three cheers for sweet revenge // mac
Jan 9, 2016 11:21:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2016 11:21:07 GMT -5
Matthias wasn't often found in the armory of all places at the hours of twilight, but sometimes, there were just things that needed to be done. The nighttime was the safest place to do something like this. Everyone would be asleep and not be able to see him carry out such a thing. He knew the First Cohort's beloved chariot driver, and he was one of the most unsavory people Matthias had ever met. Last time they had met, it wasn't too pretty. Harsh words were spewed, and it was rather irritating for him. Really, he could care less what the pompous brat had thought of him, he'd be all too happy to watch him eat those words.
What he started to attach to the underside of the chariot, was a small bottle, just a standard water bottle. It wasn't filled with water though, but a special type of vehicle lubricant oil. Meaning that when the brakes were pulled by the horses, it would spill open over the wheels and the wheels would spin out of control. His original idea was a Molotov cocktail, but that would end horribly if it was ever exposed that it was him. This was far more discreet, it would be blamed on the driver himself, for making the mistake that caused the malfunction in the first place. After all, rolling in the dirt would catch dirt to the wheels, nulling it after the initial crash course. The hardest part of this all would be keeping his expression placid as this happened, instead of not getting caught. IT wasn't like it could really trace back to Matthias unless anyone happened to catch him in the act.
He had spoke far too soon, hearing the doors of the armory open, him wide in the open, by the tampered chariot with an amused expression, a rather guilty look for the boy. He was hoping everyone was asleep by now, but apparently that wasn't true. What did she even want here, anyways? "Look, whatever you're here for, I'll help you with... As long as you never saw me here, alright? I doubt anyone who comes to the armory at 2am has the safest intentions, anyways", Matthias said with a small smirk, standing up from where he was crouched by the chariot. Was this girl up for fun? He sure hoped so. He had to play nice anyways, if she ratted on him to a Praetor, that could be bad.
What he started to attach to the underside of the chariot, was a small bottle, just a standard water bottle. It wasn't filled with water though, but a special type of vehicle lubricant oil. Meaning that when the brakes were pulled by the horses, it would spill open over the wheels and the wheels would spin out of control. His original idea was a Molotov cocktail, but that would end horribly if it was ever exposed that it was him. This was far more discreet, it would be blamed on the driver himself, for making the mistake that caused the malfunction in the first place. After all, rolling in the dirt would catch dirt to the wheels, nulling it after the initial crash course. The hardest part of this all would be keeping his expression placid as this happened, instead of not getting caught. IT wasn't like it could really trace back to Matthias unless anyone happened to catch him in the act.
He had spoke far too soon, hearing the doors of the armory open, him wide in the open, by the tampered chariot with an amused expression, a rather guilty look for the boy. He was hoping everyone was asleep by now, but apparently that wasn't true. What did she even want here, anyways? "Look, whatever you're here for, I'll help you with... As long as you never saw me here, alright? I doubt anyone who comes to the armory at 2am has the safest intentions, anyways", Matthias said with a small smirk, standing up from where he was crouched by the chariot. Was this girl up for fun? He sure hoped so. He had to play nice anyways, if she ratted on him to a Praetor, that could be bad.
