trial of Marcus Aemilius Scaurus
date: 54 BCE, postulatio July 6, trial ended Sept. 2
charge: lex Iulia de repetundis (misconduct as gov. Sardinia 55)
defendant: M. Aemilius Scaurus pr. 56 (spoke pro se [for himself], ORF 139.III)
advocates: M. Calidius pr. 57 (ORF 140.IV)
M. Claudius Marcellus cos. 51 (ORF 155.II)
P. Clodius Pulcher aed. cur. 56 (ORF 137.VII)
Q. Hortensius Hortalus cos. 69 (nice) (ORF 92.XXII)
M. Tullius Cicero cos. 63 (Sch. 40)
M. Valerius Messalla Niger cos. 61, cens. 55 (ORF 124.I)
prosecutors: L. Marius = ? Marius q. 50 (subscr.)
M. Pacuvius Claudius (subscr.)
Q. Pacuvius Claudius (subscr.)
P. Valerius Triarius (nom. del.) (ORF 148.I)
praetor: M. Porcius Cato
witnesses: Aris RE)
Valerius
character witnesses: Q. Caecilius Metellus Nepos cos. 57
L. Calpurnius Piso Caesoninus cos. 58, cens. 50
Faustus Cornelius Sulla q. 54 (ORF 156.I)
? Cn. Domitius Sincaicus
Q. Hortensius Hortalus cos. 69 (nice)
L. Marcius Philippus cos. 56
M. Perperna cos. 92, cens. 86
Cn. Pompeius Magnus cos. 70, 55, 52
P. Servilius Vatia Isauricus cos. 79, cens. 55
M. Tullius Cicero cos. 63
L. Volcacius Tullus cos. 66
? boni viri ex Sardinia [good men from Sardinia]
supplicatores: M’. Acilius Glabrio
L. Aemilius Buca monetalis 44
L. Aemilius Lepidus Paullus cos. 50
M. Aemilius Scaurus pr. 56
T. Annius Milo pr. 55
(L.? P.?) Cornelius Lentulus
Faustus Cornelius Sulla q. 54
C. Memmius tr. pl. 54
C. Peducaeus leg. 43
C. Porcius Cato tr. pl. 56?, pr. 55?4
M. (Popillius?) Laenas Curtianus
other: Sixty days were granted for inquisitio. Ten jurors voted that M. and Q. Pacuvius had committed calumnia, and three that L. Marius had done so.
Cic. Scaur.; Att. 4.16.6, 4.15.9, 4.17.4; Q. fr. 2.16.3, 3.1.11 and 16; V. Max. 8.1. abs. l0; Asc. 18-29C; Schol. Amb. 274-76St
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NO ONE at the base really works with set hours & shedules. hard to have normalcy with an international, twenty-four hour call-time, but they try to make do. enforce structure wherever they can, disregard it with ease when it is necessary. no one quite prescribes to this subjective order more than reyes does.
( * the discovery of the internal spreadsheet trying to wrap its head around his waking & sleeping hours was an amusing one. he keeps his knowledge of it a secret. they seem to be having fun with it it’s good that they are. )
❛ surprised i didn’t have to drag you out of bed morrison, ❜ reyes greets as soon as the door opens with a soft hiss. he doesn’t look up. ❛ meeting’s not until 0700. coffee’s still hot, if you want it. ❜
he takes a sip of his own cup of tea. over-brewed & absolutely bitter. just the way he likes it.
@76st
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@76st || Starter Call.
He was not to be trusted- or so he’d been told, a warning given from his comrades, stating that those within Overwatch could be hiding among them. Agents hidden in plain sight, ready to disrupt their plans, if given the chance. How he’d been warned by Akande- Doctor O'Deorain- that if he were to be captured again, surely there would be no chance of ever escaping again. It was that fear that left him cautious, ready to kill at any given moment, if it meant keeping his freedom.
It’s why he didn’t hesitate to attack the man in his perch, catching sight of him watching from a distance, up on a rooftop as he watched like a hawk. He was quick to catch on, and even quicker to put an end to it. Rising with ease into the sky, no doubt taking the man off guard as he focused in on the man, raising him into the air, only to throw the soldier to the ground before he had chance to react. Trapped, like a fly in a spider’s web. Amused, and feeling a bit generous- he’d give the man chance to explain himself, before jumping to conclusions that he was the enemy they’d warned him about.
“You and I are a lot alike, are we not? Two sides to the same coin? pawns in the same game of chess- yet on opposite sides of the board. Though I can’t help but wonder- who, or what is it you’re fighting for exactly?” He held no signs of being associated with anyone, the longer he looked him over, which left him curious. “A rouge rebel- willing to give his life for whom? Surely there must be reason to your madness? No man ever gives his life without some deeper meaning. explain yourself.”
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A THROAT COATED IN BARBED WIRE & , war - cries, oozes a dialect weaned on a gaseous venom , and infects the air in curls of warring propaganda. an oblivious world falls victim to abuse, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, in the clutches of political puppeteers. ❝ the world needs no protectors. no saviors. the world needs no protecting from itself. what it needs - what it truly needs , is revolutionaries. men with vision. knowledge... awareness of what this world, and her people are truly capable of. and you ... ? you’re not that. ❞
❝ when will you get that through your thick skull, old man ? ❞
@76st : ♡ !
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❛ who the hell died and made you king ? ❜ ( @76st / sugar honey ice & tea - bmth. )
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。゚゚ LIMNED IN EMBELLISHED SARSENET & ACRONYCHAL RAYS , WITH lucidity of a 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑦 & mozart ‘tween lips . she 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 - 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 - 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 / sovereign of 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 exemplar / * 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 - 𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 , jewel - cloaked . —– —- – ❝ let us have no 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 . ❞
lithe digits ‘round pyrex , cerise with retsina , extending / offering . ❝ if i wished for your death , 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 . ❞
@76st 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ♡ . . . !
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@76st ╱ sc.
THERE ARE PLENTY OF MEMORIES THAT MAKES THE OTHER LOOK SO OBVIOUS . the 76 plastered on his back in bright red almost makes the wraith cackle ; soldier: 76 . what kind of call-sign is it when there’s someone to recognise it immediately , to know exactly who it is under that crimson visor ?? the best answer reaper gives himself is that jack never expected the dead to come back and haunt him from the grave . ( AFTER ALL , DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES . ) how could jack have known when the switzerland headquarters laid in ruin and both men had disappeared , leaving no body behind ?? they barely saw each other before the ceiling collapsed on them .
HE HAD KNOWN JACK LIVED , OF COURSE . it isn’t hard to tell that the once blond-haired farm boy had taken his old sep designation and made it into a new identity , leaving behind a trail of sightings and stolen tech . who else would know the significance of a number ?? the sep remains a closely guarded secret , never to be revealed to the public . ( classified and forever a mystery ; the government would never admit to contributing to a MONSTER if they had known . )
AND NOW HE WAITS IN THE SHADOWS , SHOTGUNS AT THE READY , CLAWS GRIPPING TIGHT . hollow hazel behind the mask stare intently at the soldier , studying each move ; reading the other’s language . teeth grit against each other , near biting his tongue as he forces himself to wait for the ideal moment to strike , to reveal himself , to expose his position . he wonders what jack would do . he’s slower than he used to be but that doesn’t make him less capable of a counterattack , should he react correctly ; reaper lowers himself closer to the ground and to the shadows , wisps of nanites disconnecting and reconnecting to his body in a constant myriad of shadow against shadow . he’s anxious for a fight . he knows his plan , but it hinges on whether the soldier has noticed his presence or not .
YOUR MOVE , JACK .
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@76st / cont .
𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 AN HOUR AGO . A rattling gasp and panicked fumble he had missed during the late hours . He twists like he’s in agony --- a PHANTOM PAIN at the very pith . HE CAN SEE HIS FACE , TWISTED AND SPLIT BY IT - bleeding with panic and something he couldn’t quite describe . The diagnosis is a nightmare . It must be -- his heart is racing and he drowns in an ocean that does not exist . HE CRAWLS DOWN FROM HIS BUNK , quick and intent -- soundless yet clumsily in one big contradiction . Kneeling on the uneven mattress and seeking him out with newfound grip .
“ MORRISON . HEY --- HEY ... I’ve got you . ” It’s dark and yet he sees him - crystalline clear - can see the sweat and the way his eyes struggle to adjust to the reality . Gabriel , leant over him with hovering hands -- stuck on pause . His breaths are quiet and they’re quick , judging the way Jack awakens with the cold chill of panic still clinging to pale flesh like dewdrop . TREMBLING . He doesn’t have to touch him to feel them . He can feel it in the springs . SHAKING beneath his knees where the bed gives under their combined weight . He sighs -- stuck between relieved and anxious himself . The panic almost contagious until Jack touches him . HIS SKIN IS UNWILLINGLY SET ABLAZE . His body digests it as momentary intrusion --- full of gooseflesh . It subsides , as smooth as the tide .
“ Jesus Jack , you alright ? It’s okay -- you were sleeping . ”
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“ this is the first time that i’ve been to europe. i mean, purposefully. it’s been weird with the talk of agents all over the place. ” ----- more to himself does he ramble, fingers poking between the gaps beside his knees in the grate of the metal bench, nails clicking with increasing rhythmic disorder as hey scratch over the glazed surface. a realization, palms pressing into the divots under his brow bone to laugh out a noise of unease. it sounds better in his head than it does breathed aloud, more secure than the awkward exhale of reality. “ i forgot oh my god, i probably just sound crazy. i don’t even know if you speak english, i’m so sorry. ”
// @76st ❤ ‘d for a starter !!
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without geometry , life is pointless. ( jack knows the way to gabe's heart is through math puns )
THERE, A liminial space between two walls of plaster, wood & hope. it will never appear on a schematic, no, it might as well have never existed at all. but for today, it does. today one wall is a little less presentable than it usually is with half its foundation knocked askew, but it holds and that’s why it’s important. underneath the confluence, two people sit. there, they will find shelter & there, they will talk.
* JACK, KINDLY: without geometry, life is pointless.
a short burst of air startles from his lungs. slippery like an forgotten melody & nothing at all like a shot. reyes’ cheeks flush with the unusual chime of forest bells & hollowed wood.
❛ that which has no part, ❜ he quotes softly. he looks towards the sky that they can see through the hole in the ceiling. either rain or ruin could fall through easily. bulletfire has never made the point of being curteous & mother nature has been known to be tempestuous during times of duress.
it is oddly peaceful, however. training has their ears pointed outwards & breaths held close. fingers lay close to the triggers & they lie evenly with each other. nothing crosses their path.
they breathe.
first: a foundation in a reasonable premise & then follow the line of logic & deduction for as long as it can go.
reyes says nothing at first. & then his cheeks seem to burn with the stretch of his lips, eyes sparkling like stars in the midst of night. ❛ they say math puns are the first sine of madness. should i be worried, morrison ? ❜
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“ I’m dead if I tell you. ”
[intensive interrogation starters] | @76st
“You’re dead either way, Jack,” boasts oblivion’s executioner, standing proudly over his cornered quarry. Long had he waited for this day, face to ruined face once again with the man who had been for the longest time the crux of so many of his problems. Vouching for opposite sides this time, a shotgun is coolly pointed in the downed soldier’s face, gravelly intonation further adding; “Nothing else matters.”
But was that really the truth? Were they not but men whom death had decided that they were not yet ready to expire -- perhaps never, in his own case, though the wraith’s current state of ‘unlife’ was a debate better reserved for another day.
“I have little reason to keep you alive.”
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@76st / SC
between the brightness of the screen & his tart grimace , it wouldn’t be long until a helpless recruit incur his unfortunate wrath . a solitude of sea , not even the holiest of gifts , couldn’t appease his vast rage . she laid her hand on his shoulder and squeezed . “ frown more and wrinkles will appear , JACK . ”
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76st replied to your post: god it this isn’t a Gabe mood
holy shit i listen to this like everyday holy fuck
!!!! god i love jonathan tbh i listen to his stuff so often?? he does the best work imo
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76st replied to your post “JEANIE. His highschool sweetheart. One of the few that has ...”
This is so good holy shit
me: hey victims who are men exist !
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‘ i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late. ’ ( :
grave suggestions . / accepting .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃 . HE CAN SEE THE STORM . Tell - tale signs of ruin that strangle him like chain — - coloring his worldview with the first droplets of monochrome . It is a steady decline … their youths , fleeting - fleeing — - disemboweled and left to rot in blistering heat and under the flakes of gunpowder . ( I close my eyes and dream of dilapidated building – I awake to the sound of silence and yet my body does not stop screaming , ) they are all parts terrified . Such a natural thing to feel at the very peak of one’s youth . SOMETHING THEY HAVE YET TO OUTGROW : fear . Bone - chilling , dream stealing FEAR .
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 . Gabriel — - waking up to the sound of Jack thrashing beside him . Perspiration coating his forehead and slicking whorls of color to his forehead in his cold sweats – leaving Gabriel to drown in his own futility when Jack awakens to confess something different - every night . It’s every night . Something different , something frantic . Something that sounds so much like a whisper of something that needs to be carefully put away and buried with the rest of their unbroken youth . A thing that , with time , Gabriel knew would begin to rot . He takes a soft breath , holding him in place by stroking his hair and settling his panicked soul with a gentle touch to his back . “ It won’t be too late . Don’t — Don’t talk like I’m going to die tomorrow . I won’t . And you wont either . ” He says it without naivete . He refuses it . Instead , stubbornness takes its place . All thorns and barbed wire in his throat — “ We’ll be alright . Promise . ”
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“ i think i could take death in a fight , that’s all i’m saying . ” ( young jack was a /fool/ )
* BROWS find themselves raised in instant, his statement instantaneously drawing the ire of the blonde woman and furthering her already existing bewilderment. she’s not even sure what about the man constitutes such an arrogance that it would call on thoughts of his apparent ability to beat death ( both in a physical and metaphorical sense, she can assume ).
❝ FIRST OFF, we’re just going to ignore your blatant lack of understanding — because no, you couldn’t. as far as i can see within your poorly thought-out scenario, death would have been at this a whole lot longer than your arrogant ass. ❞
random dialogue. | ACCEPTING
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