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exsiliumlogs2013-01-19 02:05 pm
innocentwisdom) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-19 02:05 pm
youth is a blunder [OPEN]
Date & Time: On and off throughout Jan. 19th - Jan. 31st
Location: Many places.
Characters: Little Caesar and you!
Summary: Caesar's had his timeline shifted back to his childhood. He's now even shorter than before! The horror! Open to both action and prose.
Warnings: n/a
It was terrifying to wake up in a place so strange. He had known it wasn't Gregminster from the start, the room having been too odd. The furniture hadn't looked right, nor most of what he had found in the rest of the unit when he had gotten up the courage to explore past his own door. If he had thought it could get any stranger, finding papers with his name on it on the desk where he'd woken up had only proven him wrong. He was certain his handwriting had never been so neat as what was on the map and the other paper was definitely not by him! It was only because he thought the second paper might lead him to an answer, if he could find the shop it was from, that he folded it up and pocketed it at all.
Though finding that meant leaving this place. Going out into a strange city alone was a worrying thought at first, but what would his brother say if he just sat around uselessly instead? Well, probably that waiting to be found was safer, actually, but that would get so boring! And it was inevitably the thought of boredom that pushed going out to explore that won out over the fear. That was how Caesar ended up wandering around the Hold, a child dressed in clothing much more suited for a little aristocrat than the usual clothing the teenage Caesar had taken to wearing, cravat and all. His hair was not all that different, at least, for anyone who needed a way to figure out who he was, even if, at the start, it was slightly more combed and orderly. That would change over time without a mother or any overbearing household staff to tut in disapproval over the mess it would become, as the boy himself was not inclined to put up with fighting that untameable mass of red.
The first day or two as a child, his exploration was kept to to the seemingly safe premises of the Hold. He could be found poking around any public places there, including the training rooms if he can get into them, to mess with the weapons on display until he grew bored of those, too, or the library, where he was interested to find books he had never heard of before. He was quick to hide his fear behind unimpressed stares and frowns whenever he ran into someone.
More than a few would be greeted with the demand to take him back to his home, to tell him which direction Gregminster was in, or simply that he wasn't afraid of them and that they'd be in trouble if they did not help him.
The rest of the time? He expanded his range to the city itself, of course, uncaring of how his clothes get muddy in the endless rain of Exsilium. Without someone to yell at him to get down and go back to his studies, he damn well was going to take the opportunity to get as messy as he wanted! The stores and markets were only interesting for so long and, short of wasting the marques he found back in his room on any sweets he could find, he was more likely to be found clambering up dangerous ruins and abandoned buildings of the city to get a better view or to otherwise fill the time.
Location: Many places.
Characters: Little Caesar and you!
Summary: Caesar's had his timeline shifted back to his childhood. He's now even shorter than before! The horror! Open to both action and prose.
Warnings: n/a
It was terrifying to wake up in a place so strange. He had known it wasn't Gregminster from the start, the room having been too odd. The furniture hadn't looked right, nor most of what he had found in the rest of the unit when he had gotten up the courage to explore past his own door. If he had thought it could get any stranger, finding papers with his name on it on the desk where he'd woken up had only proven him wrong. He was certain his handwriting had never been so neat as what was on the map and the other paper was definitely not by him! It was only because he thought the second paper might lead him to an answer, if he could find the shop it was from, that he folded it up and pocketed it at all.
Though finding that meant leaving this place. Going out into a strange city alone was a worrying thought at first, but what would his brother say if he just sat around uselessly instead? Well, probably that waiting to be found was safer, actually, but that would get so boring! And it was inevitably the thought of boredom that pushed going out to explore that won out over the fear. That was how Caesar ended up wandering around the Hold, a child dressed in clothing much more suited for a little aristocrat than the usual clothing the teenage Caesar had taken to wearing, cravat and all. His hair was not all that different, at least, for anyone who needed a way to figure out who he was, even if, at the start, it was slightly more combed and orderly. That would change over time without a mother or any overbearing household staff to tut in disapproval over the mess it would become, as the boy himself was not inclined to put up with fighting that untameable mass of red.
The first day or two as a child, his exploration was kept to to the seemingly safe premises of the Hold. He could be found poking around any public places there, including the training rooms if he can get into them, to mess with the weapons on display until he grew bored of those, too, or the library, where he was interested to find books he had never heard of before. He was quick to hide his fear behind unimpressed stares and frowns whenever he ran into someone.
More than a few would be greeted with the demand to take him back to his home, to tell him which direction Gregminster was in, or simply that he wasn't afraid of them and that they'd be in trouble if they did not help him.
The rest of the time? He expanded his range to the city itself, of course, uncaring of how his clothes get muddy in the endless rain of Exsilium. Without someone to yell at him to get down and go back to his studies, he damn well was going to take the opportunity to get as messy as he wanted! The stores and markets were only interesting for so long and, short of wasting the marques he found back in his room on any sweets he could find, he was more likely to be found clambering up dangerous ruins and abandoned buildings of the city to get a better view or to otherwise fill the time.