Reyna wasn't in the mood for this.
Reyna had sorted out two cohort disputes, a foodfight, handed out punishments to the incompetent armory polishers, and sent out yet another search party after Jason.
Reyna even missed a meeting with her sister to listen to this pegasi dung.
"Speak Octavian, you called us for an emergency,"
"Yes Praetor, as you may know, the prophets of old have always forseen sn apocolypse,"
"Oh not this again" The leader of the third cohort groaned, secretly, I imagine everyone would agree, but Romans should show a little more self-discipline.
"Quiet Shayne, the augur has the right to speak and call an emergency meeting to warn us of great peril."
The response was protocal.
Every augur had the right to speak, even a psychpathic, demented, power hungry one.
"Thank you Praetor, as I was saying, the apocolypse is soon upon us."
"When augur?" Cohort leader 2 drawled, clearly dissinterested.
"December Twelfth, 2012."
"You stole that from the movie!"
A son of Hermes exclaimed.
"Now, now, I know what you are thinking -"
If he did, Octavian would know that I wanted to shish kebab him over a barbeque spit right now for wasting our time with this mortal nonsense.
"How could mere mortals predict the apocolypse and why is our augur feeding us this fiction? Well my friends, the answer is, it is not fiction. When the Roman gods inhabited Rome, their amazing, wise and powerful augur, predicte the Apocalypse, and marked it on the Mayan Calender for our generation to decode and prepare ourselves."
"Is this a joke?" Was whispered somewhere in the crowd, I didn't bother looking for the culprit, Octavian needs someone to drill a hole in his skull to let the fresh air in.
"It became clear to me this morning, as I was conducting my duty as augur to locate Jason Grace," He pulled out of his ceremonial toga an unrecognisable pile of fluff and blue synthetic material.
"Here is young Ashton's recently deceased blue bear, it held the key!"
"So YOU took Ashton's bear! The boy wouldn't listen to me and keep his bear locked in the lockbox, and then he cried for weeks until I toughened him up to real Roman of course, but do you realise how much sleep we lost?!" Cohort three Shayne thundered.
"Shayne, resolve your dispute with Octavian after the Senate meeting,"
"Yes Praetor"
Octavian cleared his throat, I swear instead of using it to build suspense, he uses it to waste our time so he can plot some devious plan to take Jason's place as Praetor.
"As I was saying, this morning, I sacrificed Ashon's bear to the almighty Jupiter, and lo and behold! The contents within!"
He shook the white stuffing into Dakota's nose.
"Behold! There in the entrails lies the answer!"
"It's teddy fluff nimrod!"
"The swirl shape of the innards resembles that of a swirling vortex! This tells me, that Japan shall be struck by a drunk mutated Gummi Worm!"
"What the Pluto?"
"And here! This patch of white cotton upon the blue synthetic material, a message from Apollo tells me that the moon shall crash into Camp Jupiter!"
"He's a lunatic!" (Geddit? No? Ok moving on)
"And the lakes will choke on a hail of Kleenex!"
"Someone get him a strait jacket!"
"This beady eye here? Do you see Praetor?" He shoved the glassy bear eye into my face, his insane eyes looking around madly.
"I see it, I see it! Now get off me!" I pushed him back into the center of the pavillon.
"It has fortold the Giant Mushroom shall stamp upon the Earth, and create civilisation destroying earthquakes!"
"Someone get a Healer!"
"He's raving mad!"
"The will of the Gods tell me that the Giant Flying Pixie Marshmellow shall devour Canadain it's gooey depths! The ocean shall be swallowed by the Bicycle Cream Cone!"
"Ewww, who orders a bicycle flavored icecream?" Some Venus centurion asked.
"A tornado of flesh rendering popcorn shall strip the cities of their metal skins!"
If this was real, I am going to replace my Imperial gold dagger with my bowl of jellybeans in battle.
"The great and optimus maxiumus Jupiter has told me, the only way to survive the impending Armageddon, is to make the Augur Praetor!"
All chaos in the Senate abruptly stopped.
"You? Praetor?"
"Is this a ploy Octavian?"
"You're joking! That madman as Praetor?"
"It was meant to be!"
"After that display?"
"I'd rather eat my sock!"
"SILENCE!"
"Augur, do not waste our time with such ridiculous reports, if you have found nothing about Jason Grace from now on, I don't want to hear it! The re-election is in six days, surely the apocolypse preparations can wait until then. Find me my missing Praetor Augur!"
Aurum and Argentum growled to emphasise my point. I am glad to see that plotting rat scurrying away, his tail between his legs like a dog.
"Now people, meeting dismissed. Allen, could you stay behind?"
The Senate slowly emptied until the son of Apollo and I were alone with my Praetor dogs.
"Keep an eye on Octavian please, I don't want him spreading rumors about the rabid Easter bunny causing the apocalypse."
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!!!!!!!!
-Z4FR
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Reyna had sorted out two cohort disputes, a foodfight, handed out punishments to the incompetent armory polishers, and sent out yet another search party after Jason.
Reyna even missed a meeting with her sister to listen to this pegasi dung.
"Speak Octavian, you called us for an emergency,"
"Yes Praetor, as you may know, the prophets of old have always forseen sn apocolypse,"
"Oh not this again" The leader of the third cohort groaned, secretly, I imagine everyone would agree, but Romans should show a little more self-discipline.
"Quiet Shayne, the augur has the right to speak and call an emergency meeting to warn us of great peril."
The response was protocal.
Every augur had the right to speak, even a psychpathic, demented, power hungry one.
"Thank you Praetor, as I was saying, the apocolypse is soon upon us."
"When augur?" Cohort leader 2 drawled, clearly dissinterested.
"December Twelfth, 2012."
"You stole that from the movie!"
A son of Hermes exclaimed.
"Now, now, I know what you are thinking -"
If he did, Octavian would know that I wanted to shish kebab him over a barbeque spit right now for wasting our time with this mortal nonsense.
"How could mere mortals predict the apocolypse and why is our augur feeding us this fiction? Well my friends, the answer is, it is not fiction. When the Roman gods inhabited Rome, their amazing, wise and powerful augur, predicte the Apocalypse, and marked it on the Mayan Calender for our generation to decode and prepare ourselves."
"Is this a joke?" Was whispered somewhere in the crowd, I didn't bother looking for the culprit, Octavian needs someone to drill a hole in his skull to let the fresh air in.
"It became clear to me this morning, as I was conducting my duty as augur to locate Jason Grace," He pulled out of his ceremonial toga an unrecognisable pile of fluff and blue synthetic material.
"Here is young Ashton's recently deceased blue bear, it held the key!"
"So YOU took Ashton's bear! The boy wouldn't listen to me and keep his bear locked in the lockbox, and then he cried for weeks until I toughened him up to real Roman of course, but do you realise how much sleep we lost?!" Cohort three Shayne thundered.
"Shayne, resolve your dispute with Octavian after the Senate meeting,"
"Yes Praetor"
Octavian cleared his throat, I swear instead of using it to build suspense, he uses it to waste our time so he can plot some devious plan to take Jason's place as Praetor.
"As I was saying, this morning, I sacrificed Ashon's bear to the almighty Jupiter, and lo and behold! The contents within!"
He shook the white stuffing into Dakota's nose.
"Behold! There in the entrails lies the answer!"
"It's teddy fluff nimrod!"
"The swirl shape of the innards resembles that of a swirling vortex! This tells me, that Japan shall be struck by a drunk mutated Gummi Worm!"
"What the Pluto?"
"And here! This patch of white cotton upon the blue synthetic material, a message from Apollo tells me that the moon shall crash into Camp Jupiter!"
"He's a lunatic!" (Geddit? No? Ok moving on)
"And the lakes will choke on a hail of Kleenex!"
"Someone get him a strait jacket!"
"This beady eye here? Do you see Praetor?" He shoved the glassy bear eye into my face, his insane eyes looking around madly.
"I see it, I see it! Now get off me!" I pushed him back into the center of the pavillon.
"It has fortold the Giant Mushroom shall stamp upon the Earth, and create civilisation destroying earthquakes!"
"Someone get a Healer!"
"He's raving mad!"
"The will of the Gods tell me that the Giant Flying Pixie Marshmellow shall devour Canadain it's gooey depths! The ocean shall be swallowed by the Bicycle Cream Cone!"
"Ewww, who orders a bicycle flavored icecream?" Some Venus centurion asked.
"A tornado of flesh rendering popcorn shall strip the cities of their metal skins!"
If this was real, I am going to replace my Imperial gold dagger with my bowl of jellybeans in battle.
"The great and optimus maxiumus Jupiter has told me, the only way to survive the impending Armageddon, is to make the Augur Praetor!"
All chaos in the Senate abruptly stopped.
"You? Praetor?"
"Is this a ploy Octavian?"
"You're joking! That madman as Praetor?"
"It was meant to be!"
"After that display?"
"I'd rather eat my sock!"
"SILENCE!"
"Augur, do not waste our time with such ridiculous reports, if you have found nothing about Jason Grace from now on, I don't want to hear it! The re-election is in six days, surely the apocolypse preparations can wait until then. Find me my missing Praetor Augur!"
Aurum and Argentum growled to emphasise my point. I am glad to see that plotting rat scurrying away, his tail between his legs like a dog.
"Now people, meeting dismissed. Allen, could you stay behind?"
The Senate slowly emptied until the son of Apollo and I were alone with my Praetor dogs.
"Keep an eye on Octavian please, I don't want him spreading rumors about the rabid Easter bunny causing the apocalypse."
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!!!!!!!!
-Z4FR
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