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@reapergarlebun
New RP blog for Cassius tol Sarvas, former Garlean Tribunus now turned Warrior of Light, and his companion voidsent Esseia
Private, independent and selective, as written by Nay. Sideblog to @aetherstories
See here for guidelines and about
Softly thinking about Emperor of Ruins Cassius
(Aka, someone thinks Cassius could do as an Emperor post-EW, and he definitely does not want the job, but there he is)
āSometimes I do what I want to do. The rest of the time, I do what I have to.ā
Gladiator (Sentence Starters) || Accepting
Cassius had lived long enough that his idealism had been tempered by circumstance and necessity both. And that necessity, too many times, had not been necessary at all, nor a good thing. Too much had been justified that way, even if these days Cassius was far prouder of his current path.
Would another fifty years change his perspective again?
And so his gaze darkened, as he listened to Maru's words, as he glanced at the warrior bearing a Primal.
"We keep finding ourselves before harsh choices." He sighed, in the end. "But too much can be reasoned in the heat of the moment. Try not to lose yourself in what you have to do, my friend. And remember that you have a choice, even in the darkest of times."
It had taken him far too long to learn it, and while the advice might be unwanted, Cassius nevertheless wished someone had been there to give it to him, in his past.
" And remember that you, as a person, matter as well. We are more than weapons." He added, soft and wry. "Despite what others might want us to be."
He was not unaware of the irony, coming from the former soldier now bonded to a Voidsent.
Gladiator (Sentence Starters)
āPeople should know when theyāre conquered.ā
āHe sleeps so well because he is loved.ā
āWhen was the last time you were home?ā
āUltimately we are all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how, but we cand ecide how we met that end in order that we are remembered as men.ā
āAm I not merciful?ā
āThe frost. Sometimes it makes the blade stick.ā
āThere was once a dream that was ____. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.ā
āIt vexes me. I am extremely vexed.ā
āAre you in danger of becoming a good man, ____?ā
āHe knows too well how to manipulate the mob.ā
āPromise me that you will look after my family.ā
āWhat we do in life echoes in eternity.ā
āHow will the world speak my name in years to come?ā
āIs ____ worth one good manās life? We believed it once. Make us believe it again.ā
āThe silence before you strike, and the noise afterwards. It rises. It rises up like a storm.ā
āI will see you again, but not yet. Not yet.ā
āAnd youā¦ stay alive, or Iāll be dead.ā
āImagine where you will be in three weeks, and it will be so.ā
āYou would fight me?ā
āRide until dawnā¦ and then execute him.ā
āAt my signal, unleash hell!ā
āWe are nothing but shadows and dust.ā
āTake my hand, I only offer it once.ā
āNothing happens to anyone that he is not fitted by nature to bear.ā
āDeath smiles on us all. All a man can do is smile back.ā
āI am dying, ____.ā
āSometimes I do what I want to do. The rest of the time, I do what I have to.ā
āIs this not why you are here?ā
āIāve seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark.ā
āWe mortals are but shadows and dust.ā
āFive thousand of my men are out there in the freezing mud. Three thousand of them are bloodied and cleaved. Two thousand will never leave this place. I will not believe they fought and died for nothing.ā
āConjure magic for them and theyāll be distracted. Take away their freedom and still theyāll roar.ā
āThose who are about to die, salute you!ā
āWonāt you accept this great honor that I have offered you?ā
āHold the line! Stay with me!ā
āI knew a man once who said: death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.ā
āDo you think I am afraid?ā
āWhat am I going to do with you? You simplyā¦ wonāt die.ā
āFather to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.ā
āI donāt pretend to be a man of the people. But I do try to be a man for the people.ā
āYou donāt find it hard to do your duty?ā
āYou have a great name. He must kill your name before he kills you.ā
āDo you think me heartless?ā
āYou can help me. Whatever comes out of these gates, weāve got a better chance of survival if we work together.ā
āYou have nothing to pay for.ā
āI have felt alone all my life, except with you.ā
āCan any of them fight? Iāve got a match coming up.ā
āHave I missed it? Have I missed the battle?ā
āListen to me. Learn from me.ā
āSome are good for fighting, others for dying. You need both, I think.ā
āYouāre lying. I could always tell when you were lying because you were never good at it.ā
ā____, that is why it must be you.ā
āDo you understand? If we stay together, we survive.ā
āYou risk too much.ā
āFear and wonder, a powerful combination.ā
āDo you remember what it was to have trust, ____?ā
āForget you ever knew me, and never come back here again.ā
āI think youāve been afraid all your life.ā
āAre we so different, you and I? You take life when you have to, as do I.ā
āI wonder, did your friend smile at his own death?ā
āI want to help you.ā
āI think you have a talent for survival.ā
āSome of you are thinking that you wonāt fight. Others, that you canāt fight. They all say that, until theyāre out there.ā
āAll Iāve ever wanted was to live up to you.ā
āI know that you are a man of your word, ____.ā
āHeāll bring them death, and they will love him for it.ā
āStrength and honor.ā
āToday I saw a slave become more powerful than the Emperor of Rome.ā
āCongratulations, you have very persuasive friends.ā
āI am required to kill, so I kill. That is enough.ā
ā____ hates all of the world and you most of all.ā
āI have much to pay for.ā
āWho will help me carry him?ā
āTell me what youāve been doing busy little bee, or I shall strike down those dearest to you. You shall watch as I bathe in their blood.ā
āThey love ____ for his mercy. So I canāt just kill him, or it makes me even more unmerciful.ā
ā____, please be careful. That wasnāt prudent.ā
āI have only one more life to take, then it is done.ā
āHow will the world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant?ā
āHe killed the man who set you free.ā
āI am tired of being strong.ā
āWhen a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life.ā
āAre you not entertained?ā
āThe whole thingās like some crazed nightmare.ā
āPlease be quiet. Your constant scheming gives me even more of a headache.ā
A Garlebun appears, what will you do?
A Garlebun appears, what will you do?
F*ck
Marry
Kill
Spar with him
Cuddle
Take out (to dinner)
Discuss classical literature
Take out (exploring)
Sell out to the Empire
Employ as bodyguard
Cassius will accept hugs. He even likes them, even if he rarely offers them unprompted.
But do you know who likes and should get a hug (and might get emotional over it)? Esseia, that's who.
Send a š + a name and my muse will talk about their bond to that character!
Can be another muse, an NPC, or a character from that muse's canon - anything goes!
Half viera that he may be, Cassius agrees that Viera are indeed pretty.
āYou have caused many disruptions as of late.ā Delos hums as they fuss over the plate that had been placed before them. A humble home in the heart of a still-beating forest; miles away from any main aetheryte or means of transportation. Those who finds Delosā home often know the path well enough to know that they do not like being disrupted so close to supper time, yet time is always made for visitors who hold no name or title to their own.
They glance to Bellona, a wry smile in place, āTo what do I owe the pleasure of the one who walks a different path? It is not often a visitor from a dream comes here.ā
A peaceful home, reached through steps that no longer hurry: Bellona has never enjoyed imposing upon anyone this late, but he has long learned not to force his path nor his body. Some lands are not navigated well without patience.
To the smile, however, he offers an amused bow. Even now, change follow his footsteps, and so does conflict. But not all change is for ill, and not all conflict is undeserved, and so he still walks.
"All of them necessary, or wont to happen anyway." He replies. "Yet it is not disruption that leads me here, but curiosity. If you'll forgive the hours." He adds. "I have heard much about you. And," he added, "I bring mead."
He would not be so rude so as to visit and bring nothing.
A small tangent related to Cassius' age is his Garlean armor:
He ordered it designed with a voice modulator, so that he would be taken more seriously, and to properly hide and protect his ears, while enhancing his hearing (because he'd have to spend a lot of time with his ears folded against his head).
To this day, his armor is still a very personal topic, and after Endwalker he recovered it (mainly because his mother smuggled it to Doma, so it survived).
Still thinking of him recovering it, and being so attached. He'd never wear it again, of course, but he shaped it and changed it through almost half a century of service. The dents and the colors, and the tassels and metals and marks have meaning, and that armor tells his story.
And it's also a reminder of how mistaken he was for so long.
A small tangent related to Cassius' age is his Garlean armor:
He ordered it designed with a voice modulator, so that he would be taken more seriously, and to properly hide and protect his ears, while enhancing his hearing (because he'd have to spend a lot of time with his ears folded against his head).
To this day, his armor is still a very personal topic, and after Endwalker he recovered it (mainly because his mother smuggled it to Doma, so it survived).
Cassius sips tea, with the six decades he's already lived (while still looking to be in his twenties).
At least his Garlean armor used to hide his appearance of youth, so people did take him seriously back then.
Send a "Ļ" For My Muse's Reaction to Your's running their fingers along a Scar on My Muse's Body, if Your Muse knows Mine well Add what Scar they are touching for aĀ DetailedĀ Reaction..
Cassius is now very glad he usually hides his third eye behind hair or behind headpieces.Ā
sendĀ āspringtime!ā to pour flowers all over my museās head!š»
ALTERNATIVELY, sendĀ āspringtime reverseā for them to pour flowers over your museās head!! š¼
@morganaux liked for a modern verse starter!
While Limsa Lominsa was refreshingly cool in comparison to Ul'dah and its eternally charring desert wind, Cassius could not deny he found it confusing to navigate, on the best of days. He had only been there once before, however, and never for more than a morning, so it stood to reason. Moogle maps having decided not to work properly didn't help either.
"Excuse me." He asked, locating an Elezen man who didn't seem to be in too desperate a hurry. "Could you give me directions to the Admiral Mealvaan University campus?"
morganauxā:
Of all the times for Moogle maps to go down, why did it have to be when heād gotten himself lost on the way to an exclusive lunch reservation?
Grumbling under his breath as his tomephone made a sad little ākupo!ā noise at him, Morganaux found himself an empty bench to sit at while he awaited his next set of directions. He just wanted to visit the adorable new Fat Cat-themed cafĆ© that opened up after a long, exhausting week at work, but it seemed that fate had conspired to derail his plans as usual.
But before he could spend much time simmering over his interrupted plans, a voice drew his attention away from his phone, and in an instant, the Elezenās frown turned into a polite smile as he looked up at the man addressing him.
āI guess this means Iām not the only one having Moogle problems,ā he answered with a chuckle, slipping his tomephone into his purse. āGood to know Iām not the only one suffering. Iāmā¦ Not really the best at giving directions, though. I mean, I know the area, but actually visualizing where to go and putting it into words is a whole 'nother story. Iād hate to have you end up headed in the wrong direction.ā
He tapped a finger to his lips, glancing around for a moment before letting out a sigh. āYou know what? I think Iāll just show you the way. Iāve gone and missed my lunch reservation, so Iāve got nothing better to do. Good deeds are my kind of fun anyway. You planning on studying at AMU?ā
Cassius could not help a ruefully amused smile at the manās first words, and given the way he could notice some other people around arguing with their tomephones, they were far from the only ones. The news would have a field day, if they wanted.Ā
At his admission he nodded, however, and prepared himself to seek anotherās help before the man decided to be his guide. At that, Cassiusā moment of surprise soon morphed into a much warmer smile.Ā
āAn altruistic kind of fun. And thank you.ā He added.Ā āI truly appreciate it.ā
With Moogle maps down, and without hours to spare, he could not risk losing himself in the city... as much as he yearned to simply explore and get to know the city at his own pace.
āMy name is Cassius.ā He introduced himself, however, offering a hand to shake.Ā āI am heading there for work, yet perhaps some day I might take one of the courses. I have heard quite a lot of praise about some of the programs offered.ā He added.Ā āAre they well regarded, within the city?ā
Cassius had done his research, but one never had enough opinions on a matter such a this one.
@voidalbound liked for a modern verse started
Cassius had always considered himself a steady person. Someone not easily moved, someone analytical.
It was hard to feel particularly analytical at nighttime, in a city he didn't know too well, knocking on the door of the organization he had been directed to. Especially with the purring bundle he held in his arms, wrapped in a soft blanket and looking around as they walked.
All things considered, Cassius had known the cat for a grand total of three hours, but he was determined to find it a good home.
Itās not long before the door opens and Zero pokes their head out to see who was it. While they were open for another two hours, they had plenty of chores to get through before wrapping it up for the night. Yet Dharaās Paws never turned away a cat in need, though they were amused as they stare at the feline that had certainly claimed the man for its own.
āYes?ā They ask in a tone that was neither condescending or annoyed, stepping back to allow him in. āIf you have come in search of a vet, there is one a couple doors down. Though I believe heās gone home for the evening.ā The rescue didnāt have medical on staff ā not unless it was emergency based. Even themselves, they could only administer medicine such as eardrops or antibiotics once the cat had been examined.
The night air, they note, was not at all chilly ā yet they were wearing a dark denim jacket with white pawprints that went up one arm. A cat on the counter meows loudly in welcome, and Zero throws it a look over their shoulder. āNo, itās not feeding time yet.ā
Or, maybe, the cat was hungry.
The tone was not annoyed, and Cassius could not deny a certain relief: he was asking for help, after all, and it was late.
"Good evening." He began, nodding to both the person before him and the cat on the counter. "And no, I am not looking for a vet. Not at the moment." He corrected himself, glancing at the cat on his arms, and drawing a soft meow from her. Perhaps he should have sought a vet... Or he could bring the cat to one, while she found a suitable home.
"I found this cat." He continued. "Alone and cold, meowing. Very used to people." He added, scratching her little head. "I asked around, and I've been directed to this rescue. She deserves a good home, and I am only passing through." He clarified.
He liked cats and he knew how useful they were, but he didn't know the first thing about taking care of one.
