Livia knew nothing of this strange place she had been forcefully brought to mere moments after what should have been her final breath, and while she doubted she could learn all the details as quickly as she would like in the method she would like, she could still gather information. She would just have to do it herself, and do it in the simplest and most basic of methods.
And with that in mind, clad in the pathetic replica of the armor that had been forced upon her (something was better than nothing, she decided, and besides, it wasn’t as if she’d lost proper use of her body itself-she could still take care of herself, if she needed to), she set out to the streets to explore. The (former) Tribunus, of course, was on high alert, fully ready to beat down any threat (literally) that came her way.
But nothing was coming. And that was... unnerving to her. It was quiet. Peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful. And she recognized no one so far-
The prideful Garlean’s breath caught in her throat.
She knew that short, dark hair. She knew that dark skin. She knew those eyes. She knew that third eye. Could it really be...?
But where was his armor? Where was his favored weapon? What had happened after the fall of the Castrum? Did he know? He must know-such was his nature!
“My Lord Gaius?” She finally managed, actual eye glistening beneath her helmet, voice slightly trembling. “Is... Is that you?”
She could only hope that it was indeed him... and that, together, they could make sense of... whatever this place was. Together, they most certainly can... at least, in her opinion.
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