http://spartan-blood.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spartan-blood.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-04-07 11:50 am

Log; Ongoing

When; April 7th; morning
Rating; PG-13 at the highest.
Characters; Leonidas [livejournal.com profile] spartan_blood, Octavius [livejournal.com profile] agustusoctavius, & anyone who is seriously interested in joining the army.
Summary; Leonidas and Octavius are recruiting for the army - time to show these guys what you can do, kiddies! Also, because of other major plottage going on today, this log/meetup is taking place in the morning, so as to prevent confusion.
Log;


The dew was still fresh on the grass and the leaves of the trees in the forest as the morning light caressed the clearing. A mist filtered through the trunks of trees, giving the place an ethereal look, and the chill spring air that would have made a normal man shiver was only a minor inconvenience to the Spartan and the Roman officer at his side. His senses were completely alert, and his blue eyes scanned the edge of the clearing, his grip on his spear firm, waiting for those who wished to join together in this common cause....or for an enemy to appear. Either one would not be unwelcome, and it would help him stretch his muscles.

Speaking of which....


"Octavius," Leonidas began, setting his heavy shield on the ground, "I am going to exercise. Care to join me?"

The Spartan king dropped to his stomach without even waiting for an answer, reaching out to grasp his shield. He dragged it across the grass towards him and managed to get it to sit on his back. Positioning himself, the king began to administer several push ups, the steel weight of his shield bearing down on him.

[identity profile] agustusoctavius.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Octavius was patient, despite his irritability. This army was something he was looking forward to. He stood tall and strong, next to the Spartan, his own spear gripped tightly to his side. When the man gave him an invitation, Octavius did not hesitate. After a nod, Octavius dropped to exercise as well, though he had no shield to use as Leonidas was.

[identity profile] needsmapquest.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Masaki had long been reading notices about an army on the network. At first, it seemed kind of lame to him but it hit him. He would be the only person from the future! So he left really early to be here. He knew he was going to get lost on the way but with two hours of buffer time, he'd make it.

The green haired boy showed up waving his hand, shouting to know one in particular. "Yo! Is this where I gotta be to help out?!"

[identity profile] ohmutelepath.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Nausicaa had left her apartment relatively early so as to arrive on time and enjoy her trip through the forest - she had been there just the day before with Lilie, but she could never tire of its beauty. It was a bit unfortunate that she had slept less than she needed to because of Ohma's ghost, since this was going to be a busy day - she had, after all, offered her help in rescuing the cult's victims as well. Alas, no matter what happened, she would endure.

She made her way through the forest without effort, enjoying the cool morning air, the scent and sounds of plants and animals around her. Without anything to disturb them, they were peaceful.

After a good hour's walk, she finally arrived at the clearing. A quick glance revealed three people to her. As she had only contacted Leonidas through the network, she was unsure which of them was him. Thus, she decided to introduce herself first, as was more polite as well.

Nausicaa took a few steps into the clearing and bowed curtly. "I am Nausicaa, and I have come in hopes of joining the army as a protector of the City's citizens." She paused shortly. "May I ask which one of you is Leonidas?"

[identity profile] german-beefcake.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was the timing of everything or perhaps Jeager was beginning to grow some guts. He walked over to Leonidas, his attitude changed dramatically from the last time the Spartan saw him. He wasn't as timid or nervous.. It was almost like a fire had awakened inside him.

The German stood there silently, hands at his sides and feet together, like a soldier, waiting for Leonidas to finish his work-out.

[identity profile] zx-silvermaiden.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Several people had arrived before Chris did. It made Chris conscious about the time - had she been late? Nevertheless, she marched up towards the man she recognized to be Leonidas and stood in wait for him to address them.

She was in her full Zexen armor (http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a239/Coinspinner/Junk/Chrislightfellow01.jpg). He had instructed they come armed and equipped with whatever they would need and she had heeded that instruction. In addition to being in full armor, and armed with her sword, she had brought some necessities. There wasn't much; she merely brought food and drinks - if someone were to be injured (and she hoped none of them would require drastic attention), there was basic first aid and if it proved to be fatal, her rune.

She was set.

[identity profile] beast-at-bay.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Gatts placed his sword and knapsack on the ground, then his cloak, armor, and his mechanical arm. Joints popped and cracked as he stretched, the sinews in his neck standing out like whips under his skin.

"You got a regiment for us to follow, or are we to do our own?" he asked, kneeling to where Leonidas was.

Re: And the speeches start....

[identity profile] beast-at-bay.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I want to fight. If the city is protected on account of that, then fine. I just don't want my skills to languish while I'm here."

[identity profile] bright-shield.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
At the sound of the older man's voice-- Leonidas?--, Riou quietly slipped to the edge of the clearing that he had been observing. Not as many here as he had been lead to believe would come, and nearly none of the ones he had been waiting for. Perhaps they were too entangled with the upcoming raid on the Red God who had been recently terrorizing and kidnapping the citizens of the city. Or had Aldo been hurt more than he had assumed?

For the moment, Riou was content to simply watch and gather information.

Re: And the speeches start....

[identity profile] ohmutelepath.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Nausicaa had to admit, in her innermost self, that she was a bit taken aback at Leonidas' authoritarian attitude. Being a Princess and, well, herself, she was used to being in command and making decisions on her own volition. She wasn't sure if she would be getting along with this, but she was willing to try. Her expression never wavered, and she looked Leonidas in the eye as she spoke.

"That is correct."

Re: And the speeches start....

[identity profile] agustusoctavius.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Gaius...Octavius

Octavius, after seeing Leonidas stand, did so as well. He'd been doing that a lot, it seemed, but it didn't matter. Right now the only thing that was supposed to be on his mind was the army and recruiting for it.

Five people. Only two more than had showed up the last time he'd tried to recruit. Pathetic.

Octavius muttered something in return, but it was so quite it probably wouldn't have been understood anyway. After the recent happenings in the city, the Roman was in no mood to put up with anything, really. And things weren't exactly going their way.

Octavius nodded as he was introduced, eyeing the five that stood before them, and praying to himself that more would show up.

[identity profile] ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com 2007-04-08 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Having run into a little trouble with one of the forest's mutated animals (jumped by a spidery-bear thing), Jan was running late.

Moved quickly as he could thru the trees without looking like potential prey. Coming to the edge of meeting spot, heard Leonidas growling about lateness and the punishment for it.

Shit