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Krystal Itzume

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Week Seven [Weekly Writing Challenges]
« on: September 14, 2014, 08:15:33 pm »
This one is going up a bit early because things are chaotic and I want to make sure it gets up "on time".

Theme of themes: Monologue or Soliloquy

Words to use: Asinine, River, Decimate

Length: No length, but keep it mostly dialogue. 

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« Reply #1 on: September 18, 2014, 02:30:24 am »
The paper was thrown across the room in a fit of anger, just as a brunette man strode into the room. “Is he trying to start a war?” The question was not directed at the newcomer, but to a man in a red tunic.

“He knows you won’t go to war with him,”
the lounging one answered, looking just as cross, “It would be asinine to do so. He has the people’s support. He just wants you to surrender.”

“Are we discussing Antonius again?”
The brunette asked, pausing on the Egyptian rug in the center of the room. The blonde man collapsed back into his chair and pushed his long fingers back through his hair.

“Who else?”
The lounging one asked. “Do you know what he’s done now, Gaius?”

Maecenas offered a smirk,
“I haven’t the faintest idea. Do tell, Marcus.”

It wasn’t Agrippa who answered,
“That bastard has made it clear he intends to divide Rome between Caesarion and his twins with Cleopatra, on top of the fact he refuses to sell us any grain.”

“There was a man in the forum who was denouncing Gaius,”
a motion to the blonde, “for eating songbirds and oysters daily while the people starve.”

A muttered,
“I miss Cicero,” escaped the blonde.

Maecenas laughed as he heard those words,
“You do not need Cicero to get out of this mess. Don’t you see? Antonius has positioned himself perfectly for us!” Gaius’s hand fell from his face and he arched a brow at his friend, while Agrippa canted his head. “Oh, you poor fools, you don’t see it at all, do you? It’s simple, really. I knew that eventually, something like this would happen. I saw the way our Antonius looked at Cleopatra when he was last in Rome with her. I’ve been planning for this day.”

“I don’t understand,”
Gaius Caesar admitted.

“Nor do I,”
Marcus Agrippa echoed.

Gaius Maecenas laughed,
“What was it, almost ten years hence that I told you to have Antonius marry your sister, Octavia? Ah, I knew it then, and it was why I told you to do that. Antonius has no sense of loyalty, he is a man ruled by his passions, and we have trapped him! We can be rid of him at long last, if you just listen to me,” Maecenas walked forward and put both of his hands on Gaius’s Caesar’s desk. “Step one is to reach out to our dear friend Lepidus in Africa, and demand his soldiers and his grain. He won’t deny us, for the last time he tried that, his army turned on him. We can begin preparations in this way. Our next step, then, is to target Cleopatra.”

Maecenas’s eyes were alight with mischief long-sense plotted,
“The Roman people love Antonius, but they hate Cleopatra. Is she not the seductress of Caesar, an enchantress who desires our destruction, a Queen! Oh, a Queen, how foul a word here, and one who pretends to be the Goddess Isis. Are her morals not questionable?”

The brows of Caesar furrowed. Maecenas continued,
“My dear boy, the people will not go to war with Antonius, but they will go to war against Cleopatra. Declaim her in the forum, make her intentions clear to the people. Speak of how it is she who wishes to divide Rome and enslave us to her monarchial desires. Speak of how she has led dear Antonius astray with her feminine wiles, away from his loving and devoted wife, Octavia. Speak of her humiliation and continued love of Antonius—nay, first send Octavia to him!”

His hands lifted from the desk as he looked to Agrippa,
“Send her to beg Antonius to return to her, and let her be humiliated.”

Gaius Caesar rose, anger flaring in his eyes at the mere thought of humiliating his sister in such a way, but Maecenas lifted a finger and he remained silent,
“For she will be humiliated, and your case against Cleopatra will be evident. She has bewitched Antonius, and in fact, unmanned him. Made him un-Roman. Your sister will return with word of how Antonius has changed, and so you will grieve over your friend. You will speak of how Antonius blackens his eyes like a Catamite whore, and how he dares to wear purple as if he were a King. You will curse Cleopatra, and you will mourn Antonius. You will make a plea for him to return to Rome, to his wife, before you declare war on Cleopatra.”

Agrippa began to smile then, catching on to the logic Maecenas was working with.
“Antonius will not heed us. He is drunk on Egypt, drunk on power, and drunk on his own delusions of grandeur. He will not imagine the Roman people will support you, but they will. So, he will fight with Cleopatra, and we will decimate the both of them.”

Maecenas observed how Gaius’s posture began to relax, though he swore for a moment he saw some sincere sorrow there.
“Antonius shall be a traitor to Rome. We can have his body thrown into the Tiber river. Then we’ll execute the brat, Caesarion, and have your sister, dear, perfect matron of Rome, adopt Antonius’s children by Cleopatra and raise them as her own. The people will stand behind you in your grief, and they will support you as they supported your father when he was in a similar position, when Pompey Magnus betrayed him,” Maecenas’s smile softened, became sincere, “That will leave you, my friend, the unchallenged ruler of Rome. We will have peace, at long last. Your father’s will shall be completed.”

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Re: Week Seven [Weekly Writing Challenges]
« Reply #2 on: September 18, 2014, 10:46:54 pm »
Subject: Sales Pitch for Death
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