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[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

For Antony, it hasn't been hardly any time at all, though for Milliways it has been three years since he has come in from this particular point in his timeline--during Caesar's civil war, remaining behind to command the troops in Italy while Caesar pursues Pompey's legions elsewhere.

In any event, it is a well-rested but restless Roman general who strides into the bar this evening, in his finest leather armor. He doesn't like being left behind while Caesar goes off to fight. He's a soldier, not a statesman--but if he can't fight, he can at least keep in practice with his drinking and carousing.

Totally botherable. In a reasonably good mood, even.

[open all weekend!][ooc: this Antony is from s1e5 of Rome]

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[goauld_theif]

Vala strode into the bar looking rather worried and relieved. But pigtailed and wearing her favorite BDU's. She plopped down in a comfy over stuffed chair near the Roman.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Women from other times and places, and their strange styles--but he's always preferred the exotic, rather than the sorts of things one can see anywhere in Rome. Which is to say, she gets an appreciative look.

[goauld_theif]

Vala notices said look and looks pleased with herself. Of course this warrants the warmest of smiles and a twirling of her hair around a finger.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

"The gods have blessed us," he says, picking a cup of wine up from the bar, "with such a radiant vision here this evening. Truly fortunate, indeed."

[goauld_theif]

"Right, gods," said Vala with a grin, "I've found that 'gods' rarely have good intentions."

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

"It depends on which gods," he says. "I've met some here who were gracious--but it's still best to stay on their good sides. Be respectful, offer the appropriate sacrifices, all of that."

Also courage and charm. He's been getting by on those for a very long time, and the gods (or at least the goddesses) he has met here seem duly impressed.

[goauld_theif]

"Right," she said moving over patting the arm of the chair, "But what if I told you that in my world the 'gods' were just parasites and ascended beings pretending to be gods?"

[theantisuit.livejournal.com]

Mozzie looks over at the man.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Antony looks back.

Sometimes he likes to play a little game in his head, guessing where unfamiliar people are from. Most often, it seems, the answer is either Britain or somewhere far across the sea. Even style of clothing doesn't help him much with guessing.

[theantisuit.livejournal.com]

Mozzie nods, he has to wonder if this guy is in costume or really from the era.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

If it's just a costume, it's a very, very good one; quality like that doesn't come cheap. He's also got the right build for it, but if a man has the resources to buy an outfit like that, he'd probably want to go all the way on presentation.

"Evening, citizen," he says, and picks a cup of wine off the bar.

[killitwithfire]

"Yo." It's a friendly sort of greeting, accompanied by an equally friendly wave.

Sure they've never met before, but that hasn't stopped Axel yet.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Friendly is good.

Friendliness from strangers may make him a little wary back home--especially with a civil war going on; a friendly greeting sometimes hides a dagger--but here, there's no need to worry.

"Greetings, citizen," he says with a smile and a nod.

[killitwithfire]

Axel laughs a little.

"Citizen? Been a long time since I've been a citizen of anywhere," he replies.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

"No?" he says. "A soldier, then? Or a traveler?"

There may be other categories, but those are the only ones he knows, besides slave. And this man doesn't seem like a slave.

[killitwithfire]

"Bit of each, you could say," he replies with a wry smile. Though it's more like 'assassin and spy' than soldier, but hey, who's counting?

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

"Better a soldier and traveler than a soldier stuck at home," he says.

He's not bitter about his situation. A little annoyed, maybe, but Caesar has his reasons, he's sure.

[killitwithfire]

"I dunno, at home at least y'don't have t'worry about so many people tryin' t'kill you," Axel points out. "Case in point: this is home. I can count on one hand the number of times people've tried t'kill me here."

...though the rules and Security don't hurt.

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

By way of relaxing, Sonya's talked Bar into giving her what started as a dirty M14 rifle, similar to the one she has back home-or maybe it is the same one. Along with it is a rag and some linseed oil.

The bullets are blanks, but that's not the point. All she's really doing is taking it apart and cleaning it. The movements are precise but don't require much thought, and it would suck if she fell out of knowing how to take care of fire arms just because she's stuck here.

A female soldier with a firearm-the epitamy of what could either be a guy's dream or nightmare.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Antony may not know anything about rifles, but it has an unmistakable weapon feel to it; and besides that, Sonya has a definite soldier aura. Not like the women of the Gauls, who might sometimes go into battle--no, more like proper Roman career soldiers.

He can respect that, and so he raises his cup of wine by way of salute.

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

Funny he should think that, Sonya is actually a career soldier.

She doesn't have a drink with her, but seeing the roman soldier (and she thought Marguerite was from an early time) raise his cup to her, she sets the rag down and gives him a small salute.

Military protocal sticks after all. While she's familiar with Roman warfare and stradgy, she's not all that familar on their markings of rank and if he happened to be an officer-odds are he outranked her: 1st lieutenant may be an officer rank, but it was still a fairly low one.

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

His armor fits well and looks well-made; he's probably not one of the rank-and-file.

He gets himself a pear to go with the wine, and strolls on over to get a better look at what she's doing.

"Tending your weapon, soldier?"

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

"Just because I'm stuck here doesn't mean I'm allowed to forget." Would be rather careless of her if she did.

She stood up at attention: he may've not been from her country or time period, but he was from Earthrealm and the US Military did take inspiration from their tactics, besides it did feel good to fall back into habit.

"Lieutenant Sonya Blade, United States Army Special Forces."

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

"We must all keep up our training," he agrees. "I was here for quite some time, a while ago, and as the days went by, I found that I missed sparring. A fine thing it would be to go soft here, and end up killed as soon as you return home."

He actually tends to train harder here than he does at home, probably because here he doesn't actually go to war. There are no other outlets for him.

"Mark Antony, general, and tribune of the people of Rome. A pleasure to meet you."

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

For all Sonya knew, he could've been the Mark Antony from the history books, or just a coincidence (which she actually doubted from her experience).

"Most warring from my time is done at a distance, but most if not all servicemen are taught how to fight just incase."

Actually, she did miss having a sparring partner. Training was all well and good, but not actually sparring with someone made her still feel out of practice.