#☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ octavius \ 01.

[kanabiveil]

oh ! what a familiar looking uniform. yes, kei has read on that of the roman empire rather studiously during his high school days ( which , are not exactly over , but . . . on pause ! ).

in fact. . . he still has that assessment pending. he intends to finish it, come the end of the world being fixed. he was rather prideful of his grades, and he was still vying to top yuzuru atsuta on the leaderboard . . .

yes, he should work as hard as possible. it's what yuzuru would want. friendly competition. and so, he does.

. . . he does get to the ground, sitting on the pavement.

" excuse me, " aogami pulls himself from kei's body, crouching beside him. the two remain attached, to some degree, with aogami's hand resting atop his counterparts shoulder. "a moment of your time."

hopefully this wasn't interrupting foot traffic.

"you are a familiar uniform. at least, to the young man. he and i are a nahobino, a joint fusion of two people into a singular being," kei nods along with his words. "whilst i have not seen you before, our shared memory tells me that you are some form of a greatly important historical figure. i would appreciate your assistance in this matter - of filling in any historical gaps i may fail to retain."

he waits, and then speaks again. "alternately described," aogami tries again. "he has assessments he should be doing. your opinion would be wonderful in completing them."

kei nods.

"if it's not of any trouble," kei chips in. "i would like to know what part of rome you're from."

@togabcy

[kanabiveil]

an answer is an answer, and kei was happy to receive them.

from what the world had become ( in all its melted, decayed and frankly ruined glory ), one could tell him that history had repeated itself in the form of romes revival in the modern age and he would likely take little persuading. though he knows this not to be the case, it was not as strange to hear that a legionary was born and raised from manhattan.

still, it left him with questions.

"that's important . . ." he needs something specifically ancient. but, maybe manhattan in this strangers world could serve as some form of ancient proxy. "how is a roman born in manhattan ?"

or . . . "ah," kei nods. "are you a cosplayer?"

he sees those around. popular past time, reasonably so. not really for him, but still an impressive hobby. "i guess i'd like to know what your favorite fact is, then."

Octavius stops in his tracks as he's regarded. Being a man of his stature , it's not often that people come to him. Usually it's the other way around , having to yell to get someone's attention out of necessity. So when the young man lowers himself to sit in front of him , he immediately straightens himself.

He nods his head , a hand going to smooth out his cape. ❛ And how may I be of assistance ? ❜ The sight is one of the strangest he's ever seen - and he's a living Museum exhibit. That being so , he looks from one to the other with curiosity. He's not exactly sure how that would work , but he's not going to ask , either. His chest puffs out with pride as his uniform is mentioned.

While talking about Rome is one of his favorite pastimes , there's a small pause of hesitation. He knows of Rome. He has memories , albeit faint. He remembers its culture , the battles that were fought , and it's fall. But only vaguely. He doesn't know key moments of time. Hell , the only Rome he's ever stepped foot in is about the size of a bathtub. He frowns.

❛ Well . . I am afraid that is a rather complicated question. ❜ He shifts from foot to foot. This is something quite painful for him to admit. He isn't even supposed to be alive , but that's something he would like to think about as little as possible. ❛ I am Roman , yes , but technically I'm from Manhattan. But I do I believe I can answer a few of your questions. ❜ That's what he was made for , after all. To educate.