video • id: legionare

[legionare]

[ max isn’t big on typing — the device feels fragile and small in his hands and hitting the right places is an exercise in frustration, really — but the voice and video functions are similar enough to some of the things that can be achieved by furycrafting that they seem almost familiar. so here he is on the network, still in full uniform, looking very much like a roman soldier straight out of a history book, for those who have romans in their history books. (to those who know clark kent, he might also look like a younger version of clark pretending to be a roman.) ]

Can’t say I really understand what furycrafting’s gotten me here and I do have to get back, but while I’m here —

[ his posture and expression might have been professional until now, fit for a legionare, but here he grins, something rakish and wide. ] Where’s the nearest bar? Any recommendations for food or drink?

[ a moment later, he sobers again. in more quiet tones, he adds: ] Calderon, if you’re here as well, come find me.

Comments

[yorkist]

Is that a soldier's title, my lord—or does it hold a different meaning altogether?

( It is honest, which is something she can appreciate more than she would admit (which is not at all, at present.) Simply because so many she has known have been false. After a moment, she returns the smile, though her own is one of gentle amusement for the time being. )

I fear not! Would you grant me the pleasure of rectifying that matter?

[legionare]

A soldier's. And if you call me lord, I'll end up thinking you're talking to someone else. [ his father, maybe. his half-brother. not him, though. max holds no title. max isn't even a citizen. he's the illegitimate son of a high lord, but that doesn't mean anything other than that he's a bastard.

but he still says it with a grin and a wink, lest she feel that he's rebuking her. ]

I'm not sure where I'd start. It's just a normal place to me and this is the weird one.

[yorkist]

Ah, please forgive me, then! Formality is as a bad habit here for me, it seems. ( Whether he be legitimate or not bears no weight upon just how comely she finds him to be. (Very.)

With good-humour, she allows her smile to grow warmer, even when her grip slips upon his arm so that she ends up holding his wrist, instead. )

There, we can most definitely agree. This place is far more advanced compared to what I am accustomed to.

( Meeting his eyes, she continues to smile. ) It is a good change of scenery.