to eat them, just here to deliver them, I hope that’s alright”, he said with a smile. “I can stay here and keep you company if you want to though, I don’t have much going on today, so it’s not really a problem or anything”, Matthias added, nodding his head.
“So, my friend told me you’re Isabella, from First. I do hope I got that right”, he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly, before ordering himself a cup of coffee when the waitress came around. He didn’t put sugar or milk in it, seeing as he found it to dilute the flavors of his drink. Just black coffee was good with him, he didn’t mind the bitter taste, though some Royal Dansk butter cookies would have been nice to dip it with.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 0:32:09 GMT -5
“Well, send this secret admirer my gratitude. It was really sweet of him to send these.” Isa was genuinely thankful for the gifts. There was always a part of her that missed her family’s Italian traditions and her step-mother’s authentic cooking. Since it was called New Rome, one would assume that it would be bursting at the seams with Italian culture. Instead, the only real sign of her country was represented in pathetic “Italian" restaurants, most of which were insulting and hugely Americanized. It was really nothing to fuss over, but Isabella found the pastries to be quite touching, so she couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted when the blonde turned the offer down. Isa shrugged, faking a nonchalant manner. “Suit yourself. This just means I get more for me.” With a smile on her face, the daughter of Venus reached for a cannoli, and took a bite. Gods, was it good.
It really was no surprise that the Roman decided to stay. She was a daughter of Venus, after all. Enduring overly-eager boys was a normal day-to-day occurrence. Plus, it didn’t hurt that this particular Roman was easy on the eyes.
“Correct, Isabella Di Luca from the First. And since you’ve delivered me this gift from the heavens—“ the girl dramatically gestured at the plate of pastries,”--you deserve the right to call me Isa.” She continued eating, waving off the waitress when she asked for her order. “You’re a Pluto kid, right? Matthew, I think.“ Isa reached for a napkin to wipe some cream from her face, inspecting the kid as she was doing so. She’d definitely seen him around before. “Second Cohort, probably. You’re too handsome to be in the Third or Lower.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 1:43:52 GMT -5
“Will do, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that, especially coming from you”, Matthias said, a brief smirk passing over his face. It was unlikely that she would have noticed a taste difference anyways, though Matthias wasn’t going to taste the pathogens to find out what exactly that taste was. Most importantly, she had eaten it.
“Isa it is, then”, Matthias said, casting her a glance and feigning a look of mild interest. “That would be me. Matthias, not Matthew, though”, he said, correcting her statement just a tad. He wasn’t much bothered by it, there were worse things one could call him. Especially Matt or Mattie, the latter being the worst offender. It held a high amount of personal sentiment to the boy, and hearing someone have the audacity to think they could just toss that nickname for him around as if it were meaningless… Only Cienne called him that, and there wasn’t going to be anyone else around to take that any time soon. Matthias let out a small chuckle. “I’m sure they don’t taste as though Juno baked them from the heavens herself. ”
“Actually, you’re wrong on that. I'm from the Third cohort, I take it that is a surprise to you?”, Matthias said, a smile gracing his face as he raised an eyebrow, intent on curiously watching her reaction to his statement. After all, proving people wrong was something he loved to see, a reaction that was nearly always priceless. He wasn’t some washed up scum scraped from the boots of some askew pleb, though some people were convinced otherwise. Matthias was more passive than most demigods of his class, per say. Most were ambitious and go-getters from the start, but not Matthias. Some people just wanted to wait back and watch the world burn, and Matthias was one of them. Pushing himself into authority or the good graces of such people was never a priority for himself, though that wasn’t much to reflect on his training skills. After all, he was strong and well built, fit for combat and just as, if not more capable than any other Legionnaire.
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