+1 Half-Alien Artist

[reorienting]

When the Morpho touches down on the furthest outskirts, the ship itself seems only large enough for two people. If he isn't bothered then and there, he can be found wandering about, clad entirely in his latex-like flight suit and a gossamer mask he's made, comprised supposedly of intricately-woven spider thread.

He can easily be found out and about, sketchpad and an old pencil in hand as he draws what he sees. It's late enough in the evening that he arrives. He's mindful to keep distance from anyone in the area, to the point of exhibiting avoidant behavior unless they deliberately approach him.

Should he even stay here? Should he just go again?

For the most part, he only wanders about the outskirts and wilds. Nowhere in a closed space.

Maybe it's wrong to come here, anyway. But so long as he continues to observe his strict cleaning regimen, and physically distances to keep the temptation to interact with others down, there's no risk. He can treat this just like any other planetary observance. It's worked in keeping himself and others safe for two centuries now. It'll work here, too.

Regardless of where he's found, he's surprised when someone gets too close to his self-enforced distance. Even if they're familiar, he doesn't recognize them at first, shoulders hunched and head tucked downward.

"Ah-- I'm sorry, could you please take a few steps back?"


[ooc: For those I've threaded with before, you're welcome to have your character remember Glenn! If so, please let me know, so I can adjust Glenn's reactions to match. :) Furthermore, please feel free to use whatever writing style/tense you prefer; I'll match it.]

Refugees of the Slave Rebellion

[iamnomartyr]

They had been running for weeks now when they finally noticed the forest changed and the Romans no longer pursued them. There had been hundreds when they started but due to slaughter and breaking off to keep the Romans divided there were less than 100 that staked up camp in the park just on the edge of the plaza. The small band setting up goat skin tents and small fires to cook the game that they had caught along the way. Most among the ones who followed the Mad Celt were women and children, families and just enough warriors to keep them safe on the journey. It was a last command from Spartacus that he see the woman find life and freedom his wife Sura never found.

Gannicus took his wine and climbed one to the odd structures around the plaza above the camp. The layout of this town made sense to him but the buildings were of an odd design. He sat down on the edge, feet dangling over the side and drinking. He's keeping watch for the morning until the others have rest. He's dressed in leathers and furs but the two gladius hilts still stick over his shoulder. For a long time he stared at the terrifying apparition speaking out in the courtyard before it disappeared. He understood very little of what it said and remembered only one thing, that this place was safe from violence.


"What is that you wear?" He points down at the person he sees walking below, laughing and obviously drunk. What strange clothing these people have.



(OOC will almost certainly be spoilers for the Spartacus Stars TV series since Gannicus is post end of the series)