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"Honestly, this is ridiculous."

"Says the man in the skirt." He muttered, pulling up a pair of stockings over his legs. "Come on then, suit up."

"Get in line." He rolled his eyes. "If you want to get past the bouncers you’ll wear em."

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"Can't I just wear pants?" Nothus crossed his arms. "I don't want to wear those."

"Are you even trying?"

"Sh-Shut up!!" Nothus huffed, trying to hold himself up on the body by just his hands and arms. His limbs shook from the strain and he finally fell off the smooth metal pole. "This is stupid and hard."

"Honestly, this is ridiculous."

"Says the man in the skirt." He muttered, pulling up a pair of stockings over his legs. "Come on then, suit up."

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"I'm not wearing them." He grinned. "Id' much rather see you in them."

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"Get down from there right now!"

"Come here right now!"

"Do it again, and this time do it properly."

"Do you think that’s acceptable?"

"Honestly, this is ridiculous."

"Are you even trying?"

"Did you try?"

"What a pathetic attempt!"

"Poor effort, try again."

"This is unacceptable."

"I need to see you in my office, now."

"How dare you?!"

"What a sorry excuse for a report!"

"Clean? You call this clean?"

"This is revolting, I’d rather eat out of a urinal."

"If this is coffee why does it tastes like piss?"

"I want this all done by 2 o’clock."

"Don’t be late."

"That’s no excuse."

"I won’t allow it."

"I refuse."

"I’m revoking your privileges."

"If you’re late, consider yourself out of the job."

"If you fail this mission, don’t even bother coming back."

"If you fail this assignment, you might as well drop out."

"Get a grip of yourself."

He breathed hard and fast, nearly hyperventilating as he wiped the blood from his face, looking down at the bits of human brain splattered across his chest. “Oh god. I’m going to be sick.”

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"Calm down." Nothus sighed, ripping off the scarf around his mouth to toss to Peppe. "Clean yourself up and stay quiet. There's probably more Fiends around, and I'd rather not call down the masses on us at once."

"You must be the Centurion no one likes to talk about." Nothus smirked, canting his hip to the side. "I wonder why that is."

"Hmph. Of course. Everyone know me. They jealous.” He looked the man up and down. “Who you?”

"Oh…I like it! Nice color!" Cheese really wanted to touch Nothus’ hair too. His hand twitched, but he forced himself not to. He was reminded of his past experiences touching legionnaires, mostly ones with cute doggy hats. Or adorable faces…he was known to pinch a cheek or two like an old lady would. It never ended well.

He didn’t want to make the man angry so he just smiled instead.

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"Yeah?" Nothus let himself smile. Oh, he was cute. Stupid. But really cute. And the ginger could work with that. Like soft clay. And if he was anything like the rumors said, he'd have himself a fine bodyguard soon.

Taking Cheese by the wrist, he put the hand on his mess of red hair. "You like it, huh? It's kinda like grass, all messy."

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“Is that git waving at us?” Reginald muttered to Arnold, who nodded.

“It appears to be so. Let us see what he wants. You’re still wrong,though.”

Reginald rolled his eyes and took lead on marching over to the man, looking down at the firewood, then back up at him. "Need help’r something? Do ya know how to build a fire?" He chuckled but waved it off. “Neh. Whatcha need?”

Arnie loomed beside him, staying quiet but observant.

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"I'm all out of matches," Nothus said with a shrug. "Give me a hand, and I'll repay you with... I don't know, meat or something." He grinned. "Unless you want something else, of course."

His mossy green eyes fell on Arnie, and his grin widened. "Don't be shy."

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William was not far off, heading to the Camp after several days out in the wastes. He still had his helmet on, when he spotted a motion in a nearby building. He brought his sniper to his eye, looking through the scope to see a scantily clad leg disappearing into window on the second floor, overlooking the camp.

Grumbling, he put his sniper away and drew his pistol instead, walking towards the building. “I will give you to the count of five to show yourself!” He called, muffled and robotic through his mask.

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Nothus rolled his eyes. NCR dogs. Wonderful. He dropped down from his perch carefully. The Bear men were stupid and full of 'nobility'. Generally they saw a weaponless Legionnaire and assumed he was unarmed.

They usually found their necks crushed between the man's thighs.

He lifted his hands. "I'm unarmed, dog. Not a threat."

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The Legate simply watched, as he often did. Though despite the lack of immediate aggression, his presence was overwhelming. He listened, body leaning forward along with the weapon in his grasp, shoulder now pressed against it as his grip around the hilt grew tighter to show interest in the subject at hand.

He wanted action, he wanted war. They all did. Lanius did.

The free hand that had been previously pressed against the top of the butchers thigh slid forward, the heel of his armoured palm now pressed firmly into a shallow ridge just before his knee. It was like he was asking the veteran to continue without the use of words, to tell him more—to convince him. He wasn’t certain if the man had come here on his own accord or not, and that was something he needed to to know before continuing. Was it at the behest of Caesar? Or was this his own proactive way of reaching for something more?

“And you have come to me—” A wise choice, really. “—seeking to remedy that?”

Nothus took notice of the squeeze. Lanius wasn't angry, he hoped, he was interested. Looks like the veteran wasn't the only restless soul here. Good, he could use that to his advantage. Nothuing furthered your cause like someone suffering from the same problem.

"Yes, domine," Nothus said, his tone sweet and catering. Hell, Lanius was probably used to it. He took a step forward, showing his desire and his warrior's spirit in the simple movement. "There is already so much on our Lord Caesar's shoulders. Why not approach his Legate?" He inclined his head. "Call it childish behavior, but I couldn't let the fear of possible punishment for approaching you stop me from better serving the Legion."

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"You got a little blood on your cheek."

"It appears to be so." He muttered, wiping it off his face. "Is there a reason you were staring at me?

"Si, Spanish." He growled. "And I am not religious. If you’re going to insist on sitting here and testing my patience the least you could do is go find some fucking dry wood to start a fire with."

Nothus sighed and stood up, clicking his tongue in irritation. "You need to work on those people skills." He smirked over his shoulder at the man and turned sharply, his gladiator's skirt swishing in the movement as he headed off in search of wood for the fire.

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"You must be the Centurion no one likes to talk about." Nothus smirked, canting his hip to the side. "I wonder why that is."

"Hmph. Of course. Everyone know me. They jealous.” He looked the man up and down. “Who you?”

"Yes, Cheese!" He grinned. "Oh! Thank you!" He did love it when people complimented him, especially on his hair. He leaned slightly as the man touched his mohawk so he could reach it better. A lot of people who took pride in their hair probably hated when others touched it, but he didn’t really mind. This guy was nice.

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Oh, well, wasn't he just compliant. Nothus certainly wasn't complaining, he liked compliant people. It made using them a lot easier. And this Cheese fellow certainly was a prime target. Big, and stupid.

And attractive. But that was just a bonus.

"Mine's much too short," he continued, pulling off his veteran's helmet to reveal the short messy of ginger hair. With the goggles and helmet out of the way, it was much easier to see that, assuming the part of his face obscured by the scarf was similar, his entirely was splotched in tiny freckles. "See? Really short, and really thin."

"You got a little blood on your cheek."

"It appears to be so." He muttered, wiping it off his face. "Is there a reason you were staring at me?

He rolled his eyes. He hated people who asked too many questions. “Lots of practice. Don’t you have somewhere to like, be? Other than out here bothering me, pajero?”

Another sigh. “Yes. They are not as good as the meat, obviously, or more people would eat them.”