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Kit chuckled. "You don't need to worry," he said. "Nautilus took this form so that the people he brought here would have a place to live, which includes walking. I don't think he'll mind, so long as you don't cause deliberate harm."

"If I was there with you, you wouldn't have had to stand against him alone," she said quietly. "I'm not good for much sometimes. But even if I couldn't summon the Keyblade I could at least be a distraction. And Roxas and I got pretty good with a forked stick."

"My impression is he would have looked after Sora , anyway," she muttered, looking down at her hands. Then she looked up, startled. "You did that?" she asked, shocked. She was torn between horrified, awed, and humbled.

"Unless they decide I need to go back where I belong, inside Sora," she said softly, confessing her fear.

She gave him a weak smile back.

Have a Phoenix that was flying over head land and walk over by where the strange man is feeding the pigeons.

"Task force?" she made no indication she was impressed or otherwise by the other woman's move, but she did stand up.

"What is that?"

The title assumed it was some kind of a voice over, but she wasn't sure.

She rose a brow at him. He reminded her of someone she once knew, but he also obviously was not anything like she had seen before. She crossed her arm and shifts weight to her other leg.

"What are you?" she asks again, more slowly.

"We're the ones that keep new arrivals from killing themselves, or anyone else. We're the ones who step in when there is a crisis, or when there is a crime to solve."

Fine, she wanted a different job title? He had three jobs. That meant three times as many mandated breaks, after all. And who knew more about breaks than someone made completely of bone?

"Me? I'm assistant to the Royal Guard. What are you?"

At first, Once thought the new bird was a swomee swan, and he did a double-take. Then, he noticed the obvious differences and chuckled, tossing a larger bit of bread for the bird.

"So, Nautilus is still weird. Good to know."

Rose laughed back at that. "They could take off bottlecaps, these, blimey!" She reached out to touch them and play with them slightly. Personal space was never something she was good at giving the Doctor well.

A: Action Spam

[Well this was new. Octavius was no stranger to new, but he was to waking up somewhere he didn't recognize, alone, and without his legions.]

Romans work alone... [He muttered sardonically to himself. He'd said that, once, a long time ago as his excuse for not working with Jed. Now though? Well, it had never been all THAT true to begin with, given a legionnaire was never truly without fellow soldiers. At least not for long. More than a few days and they'd be dead, after all.]

[Still, the two-inch tall figure made his way to find civilization. Hopefully before sun rose.]

[To any normal sized people he comes across, he accosts; in as much as a 2-inch Roman soldier with an even tinier sword can:] Halt! Who goes there?! I require your assistance citizen! [He assumes this is either U.S. or Britain circa 2000s something, and therefore; you must be a citizen, though you're free to correct him.]

B is for ~~Bros~~ Prose

It took some getting used to the idea that he was no longer nocturnal by force. Even more weird was how the day and night didn't change with the seasons, merely switched for the sake of the citizens of Nautilus' old habits. Old habits was ironic itself. Not that Octavius would tell anyone, even Jedediah -- okay MAYBE Jedediah but only in secret and with a lot of prompting!!! -- but the Roman General was having a bit of an existential crisis. Was his first life real or a dream, brought on by magic of the tablet and what he was created as a miniature for? Why would he wake up here remembering the many decades of nights spent as a two-inch soldier, trapped alongside his men, crated and moved eventually from exhibit to storage, the time he had saved Jed from an hourglass, Larry from certain doom; not that he didn't want to remember those nights, they were important to him. Now.

But that was just it. They wouldn't have been important before. In his "real" life. The first life.

If it even was real.

Who am I?

Supposedly this question plagued all the philosophers and was the founding basis for the religion of the gods. Where did I come from?

But Octavius knew exactly who he was, and where and when he came from, and how he was made, and why, and even how he came to life.

The question now was just what it all meant. What could he do as a two-inch soldier with memories of riding squirrels, that the life-size, the real (if ever it was real?) Octavius couldn't have done? And perhaps... that led him to the darker question. Was that life real? And if it wasn't, if he was as fake as his plastics made him, then what should he do about it? Live in the moment, certainly, but without his fellow Romans to protect, without the legionnaires to lead; what use was he?

Octavius could tell anyone what the use of a Roman soldier was in reality. In the proper time. During the Roman empire. Founding it, protecting it, expanding it. And his natural inclination was to continue on, no matter where he was.

But what use was Octavius the miniature over Octavius the soldier? He actually really slept now... if he wanted to. Though the first few ~~nights~~ days he'd refused, marveling at how he didn't turn to statue or dust at sunup. But that was another thing. He clearly wasn't just a figurine on display anymore.

It was freedom... and yet a little unsettling.

"It doesn't make sense," Octavius growled to himself, took off his plumed helmet and ran a hand back through his hair.

C is for Network!

Hello, citizens of Nautilus. I, General Octavius of the Roman legionnaire, greet you peacefully. May we continue to prosper and flourish, despite infrequent bouts of concentrated chaos.

[He may or may not do this every single post he makes. Depends on how much ~~Jed~~ people mock him for it.]

A query for those of you somewhat... taller stature:

Is there a means to [Awkward pause as this is clearly a word he's still getting used to:] digitally scan the books of the library into these... messenger devices? I wish to read more but turning pages is rather large and weighty hassle, frankly, not the worth the task involved.

[Market, market, market. he really needed to see about gettin' some sort of livestock. Wasn't right having to go to market every night.]

Huh?

[He knew that voice. But it couldn't be. Automatically he looked around before remembering how he'd shown up and looked down.

And there he was. Red and glinting...without much thought Jed moved forward, shrinking as he moved before practically tackling the other man into a massive bro-hug.]

OCTAVIUS!!!!

[HUGS RIGHT BACK AND DOESN'T EVEN USE HIS FULL NAME!]

[JUST TACKLE GLOMPS IN A HUG!] Jed! I am so glad to see you, friend! [Punches his shoulder! :V] Do you know where this place is, by any chance?

[The grin on this little cowboy is so big!]

Oh, Octy! You ain't gonna believe what this place is! Place called Nautilus, and guess what!

[Smirking now.]

It's alive. This whole place is sitting on a actual livin' thing!

Like... a turtle?

I thought Columbus proved that wrong.

Uh...I dunno. I ain't asked yet.

[He laughs.]

Nah! This ain't our world! It's...well, it's like the museum! Whole mess a world's in one. Folk from all over are comin' here!

Verily?

[Grabs Jed's hand to his own shoulder, before lightly punching him affectionately in the shoulder again and beams.] Lead on then.

Tell me everything. Starting with: how long have you been here before me? It sounds as though I already have some catching up to do.

[HE WILL NOT STAY IN YOUR SHADOW FOR A SECOND LONGER THAN HE HAS TO JED!!!]

Yeap!

[Ah! Oh...okay he can really feel that. Oh yeah! He grabs Octy's shoulders.]

Everything? Oh there's a big thing I gotta show ya! Take that tin can off yer head for a second!

[The little soldier was fortunate in encountering anyone out and about at such an odd hour, and more fortunate still that that someone had excellent ears. V paused mid-pace, slowly lowering his boot to the stone it had just left. Looking down, he saw what might've been a small motion in the dark, and so sank (still cautious!) to one knee, cupping a hand to hold the flame he Bent into being.]

Who is but the form following the function of what, and at this instant, I believe myself to be the strangest stranger you may see.

[Certainly, the light from his handful of fire made his mask strangely animate; more importantly, it illuminated a circle of street, and the legionnaire who had bade him halt.]

Still, I may offer my assistance once I have heard what it is you would ask of me.

Amy blinked and stared at the small figure who had tried to get her attention. Then she leaned closer to get a better look. "Roman. A tiny roman. Don't suppose you're made of plastic, are you?"

Alright, well, looked like a human but tiny. A new sort of monster? This could be interesting. Sans headed that way. "With that get up, trying out for the royal guard?" He asked, hands in his pockets.

Helmet.

[But he obeys. Measure of how much he trusts Jed. With more than his life; his pride.]

That is certainly true.

I need the location of the nearest museum, and I pray to Mars almighty, that it isn't too far.

[A VERY SURPRISED BLINK.]

[SLOWLY AND CAUTIOUSLY:] What would make you assume so, my lady? [>>; Gosh her red hair is nearly matching his plume and she could give Boudica a run for her money!]

[BUT YES!!! HE IS ABSOLUTELY PLASTIC.]

Octavius scoffed: "I am General Octavius of the Roman legionnaires, and you would do well to recall that in a future date."

A casual look up and down at the... skeleton. Human skeleton? It seemed a bit wide for that. Still, what else could it be??? "Perchance are you the one dressing up for... Halloween?" Octavius offered slowly with measure.

Edited 2017-07-13 09:31 (UTC)

"Hmmmm? Oh, nothing. Knew a bunch of plastic Centaurians once. Bit bigger than you. Married one after he shot me. Long story," she said, lips quirking in amusement.

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