₵orpses On The §and: Spartacus / Ancient Rome [Moved]

[RyoRin]

_LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN!

[RyoRin]

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" I seltsam aussehen,.. " Nied muttered as he stared at a mirror that was held out in front of his face. His eyes were covered in azurite, a copper mineral that the woman of Rome wore often. He supposed it was better then the greens they used which came from a poisoned plant called malachite, but stilled he disliked it. Kohl was also around his eyes, making them appear darker and more sharp looking then normal. It went well with his completion, and hair color, however he still found the face looking back at him to be off. It was appearing to be as a Roman woman, effeminate in a way that his people would spit upon. Even the strange small Roman outfit was something that surly only females wore. It barley covered his upper thighs. Least to say he was truly thanking the gods that he was allowed to wear cloth under, for it not this night alone would have caused him to panic. Still the armor around his arms did to help him stay calm. It was a protective illusion really, something that would not save him but still something that made him feel good. Even the high laced shoes seemed to bring him some sort of comfort. The last piece of article that he would need to wear was laying on the table in front of him, a golden mask with a octopus on the forehead.

With a defeated sigh he ended up picking up the strange mask and placed it over his eyes, making sure to fit it well. He then started to tie the laces in the back, hoping it would stay tight. He really did not wish it for the mask to fall off...It only happened once at a party and learned the hard way that you are never to take the mask off. It gave away the illusion and thus there was no more entertainment. Because of that he had to make his own as he lacked the mask then...Least to say he would never do such a thing again. " Es ist an der Zeit. Mögen die Götter uns alle." He muttered to himself before taking a step back. He was dressed as Neptune, god of fresh water and the sea. This was a god that was not of his people, and he did not truly understand it at all. The god of his sea was a giant - Possibly something older as the elders told - by the name of Aegir, who ruled the water with his wife Ran. Those stories he knew very well, but the Roman one's seemed far more confusing. Why did their god wield a trident and why was he as muscular as a gladiator? With beard! It never made any sense at all.

He could not waste anymore time, as guest had already arrived. He had heard that all the slaves had to be on their best behavior tonight as all of the elite families of the city were to be here. Even some guest from Rome were stopping by the house for their pleasures. The house may have been a simple Ludus by day, training the champions of the arena but by night it became something out of a dream. A Roman dream. As he walked closer to the area that held the party he could hear the sounds of a melody playing, and chatting voices. There was laughing now, a high pitches females voices and an obvious sign of the Romans drinking. He started to see people now, dressing from head to toe in grand appearances. Before he fully entered the room though, the youth paused to grab a vase of wine and holder of the cups. He would have to serve more and more. So much wine would pass the lips of these men and woman, even the slaves and gladiators might get a taste of it if they were good. Of if the Romans playing with them wished it so.

The first person he walked up to was the Domina of the house, Maria, who appeared as lovely as ever. A rose but with thorns hidden with a smile and a sink dress. She appeared to be a bit stressed over the duties of watching this party, thus he poured the woman a glass of wine before handing it to her. " Domina, " He said with a simle nod head before glancing over at Sabeen. She was dressed as a goddess, although one he did not know. Never knew much about Roman deities. " Do you wish me to stay by your side with the wine or to cater the rest of the guest? " He asked Maria, looking at her in the eyes as it was rude not to.






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Location:The Villa - CelebrationXXXXXXXWith: Maria & Sabeen , Everyone XXXXXXXWearing: Neptune

[RyoRin]

「♠」 Location:The Villa ; Party
「♠」 With: Viridorix, Leon, Herta, gladiators, everyone.
「♠」 Wearing: Gladiator uniform

" It's a shame to wear armor and not to spill any blood on it, eh Herta?" The females blue eyes landed on her fallow gladiator who was dressing with her. The females were separated from their male counter parts during clothing sessions and bathing, which she found depressing. Nothing would have amused her more then to hear the men conversant about their new shiny 'pretty' armor that they had to wear to day. She bet that it was far too lovely for many men as them, and she would have given anything to be mocking them right now. Just something about playfully pissing off her fellow gladiators was a thrill. " I hope that our lovely brotherhood gets to wear such fine helmets and lovely items to hide their breast from peering eyes. Don't want them blushing like virgins now do we?" At this the female couldn't help but to tilt her head back in a mighty laugh. "Blushing away from those Roman ladies stares. I'll count how many times it happens and bet you four denari that our champion is the first. " It would be such a thrill to see their Viridorix acting flustered over some young thing staring at him across the room. A lovely girl in silk or man. She was not the gods so why would she care which happened to him.

Vistilia was currently wearing a more feminine version of her armor, something that was far less protective then anything she would ever wear in the arena. It was far too light for her to feel safe if someone came at her with a weapon. Still she knew that it was just enough to show off her body yet give the Romans wanting to see more. She guessed it was a brilliant move on their Dominus for supplying such outfits. The only thing she found annoying with this was that they were ordered to have their hair braided and have faces painted. It made no sense as they were wearing helmets over their faces, hiding most of everything but their bone structure. "I guess we shou- " Before she could finish the female heard one of the slaves telling them that the Gladiators had to come up now. She nodded her head towards the young girl before turning towards Herta once more. " Well lets give these Romans a proper showing and hope we get some wine to make it threw the night," She explained before giving the young girl a playful wink.

The female started to then walk out of the room and simply made a turn at the next hallway. As she continued to walk down it she could hear the starting of the party, hearing howling of humans and laughing as if it was a true celebration. ' At least the Romans know how to throw a proper party,' She thought while placing the helmet over her head. Within a few minuets she started to see the backs of her fellow gladiators, first seeing Leon. It seemed that they had to wait until the announcement for them was to come. She dared not to speak as there was guards around them, watching their every move, and surly her flesh would be whipped off her body if she messed with them. She would just have to stare ahead and pose just encase anyone would dare to peek over in to the hallways. Wouldn't want some Roman to see the gods of the arena chatting away as normal humans. After all that was the glory of seeing them kill others, gaining a false image that they were more then human. Almost as if they were titans.

Suddenly the signal for them to walk out came and as the first man walked out in to the party everything became silenced. Seeing the champion must have caused them all to forget their wine or something. They all walked in a line as the Dominus of the house spoke of them each, stepping forward for the crowd to see each one of them. Once the introductions were done they were forced to stand on the side of the room. There Vistilia was able to witness the strange celebration take place. There was slaves dressed as gods, walking around and serving wine and body pleasures to the Roman guest . In the middle, near the water pools was a strange sight of several naked people in golden pain, withering around each other. They all seemed to give seductive looks as well...It was interesting to see. Her eyes then landed on a few slaves who were playfully flirting back with some of the Romans, possibly a way for them to feel powerful in some small way. They all seemed to be lead to a curtained off area, although a glimpse was witnessed by her when it opened and what she was something from a off erotica.

She had to admit that they truly did know how to throw some small party. Still she would have to stand here, preforming her duty to be a statue unless asked personally. Not that many people were courageous enough to ask her. "B the gods, sometimes I swear this place is the afterlife of the blessed. " She whispered to no one in particular. Truly it was just something pleasing to the eyes

[XplaceinthedirtX]

「♠」 Location:Villa, Celebration
「♠」 With: Other slaves, Everyone
「♠」 Wearing: Demeter Maquerade

// LIDYA //

Her Domina didn't want her to look like a ragdoll for the party. Other slaves had helped brush and braid her dark hair, giving her a blue silk dress to wear. The clothing made Lydia smile, as it was very different from the slave garb she was used to wearing. Never before had she put on something so lovely. The party was a masquerade, everyone was in costume. It was a homage to the Gods, as everyone paid tribute to them in their own way. There was much wine and laughter filled the villa. Her Domina told her that she was to represent Demeter, the goddess of harvest and nature. The last of her costume was a blueish sparkling face mask. It was rather uncomfortable, though she would play the part, and didn't say a word as it was tied around her head. Still, she had never witnessed a Roman party before, it would be interested sight to see, that was certain.

She entered the main hall with the rest of the slaves, watching as some left the lineup to cater to the nobles' needs. Within the waters of the pool, there were gilded painted slaves, dancing and moving about, seemingly enjoying the stares they received, as if they felt powerful. She wondered what would be in store for her, as she watched what was going on around her. The gladiators had been lined up, wearing the most glorious armor. It shimmered in the light like a star. However, they kept their fine poise as instructed. The nobles indulged in wine, laughter and sport, taking women or even men for their own flirtatious pleasures. She even witnessed one take a slave to a room hidden by a curtain, she caught a glimpse of five more people behind it. She tried not to stare too long, but it was interesting to observe.

Her task tonight was to entertain and serve the nobles. She would bring them wine and smile at them, and give some of the men company if asked. She considered herself lucky and thanked the gods everyday that she was not like some of the others, forced to bed man after man, or sometimes a group all at once. However, sometimes, she wondered when her luck would run out. Her Dominus wouldn't keep her a virgin forever, especially if tempted by coin or higher purpose. It was only a matter of time. Still, she only hoped it would not be this night. She felt comfort in the slight concealment the mask gave her. At least in this way, she could blend in. She had no desire to be the center of attention for such activities.

The nobles around her were dressed in such fine robes, the women looking radiant. Slowly, more guests began to appear, some faces she recognized and some she did not. The night would be long and the celebration would last...she only hoped it would not be built upon bloodshed.

[XplaceinthedirtX]

「♠」 Location:Ludas, Celebration
「♠」 With: Various guests, nobles
「♠」 Wearing: Sol-The Sun God

// SERVIUS //

Jupiter's c**k The moment he stepped into the ludus, along with a few other noble guests, he admired the great marble walls, the gilded dancers and the many in well crafted masks. It seemed like a glorious dream in the afterlife. Servius was not unfamiliar to such parties, nor was the guests, as he had spoke to most of them in the city, the arena or council. "How much denari shall be placed on the Dominus showing off his prized champion on a matter of minutes, aye Pompus?" he joked with a fellow noble, chuckles filled the air. Servius had chosen to dress as the God of the Sun, an interesting choice and different then his usual garb of long robes. He looked at the event as something fun, an experience to observe. However, he also had a reason for attending. He had not exactly been invited persee, though he knew the Dominus would not mind, or at least, would not cause scene in front of his guests that would paint a foul image. No, he was here upon different matters. Of course, he would enjoy the party though he planned on finding a body; more so, a man by the name of Dulius. Servius had secretly worked with him a few times in the past, in shadow and concealment. He knew the man's face and had heard talk that he would be present tonight.

Scanning the area of every face, it wasn't long before his tires eyes came upon the wretched grinning face of Decius Zoroastes, off in the distance, chatting and keeping his trophy wife close. The sight of him made his blood boil and if not for the mask, his malcontent would have certainly showed. However, Servius was a master persuader and a man of many tricks, many hats. He would soon thank Decius for such a great event and treat him with the same comradery and respect as he would other guests. He would play his part without failure. While he noticed many of the pretty slaves, his mind was not to be distracted. He was here for a greater purpose. The esteemed intellectual's greatest mask was one of a true Roman, to drink and be merry...However, Servius threw away his loyalty to his blood lineage long ago.

Soon enough, Decius would meet his end and the man couldn't be happier about it. It was a pity, he thought that soon all of this lovely empire, everything the ludus was forged upon wold come crashing down. His kingdom in shambles and his slaves, no longer tied to his shackles, would wreak havoc. He was certain by the time he was through here and his life's work complete, there would be no noble left standing. In his eyes, they were all guilty and he left no mercy for anyone in arms with Decius. Servius knew full well that there was a risk, that by the time this was said and done, he would be welcomed into the afterlife. Death was only apart of the risk and one he accepted wholeheartedly, as in his mind, it was proper payment, for the greater good. Athena herself would smile upon his work and he would smile at his father and mother past the pearl gates. His first step was in motion, infiltrate the ludus. He would befriend Decius and his wife, make himself helpful and concerned to their plight.

A serpent in sheep's skin... Servius knew he had to act very carefully indeed if he wanted this plan to work. It may take months, or maybe even years. However long, he was dedicated to his task. The work of Spartacus and the rebels could not be the people's only saving grace. Even small actions by normal citizens could be the breaking point of the Roman army. Once one man stood up, perhaps other would stand where he would indefinitely fall. A Roman by birth and upbringing, Servius no longer carried that title with him. He stripped himself of everything that was the foundation of his youth. The most hateful traitor, in the eyes of his people. However, he would not wait for their judgement. He would seek judgment from the Gods themselves, when this was all over. Hopefully, some good would come from it and in the last moments of his dying breath, he would be granted the glorious vision of Roman bodies and Decius's bloodied head on a pike.

[malzysaur]

Zephyra left the ludus soon after the gladiators had their shares of nourishment. She returned the serving tray to the kitchen where she made herself busy for a time getting things ready for the festivities. She kept her head bowed and did as was asked of her. She added a bit of herb to the jugs of wine when she was sure no one would look. She grinned to herself, hiding the pouch again between her robes, thinking of Nied as she did so. She did see the boy in passing in their rounds and winked at him before disappearing to tend to the dressing of Decius for the night.

Once Zephyra had been dismissed to tend to herself, she was rather pleased with her choice of attire for the night. She intended to pay homage to her goddess Aphrodite for the night, though she doubted anyone would truly notice. She cleaned herself the best that she could given what she was allowed, making sure that her tanned skin shined. She would relish in the chance to dress up, to remember her original roots, the roots where she was the one in position of power. She buried those thoughts down deep again, only holding onto the hope that she would see herself removed from the lowly station of a slave and back home where she could regain a semblence of normality, a life she has not known for over ten years now, but one the Gods of her country would bring to her in sleep each night. The disadvantage of her costume meant that she had no where to hide the papers she had written in Atticus' name intended for Galla so she had to store them in their agreed upon hiding spot. She prayed to Hera the woman would gather them before the party.

After dressing and adorning herself with the items of her costume, Zephyra took leave of her quarters and went into the home once more, taking her spot at the Dominus' side. She poured the man wine and served his few guests that had arrived before she was dismissed to tend to the others, her main demand to keep the glasses full of wine, and merriment plenty. Zephyra took it as a chance to taste a small bit of freedom and went in search of Galla to let her know of the writing and to find Lydia so they might enjoy each others' company and trade stories for a time. It was the later Zephyra was lucky to find, and she smiled upon seeing her friend.

"Good night Lydia, it seems the Gods smile upon you tonight," she greeted, her eyes traveling over the form of the later, the woman's body truly gorgeous in the blue color silk.

[Tiggerluvme]

I really hate that I must do this

but a little deception is good for our freedom

She had been waiting for this party all day. It was not that she looked forward to do it but she wanted to hurry and get it over with. This was the true war in her mind. Battling others in the arena was way better than having to stand around for the Roman’s to look at. It made her feel more like a toy then anything and she hated that. She would have to stand and watch them have fun and a bit of her just hoped that no man bothered her. She did not care if some of the things she wore were gifts from them, they had no right to her body and never would. There was enough slaves floating around those parties and she was sure they would keep the men busy. It was bad of her to think that way but she was not wired like the body slaves. She was a fighter and never would think of herself as anything less. She was not meant to be touched, the men and women should only watch her. If someone decided to do anything she could not tell them no. It would make her Dominus look bad and that was not a good thing. The idea of having to refer to Decius as her Dominus was another sickening thing. She was going to be so happy when the celebration was over with.

As she was getting ready she turned her head to look at Vistilia. “I agree, I think I look better coated in blood.” Putting on this much for a party was overdoing it in her book. She never had been the dressy type of girl. Simple clothes were good and she wanted them to be loose so she could do a number of things. While she was getting ready she had to admit that it was nice to not have any men around. Her body was not for them to see. Even though she did love teasing them from time to time. They would never have her and she liked to rub in their faces some time. There was a minor privilege in being a woman. “It will provide some entertainment for us if they do start blushing.” Seeing a man blush would always make her smile. A bet would make things a bit better and she was willing to take the bait. She was not going to waste her deanri on anything else so she might as well place a bet. “I am willing to take that bet. If he blushes first just know that I will punch him later on.” It was only right if she got him back for costing her money even if he did not know.

She made sure to fix everything on her outfit. It was important that she looked great tonight. As she was slipping on her helmet she turned to see a servant coming in. It was good to hear that they were now wanted. “Wine would be divine to taste.” She followed Vistilia out of the room and could hear the noise of the party. The Romans really were a noisy bunch but at least they were having some fun. Her thoughts moved away from the celebration and over towards the others who were lined up. She spotted Leon and Viridorix but did not get to say anything to them. It was best to stay silent for now on. She knew her role very well and would not break it unless a Roman spoke to her. Decius could be a real brute when he wanted to be. Right now she did not feel like angering them. When they started to move she began the countdown until she would be free to go back to her own room. When Decius said her name she stepped forward but did not really gaze at the people. She made her way over to the wall with the others and just stood there and watched the Romans have fun.

As she stood there she took note of everything that was going on. Some of the people looked like complete pigs. Some of the food looked repulsive and some looked good. Her attention went over to the servants who were dressed liked gods and goddesses. They really looked way better than all of the Romans. Seeing Nied in his outfit made her want to smile but she did not. She kept a straight face and nearly lost it again when she saw what was behind the curtain. Just great an image that would be stuck in her head for god knows how long. She wanted it to be replaced with something else, anything but that crap. If only she had been stationed somewhere else she would not have seen that. Their celebration had just started and she was ready to leave. She could only hope that men never built up the courage to say anything to her.



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My Mood: Content ___My Location: Villa-Celebration___Speaking to; Vistilia ___Wearing: Celebration___




RyoRin




Out Of Cookies;

[XplaceinthedirtX]

「♠」 Location:Villa, Celebration
「♠」 With: Other slaves, Everyone
「♠」 Wearing: Demeter Maquerade

// LIDYA //

Soon enough, Lydia found herself greeted by a familiar face. Thankfully, it was one of a friend, Zephyra, a fellow slave whom had a kind word for all. She was one of the few that Lydia could actually open up to, after being a near mute in the first few weeks of her enslavement. She complimented her, which made the girl smile under her glittering mask. "Thank you Zephyra, I must enjoy the silk for as long as I can. You too, are a marvelous sight...Venus herself would be envious." Zephyra had darker features and was of different descent, which gave her a rather exotic look. Her golden skin practically sparkled. Her eyes scanned the room, before moving back to her friend.

"What do you think of the gladiators? Have any caught your eye?" she asked her, only teasing of course. It seemed that the girl, like her, was why when it came to men. The soldiers of the ludus, especially adorned in their costumes of armor, were even more intimidating. She couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her throat. "You know, I've seen the champion give you looks from time to time.. she continued, only lighthearted in nature of course.

She hoped the evening would be interesting and the nobles kept their distance, as much as they could. Usually, when wine was involved, they were much more vocal and physical with their demands. Lydia knew not if Zephyra had ever serviced a noble in such a way, but not to her knowledge. As more guests began to pour in, it seemed as though the party would be full of bodies and the festivities would only grow as time went on. "It seems the men are not satisfied with water, do you need help bringing out the wine, Zephyra?" she asked, knowing that if she did too make herself useful, the Domina would not be pleased with her.

[malzysaur]

Nonus took his meal with his fellow gladiators, but his mind was on the festivities of the night. He was looking forward to the company of many guests, but hoping to catch the eye of one in particular. He enjoyed getting under the skin of the son of the Dominus, if not to hear the boy's voice, but to gain his attention. Nonus hid his grins behind the bowl of his food before he schooled himself into the hard statue of a gladiator. He had won his battle in the arena, and he had more reason to celebrate in the night.

He gave his dishes to Zephyra and went off to his quarters to adorn the armor which fits is body best. He slipped the vest over his head and tightened the ties at his sides, his armored skirt being put on next. He had taken great pride in shining his armor to the best of his ability in a bid to fully stand out. Once he had dressed fully he went out and joined his fellow gladiators. He grinned, the adrenaline from his battle still very present in his veins. He did hope that the Gods would be in his favor for the night and that he would be able to make conversation with Vedius if only for a minute, then he would count the night as a blessing. He had won the fight in the name of his Dominus, but it was Vedius that he made his fatal blow upon his opponent.

When the sun had finally sunk far enough below the horizon Nonus joined his gladiator brothers and sisters in their march into the home of the Domina and Dominus. Nonus found his place between Vistilia, a true goddess in her own right, and the champion Viridorix. "What a night the Romans shall have, riding high on the coin we have won them," Nonus muttered to Vistilia as they made their way through the room to take their places in formation before the nobles that would mill about them and admire their strength and virility. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and clasped his hands behind his back. He jutted his chin out, head held high in the pride of his own status.

"I can only hope that the Gods bless their drink with merriment and we are granted a chance to enjoy the festivities," he smirked, relishing in the chance to actually look down his nose at the Romans surrounding him. The heat of the room coupled with the few bodies inhabiting it made sweat glisten along his skin bulging over defined muscles. He grinned, catching the eye of a few young girls. He clenched his hands behind his back, making the muscles jump and bunch beneath the skin, rippling in effect. He grinned wider when the girl's widened their gaze, and giggling looked away. "The night holds promise," he commented, resting his stance once more, his eyes now roving the gathering crowd in hopes of catching Ved's gaze.

[kouhai pls]

” Make sure you scrub harder.” her voice wasn’t a rough comment, but rather a slow irritated sigh. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against the side of the bath. The sounds of the rippling water and the touch of the slaves who cleaned her body of the dirt and sweet from her travels home.” He insults me, then tries to scare me into submission?” her thoughts were not clear but on earlier moment, with meeting of her father and family for the first time in years.” Cato.” slowly opening her eyes and taking her arms away from the touch of the slaves in the water with her.” Do not lose sight of purpose, my father will not hesitate to strike. I would continue to have you at my side. smiling at the male who stood inside the door of the bath, watching her, like he always did and like she command him to do. Slowly standing up from the warm waters, her body was now clean once again, turning around and stepping out of the water as another slave quickly wrapped her in cloth for the trip to her room. She needed to get ready for the night festivities.” You lack the mark of the brotherhood, so tonight you are a mere slave. We will change that as quickly as possible, once you prove yourself to this house and the doctore.” Her steps had taken her across the large bath and she now stood in front of her slave.” Tonight you say with me, in the morning I bring you to the ludus below for introduction.” touching him lightly on his arm as she passed him.

She knew he would follow her, he was loyal so her voice continued to reach Cato’s ears as she walked.” You will adorn costume like the other slaves, I have had one picked out for you. When you are ready and dressed find me once again, until then you are free to roam.” giving the male a quick look over her shoulder and a nod before continuing on her own to her room, the female slaves from the bath following her to get her dressed for the party. As the slaves dried and perfumed her body, her mind went to other things. She hadn’t had the chance to speak with her brother yet, and she craved for the opportunity. He was after all the only member of her family she spoke to over the years. Sylva had gone to her own duties and Adrastia didn’t fret, she’d see the woman again tonight. On arm of her husband no doubt, oh how she pushed the thought of marriage far from her mind for the time being. She did not know what to expect out of her new step mother, only briefly meeting the woman, but tonight would give them a change to talk more. She was even excited to witness the gladiators and hoped for a good showing of entertainment.” stand over there and present.” clapping her pale hands quickly, smoothing out the silky sea foam cloth of her dress she wore that was detailed with gold. Turning her body around, and crossing her arms across her chest, her fingers drummed lightly across her arm. Her gaze on the half naked slaves that stood in front of her, standing at attention and silent. Each one wore a different set of jewelry, bouncing back and forth between each one, pondering selection to choose for the night. ”This one.” stopping in front of a female whose wore jewelry that perfectly matched the colors of her dress. The rest quickly removed their own and exited the room. Finishing her attire, and having her hair clipped in place, she smiled at her reflection and stood up tall ready to head for the party that she could already hear starting.


Getting closer to the main area of the festivities, she let her eyes and sense take in everything around her, the golden woman in the pools, the curtained room and laughing voiced that echoed in the halls. When she entered, the gladiators were not far behind. Her heart skipping a beat, finally being able to lay eyes of the gladiators of this house, how fun they would be. Her grin spread quickly across her face, and the faded after introductions, keeping to the shadows still letting herself take in each and every person in the room. Reading them and watching making her own careful observations. In doing so she spotted a strange sight indeed. There were many slaves dressed in grand clothing, representing the gods and goddesses. Earlier she went and familiarized herself with each slave in the house, and now she stood amongst someone who she did not know, but held the clothing of a costume and a mask. The feeling was ill, but it did not move her, standing tall and making her way to the figure behind the mask, standing behind him, watching for a few seconds longer and following his gaze to her father.”Eyes with purpose upon my father, but dressed as a common slave?” taking this time to step around his form and stand in front of him, looking into his eyes.”You are no slave from this house, yet you lower yourself to them? What do the gods have in store?” she didn’t wait for a reply and is he did, it fell on deaf ears, turning her attention automatically away. Eyes falling on a familiar and much anticipated face that of her brother.

” Vedius!”

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”RyoRin”

”XplaceinthedirtX"

[RyoRin]

The youths eyes were staring ahead at the wall, staring as if it held all the answers to the world. Currently the bright blue eyed male was in charge of guarding the main door to the wash room, protecting the young girl with the slaves inside. He would dare not look, nor did he want to, as the youth held one simple purpose in this mission. He was here to watch over the young Roman female, and make sure that she was undisturbed from any fool who dare try and ruin her time. The poor thing needed to relax after such a day and he would surly never let anyone ruin such a moment here. He would rather slit their torso to their throat if they ever even tried too. "Yes Domina, " He said when hearing his name but still did not dare to look back. When he heard her comment he couldn't help but to nod his head in agreement with her. It was true that he had to control his emotions towards people harassing her but alas he spent half his life protecting her from any harm. Emotional or anything of the sort. "Understood. However if he tries to physically hurt you then I am not to be blamed for destroying that man. It is my duty and your will." He explained with little to no remorse of saying such a thing. Sure the man may have been her father but he was willing to lose his limbs for her honor.

When hearing the water wrestle, he could not help but to glance back, seeing that she was not standing in a towel of some kind. She spoke to him again but this time about his lack of a certain mark and his role tonight. It seemed that he was to be a common slave and stay by her side as not a warrior but a wine carrier. If anyone tired to touch him then it certainly would be an interesting mistake on their part. " The Ludus?" He asked while raising his eyebrow. It seemed that he was to be a gladiator under her fathers name and not her own. It seemed a strange idea for him however he would comply for now As she walked passed him the youth had fallowed after her without any thought, and continued to listen to her speak. He was to dress as a slave too, which seemed to be annoying to the youth but still he would obey. As the younger female walked away towards her room, he couldn't help but to stop in his tracks, not daring to fallow her in there. It would be a scorn on the gods and possibly endanger her with her image. Once the door was closed, Cato quickly turned around and headed over towards the slave area. He had no idea what he was getting himself in to.

"This seems off. " Cato muttered when he was given the items to wear to the party. He came here last minuet, and thus was given a strange creature that the Greeks called Pan and the Romans called him Faunus. He was a forest god, and so more loved as one of the many wine gods. A playful creature which loved to dance and sing while seducing nymphs and such. Least to say Cato held no love for this creature as they had nothing is common. He had to admit though that the outfit he was wearing was far more interesting then the others who appeared as lovely beings. He seemed to be harsher looking them then. No silk was on his body of cold. The youth was wearing a skinned pelt, barley hiding anything above his legs. He also wore a pair of horns on the top of his head, and has black coal covering his eyes which forced he blue color to some how pop out more. The only down side was that he was force to wear jewelry like the others, even getting his ears pierced to adore some strange leaf earing. When he was done dressing himself he couldn't help but to turn towards the nearest mirror, seeing his reflection, before a light amused smile appeared on his face. He rather enjoyed seeing this false illusion of himself.

Soon it was time to see what this party was, and off he was to go and fallow after the other slaves in the house. When he arrived the youths eyes grew wide with shock, never seeing such a sight before. Surly this place was the after life? Did he die without knowing it? ' If this was the afterlife then there would be more naked willing people.' He thought while tilting his head to the side. It was true. Half of the slaves who were running around naked seemed to have a bleakness in their eyes while the others seemed to be creating art with their fake smiles. It was interesting for him to see and more so to take in the image. Soon his eyes wondered again, only to land on his Domina. The youth quickly walked over towards her, before seeing another male who she was speaking too. He was dressed as all the slaves but she seemed to be speaking to him as if he wasn't. Hesitantly he stood near the girl, eying the strange male to see if he had any weapons or if anything was off about him. His Domonia may have been busy with her brother now but still the strange unknown male







Gladiator dressed as a slave XXXXXXX Location: ; The Villa ; Party XXXXXXX Wearing: Oressing as a Faunus .

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The rest of the day had gone by quickly, with the free time she had to herself, it was spent alone catching up some much needed rest. She needed to be well prepared for the night that was to come. Her sleep did not last long as she was quickly summoned to the Domina to help prepare for the festivities of the night. Maria had been in charge of things, and was very stressed, Sabeen was only sighing with relief that the woman had not taking out anything on her through that time, but another unlucky girl. With being dismissed again, she had been ordered to bathed and perfumed for the night coming. Doing as she commanded and cleaned herself up rather quickly in preparation for the coming events. Sabeen knew to do everything perfectly and not mess a thing up and she was prepared to do just that, be perfection. She didn’t need to stay by her domina’s side all night, but only until she was dismissed. After that she was free to roam and help where she could. Not needing to worry about being used for pleasure, her maidenhood still in tack and left that way until it would be had otherwise. When she arrived to the salve quarters, her task and role of the night was given to her. Nodding in acceptance. It seemed all the slaves would be taking on roles of countless gods and goddesses.

Her own was Persephone, she remembered the tales she heard of the woman before. The daughter of Jupiter and Ceres, there was so many versions. What she knew of the woman that was of the goddess of springtime, she was beautiful and everyone loved her. One day while she was out collecting flowers, Pluto came from the ground and stole her away. Being given a pomegranate she was connected to the underworld forever, becoming the queen for six months of the year. Her mind lingered on the thought of the choice, was it specifically picked or were the choices just handed out? The thoughts didn’t linger for long once the site of her costume for the night was reviled. The dress was beautiful; it was by far the most elegant thing she would have worn in her entire life.” I do not deserve such beauty.” the words a mere whisper as they left her lips, picking up the gown slowly and lifting it up into the air. She could not hold back a smile, bringing it back down to her chest and holding the white silk fabric to her body. Lightly gripping it, not tight enough to ruin the red petals or the brown branch like vines that wrapped around the torso of the dress. Quickly dropping her own fabrics and slipping her body into the grand costume, adjusting the sleeve onto her shoulder and turning around ever so slightly. Her hair was kept sort, after the misfortune of having it cut by the domina, and her head was adorned by a crown of flowers that matched the details on the costume. Feet adorned with golden sandals and face hidden by a golden mask.

With a final look in a mirror, Sabeen checked over her appearance and made sure everything was in place, nodding at her own reflection before getting up to find her domina. It did not take long to find her, and soon she was back in place, following orders and being silent. The woman still seemed stress and she was about to fetch wine when Neid came over to join them and beat her to it. Looking over at him in his costume, giving the male a very small smile as attention was taken from her own form.
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[RyoRin]

A curved metal wire was placed on the youths flesh by himself, scraping the excess dirt and sweat from his flesh. There was olive oil on his body, being taken off with the metal wire. It helped destroy any imperfection on his and prepared him for the night. It was a cursed thing to do, however he learned this from Leon and the other gladiators that it was the best thing to do to be clean in appearance. They had to do such a thing before and after each trip to the arena and annoyingly enough to each parties. He couldn't imagine such an annoying ritual every time people asked. The only reason he was doing so because he wanted his father to be proud. He would not risk any of the elite guest to make any mark on his fathers honor by stating that his children appeared 'dirty'. It never happened and he would not allow it to ever happen. The youth even used oils or other diapasmata to cause no human scents on his flesh. Tonight he had to scrub extra hard, until his skin was scratchy and dry, then use the metal to clean his dead flesh and then such oils to smell better then any. His sister was here now, and thus his father was probably more tense then normal. Half of him was sure that if someone was to mess up tonight then there would be corpses on the ground by nights end. Even Vedius himself would be punished for dishonoring this house and his father's name if he tried anything off tonight. ' I hope my dear sister knows what she came back too.' He thought as the curved wire finished off his arm.

"Antonia! " He called out, knowing that she was always close by.The youth started to stand up at this point and walked in in nothing but a cloth wrapped around his lower torso. "Go get ready for the night! Your outfit has been placed in your room and I have warned the guards and others to not disturb you and keep drunken fools away. If anyone comes tell me and I will see fit their own punishment. " He explained as he now stared the others direction. The youth had hold a promise to the girl, an unspoken one. He would not let anyone else touch her, harm her, bed her, ect. This was not out of love nor any particular feelings of wanting to keep her safe. He was no fool In fact he only did this because she was his and not theirs. She was the only thing he owned in this life and would even dare speak back to beloved father or dead mother to or the gods themselves as she was his. " As night falls I want you by my side at all times to give wine and help the others. " He explained while walking away, now heading towards his own room to get ready for the celebration as it was almost time.

When he got to the room the youth quickly dressed, picking out an outfit that his father chose. It seemed that he and his sister were to appear as true siblings. He wore a light green clothing, a color he found odd to wear as he tended to favor black threads and ash grey or anything dark in color. It was something he loved. But here here he stood being uncomfortable in this garb of sorts. Still the shoes and the strange shoulder armor did make him feel better. Even the wrist and arm armor was interesting to wear although it was heavier then anything he got to wear on a normal day. Even with training with Leon he only had to wear strange cloth of slaves to fight, which was heavy but nothing too demanding. Even the armor was lighter for movement with swords. " Time to present self," He muttered before heading out of his room. As he walked towards the celebration he could hear familiar voices chatting amongst themselves, some of boys his own age that he knew and others of elite Romans who he spoke too. There was some voices though who he never heard of, causing the hairs on his back to rise. He hated new people. It was a game of sorts to know them, trying to figure them out before they tried to figure himself out.

The youths eyes first landed on the slaves who were dressed as Gods and Goddesses of the Roman faith. They all appeared to be lovely beings in their own way. For some it was a shame as most of them could pass as a proper Roman. His eyes then landed on the gladiators, seeing them standing as one and posing as gods themselves but true gods and not the slaves of false illusions. They all had something in their eyes as they watched the celebration around them. Some with fascination, hope, fear and glares that would send Jupiter himself running to his mountain. He saw the two females with their helmets on, daring any mortal man to stare at them. While the men appeared as brave and true as any warrior should be. He saw Leon and gave a quick smile towards his teacher. The man was the honorable one he knew...Especially compared to a certain someone who Vedius was fighting to not look it. Nonus was there smiling away at the girls blushing and showing off his muscles again. " By the gods he is a fool." He muttered to himself before making eye contact with Nonus. Least to say that was an unwise moment in his life. The other male seemed to give him a smile and a nod of his head, but his eyes told something else that even made Vedius feel strange.

'b*****d is giving me eyes that you give to a woman !' He thought as he felt a bit flustered over this second. Lucky for him though he heard his sister call his name, and he would thank every god in the word that his blush would not be witnessed by such an idiot male ever again. "Thank the gods. " He said while quickly before quickly making his way towards his sister, linked arms with her and kept on walking to the other side of the room. "We must go somewhere far away from guest to talk, " He explained before grabbing a cup of wine from one of the servants, and finally stopped when they were far away from the sight of the Gladiators. " Apologies sister, but I would not have a celebration of slaves and war ruin out first meeting." Technically it was the second but still that was barley anything." What do you think of the house and out champions?"

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Location: The Villa - partyXXX With: Everyone XXX Dressed up

[Tiggerluvme]

I can still hear her screams

They will follow me to the grave

Training had gone well and he was glad to release some stress. The trip had gotten to him and watching those innocent people only reminded him of his sister. He had never gotten to see her body and a bit of him felt that she was still alive. He knew she could not be alive; they would never lie to him over that matter. Even though he did not win his fight, it did not matter to him. He had fun sparing with Viridorix since he was really a challenge. He came close to giving it his all but he just could not do it. It was not a serious fight and he was not going to use all of his energy. When his matched ended he made he watched some others spar before he had the pleasure of being allowed to freshen up. Being clean for this party was important. There was no telling what Roman woman would approach him and he had no idea what they would want. He was not really worried about much since everyone wanted a piece of the champion. The woman were quiet pathetic but he would never say that to their faces. Their actions were expected since his brothers were far better than any of their Roman men.

Once he was done cleaning he spent some time looking over the clothing he would wear. Unlike some people he was not doing that much with his clothing. He was not trying to draw any attention and he really hated dressing up. He had been that way all his life and he did not plan on changing. Too much makeup annoyed him and too much clothing made his feel suffocated. He was going to warm a minor piece of armor but he liked having his chest out. The helmet was something he could have done without but it was something he had to wear. He really saw no point in wearing it since he was not in battle. Some of this stuff really was just to show him off. He would never wear these sandals in the arena and the helmet was not his style. For the sake of being somewhat dressy he put up with it. He had just put on his sandals when a servant came to tell him that it was time to leave. Finally he could get to this party. A bit of him wanted to see what they would do in this party. Each party had a different theme and some were good and others were whatever. He kind of wondered what Vedius would say about his outfit. Vedius always had a comment for him. Unlike some people, he did not mind what Vedius said. Others he tended to block out when they said anything to him.

He walked down the hallway and held onto his helmet. It was time for him to get ready. He could hear the noise of the party and to help muffle it some, he placed his helmet on. When more came around he did not bother to see who they were. He knew that no one was going to miss this so there was no need for him to worry. As they moved into the room he waited for his name to be announced before he stepped forward. Once everyone was in he took his place along the wall and just watched the people. It was odd to see the servants dressed in that fashion but some looked real nice. The Roman women were okay to look at and he did not care to look at the men. His eyes moved towards some men that were talking to servants and he looked past them. Looking at them too long would only make him think about his sister and what kind of hell she had been put in. Even if he was around her, he was sure that he could have never done anything to help her. His thoughts ended on his sister and he focused on the people that passed him up.

Seeing Vedius made him feel a bit happy. Vedius looked nice tonight and it was different to see him in such light colors. He was use to seeing him in dark colors and it was hard to say if he was okay with seeing him in such light colors. He would never wear those kind of colors. He did take notice of Vedius looking at another male and as much as he wanted to turn and look at the person he stopped. There was only one fool in the group that made Vedius act funny and he was just glad he was a few people away from Nonus. Actually he was really glad that Nonus was focused on other people. Some days that man made him want to say things. Tonight he was going to count his blessings.

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