Honorable Men

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Introduction

bring back the old republic

the Rome I fell in love with!

join us the hour draws nearer

tyranny dies with Caesar!

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: the Roman conspirators are back to haunting the narrative, and now, you can join them!

: ask Cassius, Cinna or Casca any questions, and they will write letters with their response!

: or call out for Tillius “Metellus” Cimber, Trebonius or Decius Brutus!

: though you won’t find Brutus here; Cassius doesn’t like to talk about him

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: a few things to make note of

: mod is a minor

: no nsfw asks

: no homo / transphobia, ableism, racism … -> just don’t be rude

: all roleplay / ask blogs are welcome to interact

: have fun!

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: these conspirators are based on Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar but there will be references to their history

: their personalities are a mix of Shakespeare’s interpretation of them, my own, and the interpretation in the Caesar musical by Grace Yurchuk

: the conspirators will either answer through letters (asks) or as their ghosts (reblogs / interactions)

: *you can choose to travel back to any time in any of the conspirators’ lives if you’d like to interact with them that way, but you will have to let me know which time

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asks open!

[ask-your-darling-king]

Wherever the king was, shiver lept up his spine. Though, for many, reasoning could be uncertain, this time it was made blatantly clear. By his vision, a ghastly figure seemed to appear not more than a few steps ahead of him, always staying that way, no matter how he moved. One could’ve expected this to be a matter of insanity, yet the spirit spoke with shocking clarity. 

“A king? What next do you bore like Saturn’s rings? Such a folly fool you are, pretending to be a martyr. Tell me then, what course against those revolutionaries do you think you’ve chartered?” 

<< Cassius is teleported to George’s whereabouts, also sorry for the way he talks lol >>

@bring-back-the-old-rep

< oh dear Lord time for mod to match your freak literature instead of silly king writing >

The king stared at the partially translucent figure infront of him. He was used to these such things, at this point, but this seemed much more... Real, in some ways. Who was this being, and what in God's name is he trying to work at? He stepped back, instinctively, though, it stayed the same exact distance away then before he moved. Useless, then.

“Pardon..?”

To anyone else, he would be much more offended by this jest, but this being was.. Intimidating.

< did I match your freak enough? /silly ALSO dww I will figure out how to decode his stupid riddles <33 /nm >

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

<< my “freak literature” lmao you don’t need to match my freak literature; and if you need help understanding his goofy ahh riddles lemme know! >>

The spirit stared simply back at him. Unmoving, unblinking . . . unnatural.

“You heard. Do not lie or claim ignorance, for we hear every word. You declare love yet wage war. Constantly, it seems, you ask for more. Have you no shame? Is everything done all for the love of the game? Must many more die on distrustful land? How long till you fall by that General’s hand?”

[eleutheria4ever]

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

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DECIUS BRUTUS

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METELLUS CIMBER

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TREBONIUS

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CASCA

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CINNA

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CASSIUS

[thegrinningghost]

“A Statue . . . ?”

I made some art for my rp blog @bring-back-the-old-rep

This here statue is basically what every conspirator’s ghost looks like. I imagine they’re less of ghosts and more statues come alive. Though they can appear more ghastly, sometimes, it just takes more energy.

I also doodled little things that I felt were kind of their aesthetic/vibe:

Anywho, I’m working on figuring out where exactly they’re at in the timeline of events. When they’re alive, I mean. So far their only interactions have been when they’ve been dead for thousands of years.

Anyway, back to my point: I think it’s around the storm scene. Probably right after Cassius’ speech and a little before Casca starts freaking out over how many bad omens there are (it’s called nature bro).

But yeah, wanted to share these doodles. I might create moodboards or something for the conspirators later, but until then, remember that here on my main I take writing requests and your favorite roman conspirators are always eager to answer your asks.

Happy scrolling!

[ask-your-general-lee]

{ a spirit springs forth from the darkest depths of the afterlife }

Ho, wayward soul. Do not be vexed with horror. As I have just left the patrol, only to find you in, lest I say, decontrol. Hear: the spirits are quite the rumourers.  

May it be in your favor, my aid is for forever. I always trust my friends, and in turn, they always trust in me. For I may think too much, but that does not hinder me from being clever. They do say my plans are always quite freeing.

@bring-back-the-old-rep

A spirit..?

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

Indeed, that is how I could be named.

Although I imagine you’re not familiar with us. Our actions were cause for much the blame. Alas, things are not as they seem. We were not quite so treasonous.

Do not take my mumblings as more than that. An honorable man, you are, that I would like to learn more about. So, if Saturn is at our will, let us have a chat. You can trust me—and I can trust you?—no doubt.

[therealaaronburr1836]

The oracles are laughinh at you

If this is your way of saying that I should have listened to the bad omens- then yes. You are right.

-A.Burr (Your President.)

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[theodosiabartow]

Lovely Theodosia, I write with only the best of intentions. I do hope your husband’s passing does not blind you, as there are certainly joyous bounties you have yet to find. 

If you ever need someone to speak with or a place to get away, simply come find me. I’m never quite busy.

— Trebonius —

// @bring-back-the-old-rep //

Greetings, Trebonius!

My relationship with my husband wasn't ideal at times, therefore I am not doing too badly. I have been kept busy with the funeral preparations, but I have found the time to contact some friends once again, and I am already planning what to do in the future. However, if I ever need company, I will surely take up on your offer. I hope you too are aware you can come find me whenever you need, for I would love to spend time with a gentleman such as you. <3

My deepest regards,

Theodosia Bartow

[ask-the-man-from-monticello]

A new one?

What is it with you all? Always retelling and reiterating and repeating. Can you not stay out of the frame at all? You simply must keep telling the tragedy of all this bleeding?

Well, friendly Jefferson, what is it that causes you to come ‘round again?

@bring-back-the-old-rep

(hope you don’t mind a little out-of-era rp interaction? btw it’s Casca who is asking this to Jefferson)

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠.. 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑡.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 (𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒) 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦?

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ "𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝐽𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛?"

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑢𝑛.

-𝑇. 𝐽𝑒𝑓𝑓

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

Hun? What is that.

In any case, being nice is not something that you can have done. You are friendly, sometimes, and odd; also quite the tomcat. Alas, that is all I can come up with in regards to describing you.

And indeed, I am rightly happy with that answer, not much thanks due to you.

— Casca 🌖

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

🪽Panic attack🪽

(Open Starter)

After Astoria and Simon left, everyone was upset, that was a given. Paris in the other hand, he was trying to keep it together as best he could, doing the camp activities and everything.

Today he had gone swimming, but after he came back he was taking forever in his cabin to change, so you decided to check on him.

You saw him in the shower laying against the wall, loose feathers scattered around on the ground, he was still in his swimming trunks. His hand was over his chest and he was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating.

The water was freezing cold but he was sat there letting it hit him.

He was just staring at the wall, wide eyed, you couldn’t really tell if he was crying or if it was just the water.

That’s when you notice something weird, his hair was black, it wasn’t just wet hair, no, it was pitch black, and as you focused more you realized so were his eyes.

Tag list:

@just-another-spell @defect-child-of-eros @make-no-promisess @the-young-prankster @nightmares-again @/anyone else

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ there’s a quick gasp, leading you to glance at a ghastly figure, shielding their eyes from looking at you further }

“Swift child, what causes you such dismay? Why do you hide? Is it a debt to be payed, or has someone, perhaps, died?”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris just keeps panicking

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“No answer is needed, I suppose.”

{ the figure sits down, still shielding their own eyes. they don’t come any closer, though they do make a hesitant offer of comfort }

“Truthfully I am not strongest in support, although it is how I spent most of my life. Of course, that does not mean that I do not care. If you need aid or comfort in your strife … well, I am here, not there.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris held his hand out

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ he reaches his own hand out yet hesitates at touching Paris’ hand with his own }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris was still breathing rapidly. Paris looked up at him, tears in his eyes

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ slowly they wrap their arms around Paris. it’s a cold feeling, but the action is perhaps enough }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris cries into their shoulder

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Everything will be okay. You’ll feel better by the end of the day.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

“I-im Paris…” he says through sniffles

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Paris. A lovely name indeed. A name I am familiar with.”

{ he freezes for a split second, debating before whispering }

“I am Cinna—Lucius Cornealius Cinna—and I conspired against Julius Caesar.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

After a bit Paris calms down and looks up at him “like, ‘Et tu, Brute’? That Julius Caesar?”

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ for once the spirit cracks a smile and removes his hands from covering his eyes }

“Et tu, Brute?’ Where have you heard that? . . . But yes. That Julius Caesar.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

“I-i read it…”

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Read? I hadn’t thought that our lives would have been recounted by historians, much less peak any interest . . .”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

🪽Panic attack🪽

(Open Starter)

After Astoria and Simon left, everyone was upset, that was a given. Paris in the other hand, he was trying to keep it together as best he could, doing the camp activities and everything.

Today he had gone swimming, but after he came back he was taking forever in his cabin to change, so you decided to check on him.

You saw him in the shower laying against the wall, loose feathers scattered around on the ground, he was still in his swimming trunks. His hand was over his chest and he was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating.

The water was freezing cold but he was sat there letting it hit him.

He was just staring at the wall, wide eyed, you couldn’t really tell if he was crying or if it was just the water.

That’s when you notice something weird, his hair was black, it wasn’t just wet hair, no, it was pitch black, and as you focused more you realized so were his eyes.

Tag list:

@just-another-spell @defect-child-of-eros @make-no-promisess @the-young-prankster @nightmares-again @/anyone else

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ there’s a quick gasp, leading you to glance at a ghastly figure, shielding their eyes from looking at you further }

“Swift child, what causes you such dismay? Why do you hide? Is it a debt to be payed, or has someone, perhaps, died?”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris just keeps panicking

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“No answer is needed, I suppose.”

{ the figure sits down, still shielding their own eyes. they don’t come any closer, though they do make a hesitant offer of comfort }

“Truthfully I am not strongest in support, although it is how I spent most of my life. Of course, that does not mean that I do not care. If you need aid or comfort in your strife … well, I am here, not there.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris held his hand out

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ he reaches his own hand out yet hesitates at touching Paris’ hand with his own }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris was still breathing rapidly. Paris looked up at him, tears in his eyes

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ slowly they wrap their arms around Paris. it’s a cold feeling, but the action is perhaps enough }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris cries into their shoulder

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Everything will be okay. You’ll feel better by the end of the day.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

“I-im Paris…” he says through sniffles

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Paris. A lovely name indeed. A name I am familiar with.”

{ he freezes for a split second, debating before whispering }

“I am Cinna—Lucius Cornealius Cinna—and I conspired against Julius Caesar.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

After a bit Paris calms down and looks up at him “like, ‘Et tu, Brute’? That Julius Caesar?”

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ for once the spirit cracks a smile and removes his hands from covering his eyes }

“Et tu, Brute?’ Where have you heard that? . . . But yes. That Julius Caesar.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

🪽Panic attack🪽

(Open Starter)

After Astoria and Simon left, everyone was upset, that was a given. Paris in the other hand, he was trying to keep it together as best he could, doing the camp activities and everything.

Today he had gone swimming, but after he came back he was taking forever in his cabin to change, so you decided to check on him.

You saw him in the shower laying against the wall, loose feathers scattered around on the ground, he was still in his swimming trunks. His hand was over his chest and he was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating.

The water was freezing cold but he was sat there letting it hit him.

He was just staring at the wall, wide eyed, you couldn’t really tell if he was crying or if it was just the water.

That’s when you notice something weird, his hair was black, it wasn’t just wet hair, no, it was pitch black, and as you focused more you realized so were his eyes.

Tag list:

@just-another-spell @defect-child-of-eros @make-no-promisess @the-young-prankster @nightmares-again @/anyone else

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ there’s a quick gasp, leading you to glance at a ghastly figure, shielding their eyes from looking at you further }

“Swift child, what causes you such dismay? Why do you hide? Is it a debt to be payed, or has someone, perhaps, died?”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris just keeps panicking

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“No answer is needed, I suppose.”

{ the figure sits down, still shielding their own eyes. they don’t come any closer, though they do make a hesitant offer of comfort }

“Truthfully I am not strongest in support, although it is how I spent most of my life. Of course, that does not mean that I do not care. If you need aid or comfort in your strife … well, I am here, not there.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris held his hand out

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ he reaches his own hand out yet hesitates at touching Paris’ hand with his own }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris was still breathing rapidly. Paris looked up at him, tears in his eyes

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

{ slowly they wrap their arms around Paris. it’s a cold feeling, but the action is perhaps enough }

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

Paris cries into their shoulder

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Everything will be okay. You’ll feel better by the end of the day.”

[annoying-child-of-love-god]

“I-im Paris…” he says through sniffles

[bring-back-the-old-rep]

“Paris. A lovely name indeed. A name I am familiar with.”

{ he freezes for a split second, debating before whispering }

“I am Cinna—Lucius Cornealius Cinna—and I conspired against Julius Caesar.”