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...a piece of the the old world. Though there was purpose to his steps, and a set line to his jaw that was nearly invisible if not looking for it. ~***~ Sibilus wants to scream, maybe insist that Aemilia doesn’t get near Scipio. Though he doesn’t, because the sudden protest would seem strange...

...and some silver sunglasses, he left his room and headed back towards the gate into New Vegas with the casual swagger and charm that Vinny exuded. ~***~ Every moment in the coliseum made his heart pound harder in his ribcage, he had been holding his breath- as if expecting any moment to be...

...old road sign that displayed what road they traveled. He waited near it, and when Arcade seemed to be ready- they again set off on their journey. ~***~ Sibilus continued to chew on the inside of his mouth, berating himself the moment the promise slipped from his lips. He couldn’t simply...

...to be someone that they are not. “In any case, Doctor Gannon; I suggest you get some rest. I will keep watch. We will leave at first light.” ~***~ Sibilus only lets his own hands go slack beside him when he noticed Aemilia’s own hands balling up into fists. He only realized that he had his...

...illusion of a different shaped face, though the hair will likely need to be adjusted in some way as well if you would like to remain cautious.” ~***~ His feet are aching now, not terribly but it is there and noticeable against the backdrop that is the bruises on his back. Bitterly, he...

...then it will be suspicious.” Again, common sense, though a reminder since Vulpes was rather experienced in pretending to be a different person. ~***~ ‘Cute.’ There is nothing cute about a snake. The comment sends him on guard, makes him want to recoil. He does, slightly, with a tense...

...“Though, if you have any thoughts- don’t be silent Doctor Gannon.” Surprisingly amendable to listening to the other man’s thoughts on the matter. ~***~ Sibilus glances up as the door swings open, initially keeping his eyes towards the ground as he waited. Though as his eyes traveled up to...

...terminus.” He spoke. “We will rest until first light, and then will be back to traveling so we may get back to New Vegas as quickly as possible.” ~***~ Judgement had been passed. Sibilus should feel only relief that Lord Caesar was so merciful, though he could not stop the bitterness...

...the doctor was capable. Hopefully his ‘morals’ wouldn’t prevent him from it. The frumentarius listened for the sound of the weapon discharge. ~***~ Shame. Yes, Sibilus was ashamed. He felt terrible for what he had done, though terrifyingly enough- not because Caesar could order...

...to the process here. I doubt that they would know any better. Novacula Occami. Except in this case, the truth is stranger than fiction.” ~***~ Taking a small subtle inhale through his nose to calm his nerves, he entered with Aemilia as the guard announced Aemilia’s arrival. Sibilus knelt...

...his soul away to the devil for protection against a different evil. The only question was, better the devil you know? Or the one you don’t? ~***~ Roland is a familiar weight in his hands. He doesn’t bother to conceal the weapons as he had on the Strip, as there was no need to hide them. He...

...hands? At least I look people in the eye when I kill them, but you? Like the grim reaper, not even giving anyone a chance to save themselves.” ~***~ Sibilus remained still, allowing Aemilia to use him as a crutch to step onto the barge. He did not mention it, or even glance at her to...

...I will know if you are lying. Now, where is your research primarily held, is it physical copies or do you have a terminal set up in this place?” ~***~ There is a melancholy that fills his soul, but the frumentarius cannot afford to feel anything for the death of such creatures. They had...

...walking, combat knife at the ready. There was no cover to be had in the hall, so he simply tried to keep his footsteps as light as possible. ~***~ Sibilus doesn’t reply when she thanks him, because he doesn’t feel the thanks was earned or justified. He knew if she was aware of the truth...

...the bushes to go find his ‘partner’. With the door now not blocked by dogs, they could always attempt to head inside before the guards returned. ~***~ Sibilus had remained poised over Aemilia through the entire night to make sure she did not pass away in her sleep. His gaze had only been...

...had known, it didn’t cover up the smell of fresh blood. He prepared himself for the other two mongrels, knowing they wouldn’t be far behind. ~***~ The frumentarius frowns deeply. “You shouldn’t.” Is all he says, though he doesn’t argue too vehemently. Sleeping ran the risk of never waking...

...expose them before they were prepared. Vulpes crouched down himself, and continued to their approach through the forest in a stealthy manner. ~***~ Aemilia, she speaks in return. Acknowledges his story, a dangerous thing. He wonders if he should ask her to keep the secret, so that way he...

...may go.” He said, turning to walk down the trail without so much as another word. His pale eyes on alert, looking for any separation in the path. ~***~ “I am fine.” He insists, and he is, truly. His eyes are clear and coherent, and Sibilus offers the third one when it is clear she needs...

...slightly curious what Doctor Gannon’s reaction would be. Suddenly from the darkness would appear the visage of a ranger. “Arcade Gannon.” ~***~ She kept it down. Sibilus whispered a small hushed thanks to Mars, though he wondered if it was Mars’ doing at all. Why would a God of War take...

...he posed it as. There was no heat behind his words, if the edge was there like a blade underneath them- they were hidden far too well to hear. ~***~ The Nightstalker dies in a gurgle when the bullet hits it’s mark, not a headshot. The fact is discomforting to Sibilus. The last one, it...