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Sorry, I only know the human Spartacus not his divine counterpart.

[Klaus looks up at the man and sniffs. Even with an umbrella he's getting went.] Huh? I never saw that movie.

Movie? It was a play on words. Spartacus, the rain bringer.

Not sure that's a play on words... Is that what Sparticus was about? I thought it was just Charlton Heston screaming his name in a Roman war or something. You would have thought Luthor would have told me there were super powers. I would have watched that.

[Agron is just rubbing his eyes, not quite certain what to say to that. These words were just so foreign to him.] No, there was no super powers. That's reserved for the gods and their champions. Not mere mortals. I knew Spartacus. Bringer of rain was one thing he called himself.

So he can't actually make it rain?

It would have been quite helpful if he could have, yes.

Your friend sounds emo as hell.

I do not understand that word. Spartacus was a warrior, a gladiator champion, a rebel leader. He outwitted the finest of Rome's strategists. [He looks rather offended by the notion that Spartacus would be anything but heroic. Soft but heroic never the less.]

So he was Roman. I was part right. [Klaus pulls out a cigarette out of a metal case that looks far too feminine to be his. Probably because it wasn't his.] Emo's short for emotional. Subgenre of hardcore punk rock popular in the 90s. Whatever. It means he's the kind of person to call himself the bringer of rain when the only rain he's bringing is tears.

He was Thracian, idiot. He's about as Roman as I am. [He says with an obscure german accent] A Roman slave would be more fucking apt. I do not know what this "Subgenre of hardcore punk rock popular in the 90s" of yours is. Neither would he. [He's barely able to pronounce the words. There's no Latin words for what Klaus speak off.] He got that title after he and Crixus had slain the undefeated Shadow of Death. There had been a long drought in Capua and as the old champion fell, rain poured forth. A favor from the gods upon the house of Bastius. If you see that as a fucking super power then think so.

Edited 2019-04-17 15:29 (UTC)

[Klaus blinks a few times when he's called an idiot then shrugs at the rest. He'd been called worse. Besides, it was kinda fun getting this guy all worked up.] Thorkan? Is that like Turken? Was the Shadow of Death even hard though? I mean I feel like I've seen worse.

[Don't piss off the gladiator with the sharp sword.] Are you fucking deaf? I said he was undefeated. [Have a 6'2" hunk of muscle right up in your face as if he's ready to bite it off.]

Edited 2019-04-17 15:46 (UTC)

[Klaus looks up at him a grins.] Except that he wasn't. You're pal Sparty beat him with scissors... Cissorus? Psoriasis? That doesn't make sense. How do you beat someone with psoriasis?

I've never met someone as moronic as you before. May the gods be charitable on someone as dumb as yourself.

First of all, I was fucking with you. Secondly, you need to work on your personal interaction skills. [He lightly pokes the man in his massive chest.] Just because I don't know your stuff doesn't mean I don't know other stuff. You've never even heard of emo, or punk music, and you looked at me like I'd grown another head when I mentioned movies and Charlton Heston. That's pretty basic shit but that doesn't make you stupid. It's just stuff you don't know yet because you're what? Czechoslovakian or something? No tv's or... mirrors where your come from? What are you wearing? I mean this is New York but that outfit is bizarre even by our standards.

My lack of knowledge is of no big deal. It's the "fucking with me" that I took offense to. Back where I'm from such annoyance was punished with the whip. [He says, not backing down as he look down upon the other man.] Rome and no we have no such thing in my time. As for what I'm wearing, it may not be Roman fashion but it's practical. [He's also broke and out of time but shhh.]

Well, you can spank me if you like. [He batted his eyes and turned poking his butt out at the man.] I like skirts as much as the next man but those shoes when it's raining isn't practical. Look! Your feet all all soggy.

[Cue a confused noise and a long look at Klaus behind. That wasn't fair.] I would prefer fucking ass over whipping it. [He says, his expression just a tad bit softer. He's not angry. Still on guard and suspicious however.]

Skirt? [He glances down onto his feet. Women of his time didn't exactly use "skirts" but dresses. He had never questioned the masculinity of his faulds.] That's called faulds. It's of leather and bronze. A skirt is made of cloth.

[He wouldn't comment on the state of his feet however. He knows that sandals was an awful idea to have in this weather. But he'd rather not walk barefoot.]

[That response caught Klaus completely off guard but he wasn't mad at it. His grin just gets bigger.] I heard that about Romans.

Skirts these days can be made of anything. I've seen metal beer cap and police tape. For real though. My brother is a big guy like you. I bet he'd have something you can wear. Come on. [Tugging on the other man's arm, Klaus nodded in the direction they needed to walk.]

What's your name anyway? I'm Klaus.

Still not Roman. [He said annoyed at the connection.]

[He allowed himself to get lead off. Not much more he could do. Styaing here he would just get wetter.]

Agron.

Oh shit. Right. You’re Thanks. No, that’s EndGame. Is that true about Romans though? [Pardon the junkie. He’s trying.]

You look like an Agron. Sounds big, kinda scary. So how did you end up in New York?

It's indeed true that Romans weren't unfamiliar with enjoying both men and women in the bedroom. Most emperors had male lovers even. But alas it was expected of you to eventually settle down and have kids.

My dominus found it a fitting name. Reminded him of the barbarian king Agron. I do not know how I ended up here in this foreign and wet place.

Yeah, I’m glad times are changing. Not fast enough if you ask me. People should just be allowed to be whatever they want. If it’s not hurting anyone why is it anyone else’s business?

What’s a dominos? Like a boyfriend?

[Agron rolls his massive shoulders in response. There's not much he can add to that not being from this time. Not to forget that Rome was quite advanced in its time.]

Slave master. [He responds bitterly.]