((OoC: Leaving for thanksgiving soon but wanted to get this up))
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[At the white stoned ruins, Nero is singing all energetic and lovely like, a dusty hammer and chisel on her belt, as she smooths out an ivory white stone statue of herself frozen in the graceful posture of a dancer. As her song ends, she admires her nearly complete work.]
Mm, mm! Soon, at long last there's something worth looking at on this crumbled crag~ Ahh, the satisfaction of shaping stone, working that as course and hard as the earth into a a form so, so not just smooth but almost soft looking that it beckons to be touched~ Ahh.
[She runs her fingers over the stone, then grimaces,k going back to sanding away at it with a rock in her gloved hand.]
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[My goodness, Nero is flustered as she wanders around the necessities!]
It was here! I used it, I distinctly remember it. The water was perfect ... !
Who moved my roman bath!? AND HOW!?
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[Oh man those bears get Nero all fired up...! She remembers well watching the gladiators battle bears. That was awesome. She did it a few times, mostly for the praise.]
[With wasteful energy, she practices swinging her large red sword.] Haah! Haah! [Slice! Slash!]
[She stops and sighs ...] Aaugh, I want to fight'em ... what kind of rule is 'don't harm the animals' anyway? Is it not our place as men to lord over the beasts? [Grumble grumble]
[She's seriously thinking about challenging one of the bears to a duel.]