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  1. Lucius looked at his brother with a blank stare, still processing his own thoughts on what their next move should be. He didn't notice the silence that fell around them as he kept Marcus waiting for a response. Then at last he blinked and refocused his eyes on his brother. He needed to include Marcus. He needed to think of a way they could both work together to secure what was rightfully theirs. Most of all they needed something to focus on that could keep them focused... and he needed to keep Marcus distracted. "Yes, there is something..." he said, before pausing again. "I need you to head to the Vestals and request a copy of Decimus' will. And any of the wills of our aunts and uncles that you can find. There has to be something in there to counter Vitellia's proof. As for me, I need more information on our dear cousin." He paused and looked at Marcus, waiting to see if his brother had a question, or anything else to add. @Atrice
  2. "Oh, you'd be surprised the influence a woman can have over a man... married or otherwise," Lucius said, commenting on what Caecina had said. He was still a bachelor, and did not entertain any wild ideas about his ability to fetch a prized woman from within the imperial circle, or one of the many circles surrounding it. For all the prestige of the Junii-Silani name, they had little left other than their name. Lucius still had work to do in order to return the family to its former place of prominence. His associations with Juliana certainly helped in that regard. "Speaking of marriage," he said after a long, steady drink from his goblet, "Has your father managed to find any good suitors for you now that you're of age?" He was sure that Tuscus would only accept the best and brightest for his daughter. His family was, by means of his support and loyalty to Caesar (and of course his marriage to Juliana), one of those closest aligned to the imperials, after all. @Echo
  3. After Longinus, Lucius' visitors were few and far between. Had he had any money to spend, he would have posted his own bail so that he could at least remain on house arrest prior to the trial. Without such funds, he opted to remain behind bars until the time came to bring him before a judge and jury once again. But, before that, he knew his old friend and commander Longinus would return with good news for him. When the guard came to alert him that he had a visitor, Lucius stood with a soft grin, waiting to see Longinus. He saw Alexia first, and his grin widened. "Ave, Dominus," she said with a quick nod of her head. "Alexia," he said, "I see that Longinus was able to find you after all." His eyes moved from Alexia as Longinus came into view shortly behind her. "Now, tell me what you've learned." @Sara
  4. Chris

    Ave Imperator!

    Though Quintus trusted his brother Octavius, he nevertheless appreciated Aulus' intuition to defer to the higher authority when it came to matters of the state. He allowed a quick smile to cross his expression before returning to his regular straight face. He continued to listen as Aulus talked and they strolled into the courtyard. The caretakers of the courtyard were out, trimming bushes and tending to flowers as necessary. In the distance were two of the German Guard, different from the Praetorians in that they alone remained within the halls of the palace as the Praetorians protected the imperials everywhere outside of it. As Aulus expanded upon his plans for the coming year, he touched the subject of his wife and her resourcefulness. "I believe Octavius mentioned something of it," Quintus said, seeming to remember his brother broaching the subject not so long ago. "It is an inspired thing, to be sure. If we have more educated and socially engaged women, we can hopefully have better-educated and more responsible children." Quintus gave most of the credit for his own success to the morales his mother had instilled upon him. "I am sure the Augusta will be happy to help however she can." Just then, one of the message runners approached from the far end of the courtyard. He was promptly stopped by the guard, who intercepted the message and brought it to Caesar. "Ah, just a moment, Aulus," he said, and stepped away from his guest to read the missive. His eyes scanned it over quickly and without a word he returned the parchment to the guard and then returned to Aulus. "Apologies. Where were we?" @Sharpie
  5. Lucius told Caecina he would enjoy any letters she could send, though truthfully he often detatched himself from home completely while on service. It was easier to focus on his duty if he only had it to think of. Reading of home would make him yearn for home, just the same as being home and speaking of service made him anxious to fight. The curse of a restless spirit. Her answer as to why she was in the villa and not in the city made sense; he couldn't argue her point. When Caecina asked about his own preferences he shrugged initially. "A bit of the charm, I suppose," he said, not wanting to reveal the whole truth. Though he suspected she had most likely heard of his legal issues, Lucius did not want to burden her with his personal matters. "Though mostly to visit Juliana, and seek her counsel." Other than birthing him, she was his mother in every other meaning of the word, after all. "Other men might not be so quick to seek advice from a woman, but I will not deny the wisdom or influence of a powerful woman." He paused, thirsty for some wine. "I suspect you'll wield influence of your own before too long," he said with a playful wink. @Echo
  6. Lucius heard his brother's questions, and was still running over a thousand questions of his own internally while also wrestling with the urge to take action against those who thought to steal what wasn't rightfully theres. The courts be damned! He took a long breath in an attempt to calm himself and clear his mind, and then looked to Marcus. Though they were brothers, they were also cousins, and Lucius had suspected in the back of his head that some day Marcus - as Decimus' true son - would feel some entitlement to the wealth his father had left behind. It was understandable. Now, however, that wealth had all but disappeared. "I thought the same," came his controlled response. "Proculinus assured me as much. But the court ruled in Vitellia's favor on grounds of the land having belonged to her mother, our aunt Calvina." He paused again, sifting through his thoughts. "There must be something else we can do," he said, and muttered under his breather, "I'll burn the damned home down before I let that bitch step foot in it. She can have the ashes." And an idea was born.. small and tender as a flame that builds to blazing fire. @Atrice
  7. Lucius chuckled lightly at her mention of the muck of Britannia and then told her that he would indeed be returning to Britannia for at least another six months, possibly longer. Truthfully, Lucius detested Britannia, though he rarely spoke ill of service. He kept his eyes on Caecina's as she spoke of her lenient and oh so kind tutor... as if such a person existed! He remained standing, just a few arms lengths away, and began to pull his legs up behind him to keep his muscles loose after the run. "I most likely would have done the same. And the garden is a good place with enough foliage to hide you from any searching eyes. A tactical move," Lucius said, grin still intact. He took a step closer, looking away from Caecina for just a moment at the sound of wind rustling a nearby tree. "I'm surprised to find a young woman such as yourself here at the villa and not in the city proper." @Echo
  8. Lucius' eyes narrowed as his brother Marcus entered the room. Though internally he told himself to put on a carefree expression, outwardly his face clearly showed the anguish he was wrestling within. He let out a quick huff of air in mild amusement of Marcus' innocent question. "Not well," was his response. Lucius took in a deep breath to center himself and then corrected his posture. Not one to take overly long to get to the point, Lucius didn't waste any more time in telling Marcus what was going on. "We lost our home, brother. To that bitch Vitellia." A cousin he'd never properly met in person prior to their court date. Another slow, controlled breath to calm his frustration. "I know we haven't had proper time to discuss everything, but you need to be familiar with the details. What questions do you have?" @Atrice
  9. Lucius wiped his face again, and shrugged agreement to Caecina's invitation for him to join her. "Sure, might as well," he said, and quickly closed the distance between them. He watched quietly as Astraea walked away to fulfill the request of her domina, and then let his eyes refocus on Caecina. "That I am, though for only a short while, I believe." Try as he might, Lucius couldn't entirely remember the last time he had sat with Caecina and spoken with her, just the two of them. He honestly wasn't sure they ever had. "And you... are here on leave from your lessons I presume?" He grinned slyly. @Echo
  10. Chris

    Ave Imperator!

    Looking over the brim of his cup, Quintus nodded. "Yes," he said, returning his now emptied cup to the slave, "Octavius has the gift of seeing space for great and impressive buildings where I only see slums." He chuckled, and then continued on to the point, which was Aulus' own ambitions. "Certainly the city could use a thermae... or some such. All new building projects are now passed through Octavius, but whatever it is you have in mind, give me the outline first and I'll make sure it gets approved." At the break, Quintus motioned for Aulus to follow him through the rear exit of the Aula Regia into the courtyard where they might enjoy the fresh weather as they talked. "So tell me, Aulus, what other ideas do you have in mind for your coming year?" @Sharpie
  11. JULY 74 CE Lucius was seething. Where others might turn to wine or other distractions in times of stress or frustration, Lucius had no such desires. Typically a calm and collected man outwardly, he was a man who battled his temper inwardly. More than a few times in his life had he wrestled with an utterly overwhelming surge of rage. This time was set to boil over anything that had come before. The trial was lost. He could not fathom it. He could not understand, or even bring himself to think of the minute details that brought his case crashing down. Was it particular wording he had used? Flawed logic in one of his arguments? He knew he should have paid more attention to lessons in law and legal recourse. As always, he had returned to the home of his mother-in-law, Flavia Juliana. The place he had spent all of his fortune to leave behind (not that he particularly disliked it). He was leaning over a table, his hands gripping firmly onto the sides and all of his weight pressing down on it. He was consciously telling himself to breathe slowly, to feel the air come in and attempt to exhale the poison building up inside of him. He needed a calm voice to speak with his brother. @Atrice
  12. Chris

    Ave Imperator!

    "Ah, Aulus Praetxtatus!" Quintus stood as he saw the figure of his ally enter the room. He matched the man's steps until near enough to him to extend a military hand shake. "Good of you to come. Wine?" He turned to a slave who, with near impeccable placement, was standing just a few feet away from them with a vase and cups in hand. Quintus went ahead and took his, and took a drink. "I trust the preparations for your campaign are in order?" Quintus of course backed Aulus' nomination as consul, and would see to it that the man took the chair of prominence in the coming year. Though Aulus was two decades younger than himself, Quintus considered him a strong ally, daresay a friend. It was no secret that Quintus was not a man to trust easily. For almost all of his life he had relied upon his own strength and cunning to advance his career and his station. But those few men who showed not only loyalty, but a consistent kind of loyalty.. those were the kind of men worth supporting. @Sharpie
  13. Another campaign to Britannia, and once again Lucius found himself at the villa of his mother-in-law's husband upon his return to Rome. It seemed that for all the changes in his life nothing had changed at all. Two places he couldn't get away from: Britannia, and the villa. Not that he particularly disliked the villa. It was as much 'home' to him as anywhere else considering the amount of time he had spent there. And of course his family was there - Junia, Marcus, Juliana - though they came and went. Then there was Tuscus who owned the estate, and his daughter Caecina. Tuscus, one of 'Caesar's men' seemed mostly to be away, or at least his terms of leave didn't overlap with Lucius'. Lucius had spoken with Caecina sparingly, and honestly hadn't paid her much attention. That particular day he had risen early and went for a run around the outskirts of the property. The morning air was chilly, but not so much as to keep him from breaking a sweat. He was wearing a simple tunic, a sort of dull brown in color with a wide black leather belt around his waist. When he at last returned to the villa proper, he had the choice to cut through the gardens or take the longer route around. He decided to cut through. His tunic had soaked up much of his sweat, showing in areas around his neck and arms, and his hair was a mess. He was not necessarily in any sort of formal condition to meet anyone, but as he walked - wiping the sweat from his eyes with a sleeve of his tunic - he saw from the corner of his vision a woman sitting to his left. Not expecting company, he stopped quickly to focus on the figure before realizing it was Caecina, not quite the child he remembered. He wasn't sure whether she even knew he was staying at the villa again... much less if she recognized him. So he thought to speak first. "Caecina," he said, and approached her with a grin. "What are you doing out here?" @Echo
  14. April 75 CE Quintus was growing tired of Rome. He was a restless man. Always had been. He supposed it was the Flavian blood of his father, and perhaps even some of his Cornelian ancestors, that pushed him to always rise to find new challenges to overcome, or enemies to conquer. Thanks to his brother Jullus, the German frontier was mostly placated. Britannia and the Danube were always active, but were more areas of controlled enforcement rather than conquest. The true enemy was building in the east, and no Roman had yet been successful in conquering the east. It was in his name to do so. However, as always there were matters to attend in the Eternal City. The commander of the Praetorians spoke with him that morning of matters to keep an eye on. Over a decade prior, Quintus had personally seen to the reorganization of the Praetorian Guard. He enacted stricter, more rigid rules for requirements to join the Guard, and rules for length of service. Well over half of the guard was replaced after he donned the name 'Caesar', all of whom were urged to accept Caesar's offer of an early retirement bonus and a plot of land in the provinces. Those who refused the offer were quietly imprisoned or executed for treason; those who accepted were let be. From that point on, Caesar had maintained a careful watch over the Guard, consistently transferring veterans loyal to him in and pulling others out. He also decided to place men he absolutely trusted as the commanders of the guard. The first was a man of German blood, whom had at various times in his life been an enemy to the Flavians, and a protector: Alaricus Aetius. The second was Lucius Marcius Tertullus, a cousin-in-law whom had supported Quintus' rise to power and fought bravely for him over the years. While he personally appointed the Prefects, he allowed the Prefects themselves to oversee the recruitment of new guards, according to the rules he set in place. In his experience the tribunes were the men to be wary of. They were hungry and self-centered. They looked down on centurions, and saw the Prefects above them as the end goal. But such men, if they were to ever become Prefect, wouldn't be satisfied. Such ambition knew no bounds. Clemens had shown all of the empire as much. As a result, Caesar also required regular inspections of the guard, to ensure all those serving were worthy of the prestige associated with their position. The most recent had brought with it interesting developments, which led to Caesar calling upon one tribune by the name of Titus Cornasidius Sabinus, whom had finally arrived. "Caesar!" The tribune stood at attention once within the Aula. Quintus waved his hand to tell the man to be at ease, and then motioned for him to step closer. "I have just recently spoken with a good friend of mine by the name of Aulus Praetextatus. You know him?" Sabinus nodded. "I am familiar with the name." "Indeed," Quintus said, and then took a long, calculated, quiet look at the tribune before him. "He seems to think highly of you." Sabinus spoke up. "I am pleased to hear that, Caesar." Quintus brought his hand back up, this time telling the man to hold his tongue. "I've known Praetextatus for a long time, now. I trust him. I trust his judgement and typically pay close attention to his recommendations... but I found it odd the way the conversation just popped up." With a quick motion, Quintus flung his fingers away from his body to mimic an explosion. "That he might suddenly have a care for the position of the Prefect of the Grains, or Prefect of Egypt itself." "You understand, Sabinus, that grain is the most important resource to our city. If its supply is impacted in any way, my job quickly becomes much more difficult. In years past, lesser men have attempted to use that knowledge to their advantage. All of them failed." Quintus stood and moved closer to the tribune. "You have served the empire well, from what Tertullus tells me - and he tells me many things. A term in Egypt, and Britannia. Yet, I have not once heard of your name until today. A pity, then, that the manner in which I hear of you is one that feeds suspicion. "I can see the ambition in that small grin you can't seem to take off your face. I'm sure even now you are thinking of how you can get ahead of whatever obstacle I throw out next." "Caesar, I--" Caesar stepped closer to cut Sabinus off, looking him straight in the eyes. "You are being reassigned to Egypt, resuming your former post beneath the Prefect. I don't trust you enough to place you in a place of such power. But, I do prefer to have men of ability working for me rather than against me. The choice is yours what you will do with this opportunity, but rest assured there are only two outcomes: More opportunity, or death. Now get out of here." Caesar waved his hands and turned his back on the tribune before another word could be said. After Sabinus had left, Quintus called over his secretary. "Write to Prefect Vitellius in Egypt that Tribune Sabinus is on his way." "Is that all, Dominus?" Quintus nodded. Vitellius already knew what to do.
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