Legion Building

[gluteus]

Who| Maximus and OPEN
What| Maximus wants to build an army
Where| around the capitol
When| across the week before the arena
Warnings/Notes| None so far!


Maximus had been formulating a plan.

Perhaps plan was too strong a word. Commanding was in his blood, it was what his entire career, his entire life had been based on. So he didn't even realize it when he had started to work out the logistics in his head. It wasn't until that he was devising particular strategies for the arena - strategies that weren't just for him, but for a team, for an army that he knew what he had to do.

The best way to ensure survival, and to silently rebel against the capitol, was to stick together. Was to find men and women that he could count on, that he could trust with his life, and that could trust him with theirs. Keep them all alive as long as possible. And last out the Arena together, and refuse to take each other down.

He even  had an idea of who could fit that bill.

All it took was finding them.

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[gluteus]

He came to the hot springs often for the baths. The shower in his suite was too strange and too foreign - though he'd been shown how to use it, it could never settle with him properly. He never felt clean, and he certainly never felt refreshed. At least at Fontem they had proper baths, built in the old roman style even if they didn't realise that was their origin.

It was one of the only moments he nearly felt home.

The capitol citizens usually gave him a wide berth (it seemed the magazine article about his barbarism had been widely distributed), but on this particular day they were talking about another tribute. A tribute with green skin and a hard shell...

The monster from the ice.

Maximus finished his bath but couldn't push the memory from his mind. Knowing, now, that there were tributes strange and varied, and not just from Don's own lips. He'd seen them. Knew they were in the same position he was, even if he could not grasp or comprehend where they had come from.

So he pulled himself from the bath, wrapped in the towel that they had gave him, and requested directions to Don's room from a slightly terrified staff member. Within moments, he was knocking and then entering the room.

[polyturtle]

Don had just closed his eyes, finally starting to fall asleep, when he heard the door open. His eyes quickly opened, and he looked up to see...

"...Oh."

He blinked. He knew this guy. The man who'd called himself the Spaniard in the Arena.

"Hi there." He gave a tired wave. "Fancy meeting you here."