Zul'Zae'ju'Jin
the Hugger Troll
He smiled slightly as she made her verbal checklist again reminding him of the go-lucky Option he had served with. Renius often had a habit of talking to himself aloud especially when trying to remember things. It used to drive Kaeso made but over time he had found it it endearing and grew used to the vocalisations of his otherwise reputable second. He watched the world go by in the short space of time that they spent in the car with a absent expression of remembrance. He was glad life in the Legions was always lived by the day. With his role as Centurion, it was his duty to lead from the front setting the example for the rankers that were under his command and responsibility. As a result Centurions were often killed by their willingness to do so. Kaeso knew his time as Centurion was five parts training, four parts experience and one part pure unadulterated luck. He blinked and looked at her as he followed her through the building and was conscious that it did not match with the layout he had set to memory before. "I would very much appreciate that," he said firmly knowing he was again stepping into an alien world.
The room they eventually entered was far too bright for his liking and he winced with an expression that did not hide his disapproval in the slightest. He wasn't going to lie or sugar coat things. He didn't see the point. The room immediately set him on edge and the feeling in his gut rose especially when the man that Valerie had identified as Shane spoke. He stood awkwardly in the room unsure of where he should go or stand and settled for 'an ease' position a little behind where Valerie stood, eyeing the room warily. There even stranger things about the room amidst the somewhat more familiar items such as the medical bench. He listened absently and slowly brought his attention back on the man with an uneasy frown. He had no idea what the man was saying but Kaeso wasn't sure it held anything of a positive note. Perhaps that was his own scepticism talking. He met the man's gaze and held it with the usual steeliness every Centurion eventually learned to live on.
He watched as the man read the papers he was given and wondered what it was that they had spoken about. It wasn't long before he felt he was being eyed over again and detested the feeling as he frowned at the man when he get the feeling he was being spoken to and looked to Valerie helplessly for explanation. He frowned and shifted his stance again as he mulled over her translation, "My blood? Why would you want that?" he asked in total incomprehension of the reasons why blood was taken. Only time blood was taken was when you died or it came from livestock, often used to thicken the gruel they ate. Testing blood was completely alien to his Roman understanding. He listened to her explanation and still wasn't quite convinced. He looked at her for a long time before he moved and eventually sat on the bench he was pointed to.
He stuck a finger at Shane but looked at Valerie as a thought suddenly struck his mind. "He's not going to do some weird mumbo jumbo ritual shit with what he takes, is he? If he is, he can think again," he asked plainly and watched her as he got an answer ignoring the expression upon the other man's face. He was still uncertain but after a few more moments he relented and gave a nod at Shane in the only he could give permission without needing one word to be translated.
"Is that why I'm here then?" he asked, "A health check?" He doubted he had any sort of illness that he knew of but it seemed they were particularly keen on making sure of it.
The room they eventually entered was far too bright for his liking and he winced with an expression that did not hide his disapproval in the slightest. He wasn't going to lie or sugar coat things. He didn't see the point. The room immediately set him on edge and the feeling in his gut rose especially when the man that Valerie had identified as Shane spoke. He stood awkwardly in the room unsure of where he should go or stand and settled for 'an ease' position a little behind where Valerie stood, eyeing the room warily. There even stranger things about the room amidst the somewhat more familiar items such as the medical bench. He listened absently and slowly brought his attention back on the man with an uneasy frown. He had no idea what the man was saying but Kaeso wasn't sure it held anything of a positive note. Perhaps that was his own scepticism talking. He met the man's gaze and held it with the usual steeliness every Centurion eventually learned to live on.
He watched as the man read the papers he was given and wondered what it was that they had spoken about. It wasn't long before he felt he was being eyed over again and detested the feeling as he frowned at the man when he get the feeling he was being spoken to and looked to Valerie helplessly for explanation. He frowned and shifted his stance again as he mulled over her translation, "My blood? Why would you want that?" he asked in total incomprehension of the reasons why blood was taken. Only time blood was taken was when you died or it came from livestock, often used to thicken the gruel they ate. Testing blood was completely alien to his Roman understanding. He listened to her explanation and still wasn't quite convinced. He looked at her for a long time before he moved and eventually sat on the bench he was pointed to.
He stuck a finger at Shane but looked at Valerie as a thought suddenly struck his mind. "He's not going to do some weird mumbo jumbo ritual shit with what he takes, is he? If he is, he can think again," he asked plainly and watched her as he got an answer ignoring the expression upon the other man's face. He was still uncertain but after a few more moments he relented and gave a nod at Shane in the only he could give permission without needing one word to be translated.
"Is that why I'm here then?" he asked, "A health check?" He doubted he had any sort of illness that he knew of but it seemed they were particularly keen on making sure of it.