Black Ninja

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Will straightened. "Sir." He nodded his head in respect. He held out the case. "Sword commissioned as requested. My master sends his apologies for not delivering it in person but some unexpected work came up." Bah. The old man was lying drunk on the floor - like he usually was - having not lifted a hammer since Will was fourteen. He had been the one to craft the fine workmanship of the sword. But like all things, the credit would go to the lazy old fool.

He watched as the Governor examined it. "A fine blade for a fine officer." He smiled, very proud of his work. He knew it was for Norrington. He didn't really care for the man - he was a rival interested in Elisabeth and that was that. But he did respect him and was proud to give him something of high quality.

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Moving further down the beach, Abigail reached down and picked up some sand. She let it slide through her fingers before straightening. She didn't pay attention to the time. It was still early, that much she knew. She'd have to go back eventually - Norrington was getting a promotion today and she was expected to be there. Her uncle insisted on it. Just what she needed. A boring promotion with a bunch of protocol and pageantry. Boring. Still, it was expected and she had been used to doing things she didn't like since she was a small child. She was a lady. And despite what one wanted, you did what was expected of you. All the more reason she was going to enjoy her time here.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger smiled at her remark. He completely understood. The woman...yeah. He lead her away from her apartment, even as it got darker. It didn't take long for Roger to lead her to a small, out-of-the-way restaurant. It was one of those places that most people wouldn't look twice as they passed it but was a favorite of those who had tried it. The only reason he even knew it existed had been due to a friend from work taking him here.

Opening the door, he let Bea pass through first. It was fairly empty. Most people who knew it existed came during the lunch hour. Not many came out in the evening. He led Bea over to a table and pulled her chair out before sitting. "It might seem a bit quaint," He said. "But the food is excellent."

But then again, he was a bachelor on his own who didn't really cook a lot. He had stayed in a boarding house for some time where meals were provided but had recently moved. And of course anything was better than his poor attempts at cooking. He was a terrible cook. It was amazing how people made it look so easy. But all that said, this was one of the best places he had eaten. There was no options here. You got a bowl of whatever the day's soup was and bread. But the bread was always freshly baked, the soup having some additional spice enhancing it. It was wonderful.

An older man, Italian origin, came by. "Hey, Roger. Welcome." He glasped the younger man on the shoulder and then looked at Bea. His eyes widened slightly and he looked back at the younger man with a grin. Roger resisted the urge to say they were just friends. They were but the man wouldn't listen anyway. "I'm Dominic." The older man took Bea's hand and kissed it. "And you, my lovely lady?"

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Estella didn't really note the fact her foot was tapping or that she seemed a bit agitated. She didn't mind people. She liked people - to some extent. She was very personal and usually was well liked in return. Still, a combination of safety concerns - especially with the Aurora crew here - and the fact she could only handle noise levels like this for so long made her a bit antsy.

Thankfully, Rebeca quickly finished and rose. Estella jumped up, slightly a bit too eager. "Sure."

She ducked her head away slightly, pretending to pick up the carryout for Brutus as one of the Aurora sailors walked by. He didn't notice her and they made it outside without being spotted. The cool, fresh evening air was so much better than the usual muck that London smelled off. There must be a breeze or wind blowing in from the sea. She lifted her nose slightly and inhaled. She loved the smell of fresh air - another reason she wasn't real fond of large cities.

Realizing she probably looked ridiculous she quickly stopped and paid attention to the road ahead. She kept pace with Rebeca, letting the other woman set the speed. "So what brings you to Britain?" She inquired curiously, trying to make conversation. She didn't mind quiet but at the same time a lot of people thought it rude. Thankfully, ships and parts didn't care so she was overly fine. Besides, she was curious. She didn't mind engaging a conversation but at the same time, was fine if there was none.

She ducked her head slightly under her cap as two men walked by. Both looked back at Rebeca and nodded approvingly before moving on. In her slightly large shirt and britches, Estella was easily overlooked.

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jed mocked as they half carried, half dragged the tied emperor away. It would be dawn soon and everybody was already returning to their displays. It was never wise to be left outside your diorama after dawn. You didn't know what happened while you were in 'frozen sleep' and Jed preferred to be on the safe side.

With the help of Annie and a couple other cowboys they pulled the emperor up into the Pioneer diorama and over to the stocks. "Hold him steady boys," Jed said as they removed the lasso and put the Roman in the stocks. "How does that make you feel, Octavious?" He asked smirking down at the emperor. "I could have you wiped. Isn't that what you Romans do to those who defy you? Oh wait, that's crucifixion." He brightened and looked at Annie who's look immediately nixed that idea. Eh. Not that he wanted to do that anyway. He didn't want to kill the guy. Just scare him enough that he'd think twice about treading on Jed's turf.

He was was going to go into a full lecture, digging in on the Roman as the dawn's rays started in on the room. The little miniature froze as he was transformed back into a lifeless display.

The diorama itself had been slightly cleaned up since the attack with the Giant and the Romans but there were still some signs here and there. Most people wouldn't even notice, attributing it to a slight shift in the scene. The museum did it frequently enough. The 'iron horse' had not been righted but that had been something an early morning staff member quickly remedied. Shaking his head, he muttered something about irresponsible children who shouldn't be touching things before moving on.

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The women were waiting for the Romans as the legions entered. They were in an orderly fashion and with the weapons of war. They started to put everything back even as Julia walked up to them. Her eyes scanned the soldiers, a frown on her face. Octavious always led. He would probably be one of the last to retreat but he usually made his way up to the front of the line. Of course, he also usually went among his men encouraging them, telling them where to put the equipment. Inquiring on their lives - however nonexistent it was outside of the legion. He might have been a warlord but he was a great leader. One everyone respected. And the Romans were about expansion and ever growing.

However, when she didn't find him quick enough, her concern rose and she hunted down his second in command - Brutus. It was not the same Brutus that had betrayed Cesar. That would have been ironic. No it was a no-name legion that had been used as support. Shortly after they had come to live, he had been picked through many duels as Octavious' number two. That was when he first got his name. Many of the other legionaries got it over time to where no everyone in the diorama had a name - even if they were playing secondary to the main displays.

"Where is Octavious?" She demanded.

Brutus frowned. He looked around. He usually kept a close eye on the Emperor but today...well the battle had been crazy and they had to retreat quickly. His frown turned to slight panic and fear as he realized the Emperor was not with them. "I... I don't know my Lady. I assumed he came with us."

Julia's jaw locked and she looked around the Romans gathered. He was not there. She ran toward the highest point of the display and looked out. Brutus right beside her. Her quick eyes scanned even as dawn quickly approached. She couldn't see him.

"My lady." A Roman ran up to her. He was one of the late stragglers. "The Pioneers. They took our Emperor." His fists were balled up. His eyes full of hatred and shame. "I.. I tried to stop them but two knocked me back. There were many and I figured that it would be wiser to let the Empire know than to get captured as well."

Julia looked at the young boy. Though he was probably her age or slightly younger in the display, he was just that though - a boy. A freshly minted Roman. "The pioneers?" Her eyes narrowed. "Then they will pay."

The sun's rays started to filter in. No! Not now. She looked at Brutus quickly. "First thing we do when we awake is gather the legion and get him." And this time she had no intent to stay behind. She was in command now and she would free him from these...these cowboys.

Before Brutus could respond the rays hit them and the Roman diorama also become frozen.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Will Turner waited slightly impatiently as he stood in the doorway. He brushed at his tunic and pushed some hair out of his eye. He quickly straightened as the door opened. The manservant looked at him a bit disapprovingly. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"I'm here to deliver a sword to Governor Swan." Will and the man didn't really get along. For some reason the guy didn't like him and always seemed to have a slight disdain for him every time he came over. Maybe he thought Will was just some riff raff who didn't really belong here in the mansion. Holding up the case, Will looked at the man.

Almost as if he refrained a sigh, the servant stepped aside. "I will inform him you are here." He closed the door behind Will. "Wait here." He turned and walked out of the room.

Will looked around the room. It had been some time since he had been here. He used to come here a lot when he was young. He and Elisabeth - Ms. Swan - had been good friends. Then it become improper. She still hadn't given up the childhood friendship but he had. At least formally. And he didn't really see her as a friend. Hadn't really for some time. Maybe that was why the Governor had discouraged him.

"You're a great lad, Will. I'm so glad we have been a part of your life. But Elisabeth," the man paused. "It's just that it's no longer proper for you two to hang out. She's high breed and you..." He was too kind to continue but the implication was the same. "I would appreciate it if you treat my daughter formally from now on."

So Will had - much to Elisabeth...Ms. Swan's annoyance. He turned, pushing the thought out of his mind. He hoped to see her yet at the same time dreaded it. He loved her but knew he couldn't have her. Frowning at the candle holder on the wall he went over. It looked poorly done. He reached up, it breaking as he touched it. He looked around guiltily. Hearing footsteps he quickly dropped it in a basket and turned toward the stairs.

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The open sea. The fresh salt air. Abigail lifted her face, eyes closed and inhaled it. She loved the sea. The freshness of the air, the great vast water going on forever, the slight splash of the water against the sand. It was almost as if she had it in her veins. But she knew she didn't. She was the daughter of the Lord Peter Ashe and the Lady Merriam. There was no sea blood in their veins - at least not that she knew off. Her mother hated when she went to the docks. It wasn't fitting for a lady to be there. Her father, easily swayed to her opinion - unless her mother was around - hadn't left England a day in his life. He was content to stay on the isle having no need to travel.

But she... She loved it. The occasional journey to visit her cousin was the highlights of her young life. It was always a battle. She had to convince her mother foremost to go. Usually it took sometime and a lot of pressing before the woman would give in. Not that she always did. The last time Abigail had been on the sea was three years ago. An eternity in her opinion.

But she pressed that away. She was here now. And walking on the beach, the sand in her toes was bliss. Of course, if anyone saw her without her shoes, she'd get a lecture. Her mother would be up the wall at the scandal it would have caused. Though she wasn't here, Abigail's uncle - Governor Swan - was. And he wouldn't have been too pleased. In fact, if he knew she was out this early without anyone's knowledge, he would be most displeased. She was a young woman and very 'vulnerable'. Like anything would happen to her. This was Port Royal. A British port with British law. No one would dare mess with a lady such as herself. And despite the bare feet and slight strands of hair freed from there restraint, she was that. Her bearing, posture, and even dress indicated she was upper class. Not that she cared.

Sometimes she wished she was no one. Just another girl who could live on the beach or on the sea. She often envied those who could sai wherever the wind took them. Her? She had her life very restricted. In fact, she guessed that after this trip she won't be coming back. She had already begin to receive suitors before she left and if her mother had her way, she would be married before next spring. In fact part of their agreement in letting her come was that Abigail would work with her mother. Not that she had a choice - so might as well make the best of it.

She sighed. Marriage. It wasn't that she was opposed - if she found the right man. She just felt she was too young still. Her cousin was older and still had yet to marry. Though she admitted last night that Commander Norrington seemed interested in her. Abigail rolled her eyes. The man was a good decade older than Elisabeth. Besides, a faint smile formed. They both knew where Elisabeth's true feelings lay.

Her few visits had brought her in contact with Will Turner. He was a pleasant young man, that she had a slight crush on when she was younger. She wasn't interested in him now, him just not being her type. Though even if he were, she wouldn't step between her cousin and him. Not that either would have been allowed to even move forward with it. Will was a blacksmith apprentice and well... they were ladies of the court.

Finding herself again going toward that dark train of thought, she opened her eyes and gazed out over the ocean. It was calm today. A slight breeze flickered in the wind, playing at her hair. Her mother would be aghast that it wasn't fully neat but she didn't care. It was done proper but she wasn't going to fix the few strands that had escaped.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Roger nodded. It would be good to give him some headsup instead of just showing up at the door. Though... He looked at her. "Don't tell him why you are coming. If someone is watching your mail they might expect something." He frowned thoughtfully. "In fact, as much as I hate to admit it, we might not want to let him know we are coming." But then again what if he wasn't there? Or not home? It would be a shame to go all that way only to find he isn't there.

It was a toss up really. In one instance they needed to let him know they were coming. Yet, if anyone was watching Bea it would tip them off - especially if they find out he's an 'old' friend of Doctor Brown. No. It would just be good to go. If he's not there, they could spend a few days in Glasglow until he returns. OR go find him if he won't be returning for some time. Let everyone think it's just a vacation or some summer trip. "Yes, the more I think of it, the more I believe we don't say anything. If he's not there, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Glancing over at Bea, a bit surprised at her comment, he gave a slight nod. They could do that. If she suggested it than she either wanted to talk or just have a bit more peace and quiet. Ms. Mortimer could be a bit overbearing. In some ways, Roger assumed it had its benefit but he didn't think too overbearing would work with Bea. She just wasn't the type. "I think I know a place." He said turning slightly, directing her toward another street. "There's a small shop that I go to sometimes in the evening. They serve soup and some of the best bread you'll ever try." He shrugged. "Unless you prefer something else?"

There was a tavern nearby but he wasn't sure he wanted to take her there. The food was good but it was a bit rough. Not a place young women usually frequented.

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Estella gave a slight incline of her head. That made sense. She was glad that Rebeca didn't take offense at her comment. She glanced at her companion. The woman was different - not at all like Estella figured. She had assumed her to be some lady. She had the bearing of one yet... She acted a lot different than women that Estella had met over the years. Not that she meant to judge or anything. No, it was just strange.

Went to show you that you can't always judge a person by appearance. It wasn't that Rebeca was bad or not lady. It was just that she was different than what Estella had guessed. Not that it was bad... In a way she was glad no one could read her thoughts, though she feel slightly guilty.

Finishing her tea, her eyes took in the crowd. She glanced away spotting the first mate and several others from the Aurora. She didn't want to deal with them right now. They wouldn't try anything stupid - not with the bartender and bouncer there but they might harass her when she left - assuming they saw her. She was painfully aware of the fact that despite her attire and living with several brothers, it wasn't the safest to be out walking late at night. Most wouldn't take a second look at someone dressed like she was, her being able to pass off as male in the shadows. But these men knew her. It wouldn't work.

Of course that made her immediately think of Rebeca. She was evidently female. Thankfully, they'd probably leave her alone if they saw a 'young man' with her. But it was the docks. Estella's foot tapped slightly. She wasn't going to rush the other woman but at the same time, the longer they stayed the more dangers it would be. Her hand felt the gun in her waistband tucked under her shirt. It brought some comfort

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

"Excellent." Jed smiled as he headed in the direction that Annie had inferred too. It wasn't easy sneaking through a major fight. Once or twice they'd get stopped by someone who Jed would then have to knock out of the way or take down. He had one goal and he wasn't going to let someone stop him from getting there.

The Emperor of the Romans, the arrogant man who dared think he could come onto Jedediah's turf with his legions and his war machines and not expect reprisal was not guarded. He stood, his back to them shouting some nonsense or other about the 'glory of the Empire' or some other nonsense. Stupid man. Didn't even think to watch his back. Jed smirked and motioned to Annie while he started to make a lasso. Swinging it he tossed it at the Emperor and quickly jerked tightening it around the man's arms. "Now Annie." He ordered expecting her to help move in.

The fighting was incredibly loud - well at least for all the miniatures. It probably would have some noise level to the giants but none were around. It was strange really. Other than that one guard - who was scared away by the awesomeness of Jed and the pioneers (the Romans had nothing to do with it. The guard feared for his life from the pioneers), no one else stopped by. It was amazing really. He hadn't been on the floor that often. But because of the noise level, no one could hear Octavious shout. Moving forward to help Annie, Jedediah tightened the rope. It would be dawn soon and they needed to withdraw.

"Not so tough now are you, big man?" He hissed in Octavious' ear as he, Annie, and another cowboy discretely moved him back toward the Pioneer Diorama. "Teach you to step on another man's turf."

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Julia was getting a bit annoyed with them all. Rising, she gave a polite smile. "It's nearing dawn. I want to make sure they return safely."

"Oh good idea." Another woman said rising. "Let's line up to great our conquering champions."

That seemed like a good idea to them overall. Julia let herself fall in the back before slipping away. They probably wouldn't even notice she was away. She made her way to the top of the diorama and looked down. The Romans were slowly retreating and coming back. The Mayans and Pioneers were doing the same. No one wanted to be caught outside the display when they froze. A good part of it was, you had no control over what happened during the day and could get stepped on, eaten, lost or whatever. It was safer in the display cases.

Her eyes scanned the thousands of pieces on the floor. There were no straggling Romans. They stayed grouped together and all would return. She smiled grateful for that. In a way, though Octavious was the Emperor, she felt a special connection to the legions...and even the ditsy women. They were her people as well. And she may never be able to lead or fight but that didn't stop her from caring and wishing their safety.

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

When he did something, he did it big. Maybe he was trying to overcompensate for feeling so small next to the massive guards or some of the other wax figures. Maybe it was just his personality. But whatever the case, Jedediah didn't think twice about kidnapping the Roman Emperor. And he honestly didn't see why he shouldn't. The man was annoying. They've had their run ins on multiple occasions, nothing to serious. The guards usually locked them up right away so they couldn't fight. Tonight though, was different. The guard had taken long enough that they had been able to get down and set up an ambush. And though that didn't work, this was a perfect time to make Octavious pay. Thankfully, Annie seemed agreeable as well.

"Alright then. We need to go in all quiet like. Butch," he said to one of the cowboys he had waved over. "I need you to cause a diversion with the rest of the pioneers. While the main legion is focused on you, Annie and I will sneak in and grab him. We need to get him before dawn but not to soon or the Romans will miss him and come back for him. Understand? Good." He rose. "Let's go Lill' Sure Shot."

Butch took off to rally the pioneers. With the guard gone, the Romans would be turning their attention on them. Not to mention the Mayans. Due to their hostility they were usually always locked up first and tonight they weren't. From his perch, Jed could see some of the Mayans and Romans fighting but the main contingent still focused on the Wild West Diorama. The Mayan miniatures were a bit crazy but they didn't have a strong leadership like Jed - or so he liked to think. The fact that the Romans considered them more of a threat than the crazy Mayans solidified it in his mind.

Grabbing some rope, Jed made his way down the side and onto the ground. He knew where the Roman leader was and hoped to get him alone. "Keep on eye on the time," he whispered to Annie. "We want to get this just right."

The pioneer diversion started. Cowboys, Chinese men alike charged the Roman army. The whole room was a mess of miniatures fighting a three-way war. It was times like this that he wished his guns could work. But eh. He could still fight. And a lot better than that Roman. "Do you see 'im?" He asked looking around at the fighting. Now that they were on ground level it was hard to make out.

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From the point in the Roman city, Julia and the other women heard the commotion. She rose and glanced toward the fighting. "It's just our legions conquering the barbarians, dear." One of the older woman said stroking a lyre. Julia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her eyes took in the battlefield. It was a mess. Crazy and insane. The guard was gone but there were thousands of soldiers, pioneers and Mayans out fighting.

"Come on. Regal us again with a poem. Maybe one about Octavious, your father." The women sighed.

"He's such a great leader."

"And handsome."

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

Jedediah looked over at Annie. Stand done? Why would they do that? It was Octavius and his men who were needed to stand down and go back. The Roman Empire might have been the crowning achievement at one time but that time was long gone. The time of the railroad and the cowboy was the way of the future now. And if his guns had worked they would have long since put an end to this Roman and his men. The pioneers behind him were starting to form up. But if the Romans unleashed their catapults and flame arrows, they'd all have to seek for cover. Blast Giganto. His distraction had given the Romans time to mobilize. Jed still believed they could take them but still...

He glared down at the Roman knowing what he was planning. "Don't you do it, son." He yelled pointing a finger at the stubborn, pigheaded general of the Romans.

The night guard had no clue what was about to be unleashed.

With the Emperor's words to fire, Jed sighed. "Man." He quickly ducked out of the way as the fire unleashed. Pulling Annie down with him, he shook his head. "This is war." He informed her firmly. "The Romans need to be taken out. There a'int land big enough for the both of us." Behind them the pioneers ran for cover as the arrows and flaming rocks flew into the display.

"Here's what we are going to do. We're going to capture that Roman and put him in the stocks. That will teach him to mess with us." He motioned for a few cowboys over. They'd have to do it near dawn, otherwise the entire Roman legion would be in their display for the whole day - and they couldn't have that. "Without him, the Romans will crumble without leadership and a day in the stocks would show him who's better." He thumped his chest. "We are."

He got all excited. Yes. Finally they would have Octavius and finish this. They needed to move now though while he was distracted with Giganto. Despite the annoyance that the Romans ignored their turf, it was almost a blessing in disguise. With the main army distracted they could sneak in and grab him. A snatch and grab. He whistled for his horse. He looked at Annie. "So you in?" He asked excited.

Despite an occasion difference, and the fact that no girl really should shoot better than him, Jedediah liked her. She had spirit, spunk. Not many of the pioneers had what she did. In some ways, he even liked her naysaying - sometimes. Though he'd never admit it. Everyone else automatically took him at his word. Which he liked, don't get him wrong. But still... sometimes a different point of view made it all the more reasonable for him to point out why he's right. Though she was good about it overall and didn't challenge his authority - thus the reason why he let her stay. Or so he told himself not really having any say in the matter.

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

Man. The iron horse was the new age of things. It was fast, powerful, and would one day unite the country. But against the massive giant it was nothing. Jedediah just shook his head disappointed. Now they'd have to pick it up and make sure nothing was broken. As well as find another means of taking out the guard. He looked down at the pressure on his knee before suddenly looking up at the giant's words. He blinked surprised as the giant started to fight the ropes. "Keep 'em tied boys." He said.

But it was no use. Everyone started running off - yelling in Chinese and English as the giant grunted and broke the ropes. He started to rise going and higher, making Jedediah feel very small. Not that he let his insecurity show. He was a man and they could still take out this giant. He made his way to the cliff in front of the display to get a better view to take on the guard.

A man went flying off the guard's shoulder hitting the ground. Jedediah winced slightly. It was a shame his guns didn't work. He got to the peak and both he and the giant stopped.

Fully displayed in amazing Roman style was the legionnaires of Emperor Octavian. They had managed to get out of their display, form up and be prepared to attack while Jed was focused on the giant.

"Whoah! Whoaw Octavian." He called down at the Roman Emperor. "This a'int your fight. He's on our turf."

"What? Now listen here cowboy," Larry started.

Jed glared at him. "Names Jedediah, guard. And I'm talking so shut up." He glared back at the Roman Emperor. "You a'int welcome here and we can handle him ourselves!" He declared. He motioned with one hand for the pioneers to rally. If the Romans wanted war, he'd give them one.

NATM: A New (Twisted) Era In History { Angel & Ninja }

Apparently Giganto didn't like the fact that he was about to die. Well to bad. Someone had to pay and this was the only guard they caught. The others ones had been pretty fast at locking them up before they could do anything. But not this one. Jedediah smiled, and straightened eagerly as the lights for the train turned on. Soon.

He turned at the sound of a familiar voice. "Well hey Annie!" he said. "We got ourselves a guard. And he's going to pay." He grinned eagerly. He had been very concerned when she had first arrived. Annie Oakley - the greatest sharpshooter in history. It was a shame his guns didn't work. He would have loved to take that record. But as it was, she was ok. She didn't challenge him, didn't get in his way and was a good 'ol cowgirl. Someone he can count on.

He frowned at the reference to blondie and glanced at the giant. Did the guard just call him blondie? He almost scowled before realizing the comment must have been for Annie as she replied. He tuned them out slightly as the train started to move forward, slowly at first. "Faster, faster." He yelled caught in the moment.

He looked as the guard called out to him. "Jedediah. Why are you doing this?" The man struggled slightly a bit terrified of being about to die.

"Because someone's gotta pay." Jed turned back toward the tunnel.

"Please. Stop this."

Jed sighed and looked at the giant. "Hold off." He called. The train started to slow. "Nah just kidding. Ram him! Go full speed." He grinned as the train barreled out of the tunnel and straight toward the giant. It hit the giant with a disappointing click and fell off the track. "Oh man. Dog gum." Maybe dynamite would do it.

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Not really wanting to leave, Julia turned slowly, still watching the formations. When it came to warfare, the Romans were pros. The legions were all lined up and the catapults put into place. Torches were brought forward ready to fire. Leaning forward slightly, she looked for her Father. It was funny really. Though Octavian was her father historically, they weren't really that much different age-wise in this display. She was a younger in this set. Not yet at the historical stage where she was married but still old enough to consider herself an adult.

Her eyes found him. She knew he'd be at the front, leading the charge. All good generals led from the front. His armor was spotless, his troops ready for his command. She sighed and turned away. Making her way back to the little village square she resigned herself to spending the whole night with the other Roman women being bored stiff.