#acolyterose

[archeolcgist]

who? @acolyterose​

where? Pyramid of Cestius

It is a particular kind of odd to know that the Pyramid is slowly being filled by the new druids that Octavian has been making, knowing that they are the ones taking the homes of all those that had died in Theneras explosion. Evy is nothing but adaptable, though, nothing but a survivor. So despite the fact that the entire thing does bother her, she brushes past it as she steps into the Pyramid, aiming to go to her room and start cleaning it up. After weeks of being unused it must be messy as hell, and damn, she really needs to pack a bag and grab some of her research. She is passing by a half open door near her room, when someone she doesn’t recognize comes out.

“Oh? Are you one of Vian’s new druids?” She asks, curious. “Welcome to the druid club, then.”

[dionaeia]

who? @acolyterose

where? the library of the pyramids

Staring contests are a childish action, but one she falls upon once upon a while out of sheer amusement alone. The staring contest with the acolyte before her is the perfect example. There is no denying that the cat before her is a druid, despite how adorable he looks at first glance. No denying that indulging the druid is likely below her, but she can’t quite come to care. Instead, she keeps her eye contact steady, eyes unblinking as she tilts her head slightly. “If I pick you up are you going to start biting?”

[fennharel]

who? @acolyterose​

where? pyramid of cestius, library

notes: be gay to crime?

“On a scale from one to ten, how do you feel about stealing? Or perhaps, shall we call it, active retrieval?” Fen’harel slides into the chair next to Atlas, elbow moving to rest on the table as she turns to face their fellow acolyte with an inquisitive look on their eyes. It’s not money what they have their eyes on, but a relic from Octavian’ time as Gaius they remember seeing on one of the pleasure trips they had taken into the mortal realm back when they were still a fey. The owner is yet another rich collectivist with more money than sense, and as far as they are aware they have yet to sell it. They are unsure whether they are of magical nature or not, but they had seen it in Gaius presence before and they are sure it might serve as a pleasant surprise for the Archdruid. “As a gift for daddy Octavian, of course.”

The way she pronounces the title is not quite the same as Atlas, but they had found it too amusing to drop, and mentioning it is for Octavian might do away with the pesky moral quandaries before they begin.