Meeting of Fate (Rome and Ancient Greece only)

"What a wonderful idea, General Flaminius. General Daedalus, you can help with having some of our guests here participate, can't you?"

"Yes, my king. I'll do so right away."

"Excellent. It should certainly be entertaining."

Yeah, it'll be entertaining to watch them get their asses beat, Helena cackled mentally, but didn't let any of her thoughts show in her eyes or on her face.

Flaminius let the soldiers volunteer themselves, and he let them go get prepared for the entertainment. He abstained from participating - made some excuse about it not being appropriate.

Rome silently followed Flaminius like a shadow, as he talked to the Greeks.

He wondered how well things would play out tonight.

Daedalus took the Romans who wanted to participate in the contest with him towards the arena. Philip V and Helena followed behind them to see their reaction.

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OOC: You can give a description of how the arena looks. I can't think of a good reply tonight. ;;A;;

It was a small private arena, one more for visitors and the royal family than for the public.

The seats were well kept, and as they settled down, Rome was rather fascinated by it.
It was well built, and he kept looking around it admirably. So interesting the architecture and design of this country!

Philip V sat in the highest chair while Helena sat in the one next to him on his right. Daedalus was down in the arena with the men and the Romans that joined in for the contest. The Greek general was introducing the foreign men to his soldiers, who were shirtless and sweaty from training earlier. Daedalus gestured two of his men to face off against each other to show the Romans what one of the events was.

The two soldiers stood about three feet from each othe, waiting for a signal from their general. When Daedalus said "FIGHT!", the two men ran at each other and wrestled to the ground. They grappled, punched, kicked, and rolled until one soldier stood while the other was unconscious and bleeding, though not too badly. A couple of other soldiers form the crowd came out and got the injured soldier from the ground and took him to the infirmary.

Helena said nothing, but was chuckling in her mind. Oh this'll be interesting to see the Romans reactions, she thought.

Rome thought it was so cool! It was close to what brother Etrusca used to do - well sort of. For the funeral rights...
He had his own version sort of.. he had just jazzed the funeral rights up into the awesome sport of gladiating.

But this was different. It was wrestling, hand to hand combat of AWESOME!

There was a part of him that hoped his soldiers proved their worth - but he didn't want them to show off too much. He glanced over to the woman and wondered how she could look so cool when something so awesome was happening in front of them.

One of the soldiers looked up at the stands and shouted to Helena, "Hey, come down here and have some fun with us! We'll make it worth your while~"

The rest of the soldiers laughed, but neither Helena nor Daedalus was amused by the comment.

"Watch your mouth, Sirius! That's no way to talk to the advisor!" Daedalus commanded.

"But talking isn't exactly what I had in mind with that woman up there~"

Daedalus was about to retort angrily when Helena gestured with a hand for him not to say anything.

Helena looked at her king, who nodded. He knew she wouldn't tolerate such behavior and was going to let her take action. Helena got up from her seat and headed down to the arena. When she was down there, the soldiers crowded around her and the cocky subordinate.

The soldier smirked at her and asked, "What? You want a piece of me?"

Helena merely stared back at him before walking over towards him and punching him right in the nose. The soldier fell onto his rear, holding his now bleeding nose. The soldiers looked on, shocked, while Daedalus was smirking.

The soldier with the bleeding nose glared up at Helena before getting up and charging at her, throwing fists at her. She dodged or blocked each jab before kneeing the soldier in the stomach, grabbing his wrist, and twisting his arm all the way to his back. The soldier let ow a series of "ow's" before it became a pain-filled scream when she broke his wrist then pulled on his arm hard enough to dislocate it.

The soldier fell to the gorund in a pile of whimpering pain and defeat while Helena looked at the rest of the army with an icy glare. The rest of the soldiers were frozen in fear, afriad of what the Graecian woman would do.

"This is a warning to all of you. Test me like this, talk to me in a manner I find disrespectful, or do something that is completely unforgiveable, and I will take it upon myself to discipline all of you in a most excrutiating, pain-filled way. And General Daedalus will not help you, should you do any of these things. Do you all understand my fucking message?"

All the soldiers replied with a fearful "Yes ma'am!" before Helena nodded.

"Good. Because I will say this: you don't want to be on the end of any weapon I've ever used."

Helena then left the arena, the other men getting the injured one to the infirmary, and headed back up into the stands with Philip V and the Romans. She sat back down in her seat, her face void of emotions.

Philip V looked at his guests with a calm face before speaking to them.

"This is why I say not to upset Helena. She will take necessary measures into her own hands when she feels she needs to. And you do not want to be on bad terms with her for this reason. So, for safety, take care of what you say to her. I can help generally when I or General Daedalus is around. If you're alone with her, you're on your own. Understood?"

Rome had been about to take action - he was surprised the Greeks would tolerate such insolence.... but instead seeing how Helena dealt with it. He was glad he had waited that extra second.

Seeing her body in motion as she took that insolent soldier down, teaching him the lesson about respect had him on cloud nine. A sort of love struck bliss enveloped him as he watched her graceful yet vicious actions.
Each scream she elicited from the soldier made his heart thump harder.

And then her cool composed manner as she returned.
Basically he was glad he was sitting in the position he was in, otherwise there might be some awkward questions. Really awkward ones.

He wondered awkwardly if there was any way to escape so he could properly calm down... you know politely escape for a moment or two because he knew his blood was well heated up.

Daedalus had some more soldiers come out for fighting, except they had armor on, had weapons, and were tag-teaming. When Daedalus gave the cue, they began to fight.

Helena wasn't interested in the fight, still steaming a bit from before, so she whispered in Philip V's ear, who nodded, then she left, a guard of the king taking her place.

Helena walked towards the garden and took a deep breat to contiue to calm herself. If she didn't, she would snap and cause some serious damage. She sat down near some flowers and let her thoughts take over her mind.

Sitting there was starting to get unbearable.. and noticing her leave.. he wondered if it would be polite for him to leave for some relief.

After getting the ok from Flaminius, he slipped away looking for a more private place. There were issues with being a rather hot blooded nation, and this was one of them.
Noticing an empty garden he let out a sigh of relief.. taking a deep breath he settled himself down behind a bush, and looked up at the sky attempting to calm his heart.

It seriously wasn't going to come to this was it? came his plaintive thought as he attempted to calm his rampant lust that had sprung from the womans actions. It usually never came on this badly but hey..... the other nations he usually interacted with were male and not so bad ass.

Glancing around and not noticing anyone, and feeling sufficiently safe from the foliage, he reached down, hoping to get this over with fast.

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Most awkward moment evar right? :B

When Helena heard footsteps entering the garden, she looked up to see who it was. She graimaced at the sight of the other person.

Of all the people that should be here, HE would be here, as well, Helena thought, sighing. She then covered her mouth and hoped she wasn't heard by the Roman man who was also in the garden.

He began to rub himself through his tunic, letting out small sounds of pleasure, trying to keep himself unheard.

However the tunic was just scratchy... face flushed he slipped his hand underneath, and loosened his loin cloth, before moving his hand up and beginning to rub himself. Ahh right... he let his head fall back contentedly as he stroked himself.

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perving are we? ;]

Helena heard some sounds and almost groaned aloud. She may not have seen them do it, but she's heard stories of how men pleasure themselves when not screwing women.

And I can't leave the garden cause I'll be right in his line of vision. Dammit! she thought. She scooted over to hide behind a column, stuck her fingers into her ear canal, and hope he'd be done with his "business" soon.

With a few more strokes he released.
Relief. Calming down, he awkwardly cleaned his hand on his loin cloth, and let his body calm down.

"Ahh.. gods." he mumbled feeling embarrassed when his lust had abated. "Just like a fifteen year old."

Helena didn't know he finished, so her ears were still plugged by her fingers. She only hoped that he wouldn't see her.

When he was properly rested he stood up and stretched.
Looking around he noticed something was off... taking a step forward he blushed as he realized it's Helena.
Oh.. she.. totally... taking in a deep breath, he leant forward and gently touched her shoulder.
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Sorry if the English in this post dies my typing sort of died.

Helena jumped up, moving her fingers out of her ears, and clenching one of them into a fist and punching Rome's gut. When she saw who it was, she glared at him.

"I understand that I had my ears plugged in, but if you need to talk to me, step in front of me! Don't sneak up on me from behind!" she hissed.

Surprised by her punch and the strength of it, he took a moment to get his breath back and then listened to her words.

"But if I did that I wouldn't be receiving your sweetly violent attentions lady," he joked instead with a frank smile.

Helena snorts at his comment and stands up, burshing off the dust and dirt that may have gotten on her dress.

After she did so, she turned towards Rome, her glare still on her face.

"So, besides for having jacked yourself off, why are you here in the garden?"

Cheeks tinging slightly, he looked at her frankly. "Oh just jacking off. Thought I would be polite about it and go somewhere more private... obviously I failed.. which means... I will have to kidnap you and silence you forever."

His tone was more of a joke. He wasn't that serious about that.

Helena raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh-huh. And if you were serious, and I can tell you're not because of you're tone, how would you silence me? Kill me or do something else?"

Grinning, he said in a more seductive tone, "Make you fall madly in love with me of course. There's no pleasure in the dead."

Helena's eyes were a bit wide with surprise at his comment and the tone he used with it.

There's no way in hell...shit, he's telling the truth! she thought, shocked, a little fear, and...flattered. She may not have liked him very much because of his attitude, but she did find this Roman handsome. And he complimented her a lot during the tour her and Daedalus gave him and his men.

She knew to some degree she was attracted to him, but couldn't let it be anymore than that because of him admitting to her that he would want Greece, her land, to be part of the Roman Empire, which she didn't want.

Helena straightened herself up and stared Rome right in the eyes.

"And how would you plan to make me fall in love with you when I pretty much want to kick your ass?"

He looked thoughtful, "Oh ... hmm... well first off I wouldn't rape you...and instead treat you like a lady... After all I am not a barbarian. "

Doesn't exactly make me want to kick your ass any less, Helena thought.

"Huh...so you'd be a gentleman to me. With the way you talk and act, you don't really seem like one."