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Post by Quirinus on Dec 1, 2014 20:29:21 GMT -8
The gentle gurgling of the Tiber filled the Between where Quirinus walked. He wandered along its banks, non-existent and mere fantasy of his mind as they were, and all around him the empty city stood. Quirinus was rarely distracted by prayers or duties upon the mortal realm any more, and perhaps the empty city he created by his mind was empty because of that. For mortal Rome was still aflutter with a million souls or more, all clambering and careening through the mad dash of mortal existence. But here Quirinus had made a Rome which was deathly quiet, but it was still Rome… the God still cared despite all; how could he not, Quirinus mused, after all Rome was his creation and his to protect, her people and her citizenship his to guard and purify.
“A man may forget his duty but a god does not.” Quirinus said quietly to no one.
So wandering amid the noiseless city that was his along the river which had existed before even himself Quirinus pondered. For once his thoughts were not upon his return to pre-eminence and the restoration to his people of the Rome of which he had dreamed, created, and protected. But instead upon the eerie event which had shook the whole of the Between, a scream which no mortal or immortal seemingly could have made and which had literally shook the Between – and still echoed. But his thoughts were stopped by the sensation of someone else in this corner of the Between.
Quirinus was not concerned, with the great conceit of a god who was older than even the domain and city for which he served as guardian and guide, he walked on. Taking a small pause in his even steps to straighten up his appearance, looking every inch like the personification of Rome that he was, Quirinus walked on along the bank.
Some may have sought out the company, whether out of fear or curiosity, but Quirinus though he never balked at some conversation similarly thought it unseemly to go seeking it out like some puppy desperate for a playmate. Others may have retreated to some other part of the Between, again because of fear or perhaps desiring solitude, but once more Quirinus saw no need for this. So on Quirinus meandered perhaps he would meet this other presence, or perhaps he would not, it mattered not to him. |
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Post by faelan on Dec 1, 2014 21:38:13 GMT -8
It was an unwelcome change to the serenity of the Between. In the corners she had been lurking for so much time, long lost to the mortals below as society moved forward. Technology had become their gods now, and the powerful beings they had once worshiped seemed but legend and fairy-tail now; whispers of a long and gone civilization dubbed savage by modern spoken words. Faelan sneered at the thought, and grew uncomfortable in this new mirage. She knew this all too well, and while it had been centuries since their occupation of her people's land the wounds still felt so fresh.
Rome, and it's pitiful deities had always left a bad taste in her mouth.
Along the shadows of this abandoned city she stalked much like the animals she represented. Silently along the walls her shadow would creep, and the sword in her hand more than ready to strike at any unfriendly being. Faelan could sense the presence of another the longer she resided and explored; a deity she was more than unfamiliar with. But then again, Fae often took to the solidarity of the wilderness rather than the confined concrete maze. They felt more like cages, and more often than not Faelan had to wonder why humans would wish to reside in such places. But that was a thought for another time.
Around a corner she skulked, body pressed close to the wall as if they could hide her completely. Her pale colored eyes caught glimpse of the presence--a male deity walking along the calm banks of the river. He seemed disinterested from what she could tell, apathetic maybe even bored? The expression was hard to see upon his face, and the longer she stared the harder he was to place. She'd heard and seen many in her endless years of roaming the Between and Mortal plains of Earth, but never had she had a run in with the likes of this one. For what ever reason, on this rare occasion curiosity had been piqued. She straightened herself upright, leaning against a stone pillar at the entrance of the once grandiose city. A ghostly smirk played across her lips, almost non existent to the eye and her hand rested at the hilt of her sheathed weapon. Along her back was strung a bow and quiver full of flint arrows. If this stranger made a single wrong move, she was more than ready.
"Are you the one who has created this atrocity?" She speaks aloud finally, glancing up at the crumbling pillar at her side "It should be burned to end it's suffering" She mocks, almost sarcastically with out care. For why should she show remorse to those who belonged to a Pantheon that once threatened hers?
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Post by Quirinus on Dec 1, 2014 22:53:04 GMT -8
Quirinus turned and gazed at last at the god who had wondered into the Between which he had fashioned according to his will. She was a wild thing, tall and boisterous, her knotted hair marked her as a German – how could any god of Rome not know the people which had threatened the city so greatly? His eyes looked at the notched arrow that the goddess aimed at him, he quirked a brow and shook his head. Gathering up the toga which hung upon his frame perfectly Quirinus spoke in his gentle tones,
“Do you suppose that would do me harm here?”
Full of bluster and rage as always these German gods. Quirinus had little interaction with them truth be told, by the time Rome encountered them his place in the pantheon was already passing, and it was the newer gods which had marched with the legions then. But despite all that when the Germans marched on Rome, when their Gods and the newer Roman gods battled he had watched and defended the city.
Quirinus had not moved, standing motionless as the statues that once were built in his honour, studying his fellow closely he watched how every sight she took in enraged her more. But not abstractly, no her rage was personal and so Quirinus wondered at her origins. He followed her gaze to the pillar next to her, and he smiled and with a flick of his wrist the pillar and the entire city vanished.
The pair now stood next to the cleaner and brighter Tiber, and among green fields and trees. Gesturing around him Quirinus spoke,
“This was how I found it, a few small and scattered tribes without a vision of anything more, and from that I fashioned a city which was poetry made real. A city against which all others are measured. I am Quirinus, I am Rome.”
At her mocking tone he did not grimace, he did not rage, there was not a trace of anger upon his features – indeed truthfully there was none in him. With a gentle sigh he added,
“I don’t disagree, what she is now is not what I had willed and Romans no longer call themselves Quirites… it has been a long time since then.” Other gods may have gotten vain and proud with the changing times, some aped their long lost glory, and some would posture like the days of old. But Quirinus was not such a god, for he had never been born of a truly mortal thought, no he had truly come into his own as the deity of many, the deity of a concept, of a dream, of a city.
“And you my dear?” He enquired after his companion at last, up until now he may have been monologue – not that he had noticed. |
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