lucrezia borgia † daughter of the holy roman pope (
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eachdraidh2014-04-09 07:09 am
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[When first brought here, she would swear it all a dream. All that they said and all that they have her on the feast could only be a parting gift from the gods, Bacchus' treats, Ceres' grief of losing a daughter, Diana's farewell for losing a maiden soon enough. But she wakes in her bed, rises and dresses. There is no man that lies with her, there is no parting.
So here she stays alone, save for those she's had the good fortune of meeting. One certain knight she least hopes to see again, though the dream has broken and with it holds the reality, her reality.]
It seems we are in no dream, for I have pinched myself enough to believe it real. I am Lucrezia Borgia of Rome, a place I have found little have heard of. Nor even of my name who I once held with Pope Alexander VI before he was called to be the Shepherd of all men's souls. [She still cannot call herself Sforza. That taste is too bitter in her mouth.]
I address this-- locket [Yes, it is even strange to her, and she must back up a little to see better now.] as a means of addressing this war. I know little on the matter of strategy and battle. My brothers have been taught the skill of the sword, and yet here I am in their place.
A friend-- [For she would consider all those kind to her the night of the feast a friend.] --relayed the thought that perhaps those like I are here for morale, but truly this many ladies?
I shan't sit around. [Lucrezia may not be the Harold of charities she will become, but idleness here does her little.] I wish to make myself of use, though for what I am unsure.
I do truly hope to meet you all, and already call myself fortunate in those I have met. Good day.
So here she stays alone, save for those she's had the good fortune of meeting. One certain knight she least hopes to see again, though the dream has broken and with it holds the reality, her reality.]
It seems we are in no dream, for I have pinched myself enough to believe it real. I am Lucrezia Borgia of Rome, a place I have found little have heard of. Nor even of my name who I once held with Pope Alexander VI before he was called to be the Shepherd of all men's souls. [She still cannot call herself Sforza. That taste is too bitter in her mouth.]
I address this-- locket [Yes, it is even strange to her, and she must back up a little to see better now.] as a means of addressing this war. I know little on the matter of strategy and battle. My brothers have been taught the skill of the sword, and yet here I am in their place.
A friend-- [For she would consider all those kind to her the night of the feast a friend.] --relayed the thought that perhaps those like I are here for morale, but truly this many ladies?
I shan't sit around. [Lucrezia may not be the Harold of charities she will become, but idleness here does her little.] I wish to make myself of use, though for what I am unsure.
I do truly hope to meet you all, and already call myself fortunate in those I have met. Good day.

Borgia timelines :|
It is the year 1498 Anno Domini. And for you? [Since he thinks it so strange enough to ask. Though if others can be from strange worlds entirely, different times cannot be too hard to imagine.]
/wild guessing about pjo timelines
Uh, 2011. [he winces as he says it. the idea's a bit stunning to him, but he can't imagine being the one more than 500 years behind.]
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Have I miss heard you? 2011?
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[his tone is quick to soften, careful not to spook her further. he always says piper's the one who's good with people -- and she certainly is -- but for such a jock-ish looking guy, he's surprisingly tactful.]
Rome's still standing, though. And a lot of other things have gotten better -- women are allowed to do everything men can, for one thing. Including fighting, thus all the girls here. I'm sure a lot of them would actually be offended by the idea that they're good for nothing but morale.
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People such as myself, highborn ladies that have not given skill in battle strategy and have no way with a weapon. For if Caterina Sforza were here, I am sure she would defend this court well. [Though she hides her distaste for the Sforza name.]
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[there's an odd dissonance here in his trying to talk up modern america, given he was raised in a camp that in many ways better resembled a rome even more ancient than the one she came from (not that she really needs the details of all that -- he can only guess that a person related to the pope won't much like his very pagan existence).
but still. hope for the future is important, even if it's for a future far beyond what you could see in your own lifetime.]
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[at least, the gods seem to think so, given they're now chilling in manhattan.]
But that's all pretty complicated and probably more than you need to worry about right now.
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And what of my city? It still fares well you said?
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[please ignore the slight grimace when he says as much. the city's fine, he just doesn't have great memories associated with it.]
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Your demeanor suggests otherwise.
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It's nothing, just...I didn't really enjoy my time there. It's nothing to do with the city itself, I promise.
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[he does appreciate the sentiment, even if she has < I>no idea how lightly that's putting it. for her sake, he can still attempt a smile.]
I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? I'm Jason. Jason Grace.
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[he recognizes the formalities, but he certainly doesn't look too comfortable with them. really, it's kind of weird to have anyone curtsy-ing at him.]
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