+ WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN

[Oz Gavin Jenson]

all the paintings on the tombs,
they do the sand dance don’t you know…

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Oz found himself wandering about. Classes had ended maybe an hour ago and he was at the library now. Oz had been spending so much time lately trying to come up with dirt that he could gradually give to Anti-RSOR. Nothing was more appealing than causing drama that could cause distrust, discomfort or even cause the RSOR to break apart into sections. Then when they were at their worst, he would make amends…not mentioning his part in it. He would befriend each group and get himself a position on the leaders panel for his efforts! It was brilliant. He was already establishing himself as the nice guy to any of the new members and to the old ones he wasn’t quite as familiar with. If he could take that damn Cox’s place all the better.

Oz couldn’t help but feel like he deserved a position on the leader’s panel. He was Ramses the Great! He had conquered worlds, formed peace when needed and lead his civilization in a way that enabled it to prosper. He had lead it for 66 years on top of that and he had done it well. He had been a fair ruler and he was known as Ramses the Great for that very reason. He was considered great. He had ruled better than any pharaoh before…or after! He deserved to be a leader, not some nobody member of RSOR. He didn’t just write some chunk of literature, act in some movie or invent something…he did something more than that. All those events were one time things—or at least only happened a selection of times. What he accomplished was 66 years of non-stop work. He was a legend compared to most of the nobody’s in RSOR. He had yet to meet one who deserved to lead more than him—and that included damn Joan of Arc. Her instabilities alone should rule her out as a leader!

Now to say that Oz didn’t like RSOR at all would be a lie. He loved the people there, he just felt in this aspect he was superior. He may not be able to write like some of them or act like some of them, but he could lead better than any of them. It’s his thing! Leading was just what Ramses had always been good at! What Oz had been good at.

Breaking from his thoughts Oz noticed he was standing in front of the Egyptian history books and pulled a few. Ancient civilizations were grouped so he could find Rome, Greece and a few other major ones with titles on the shelves too. He pulled a few he had borrowed several times before and walked to a table to sit down and flip through. Oz missed Egypt. Sure this world was phenomenal by comparison but Egypt would always be home. And sometimes Oz was sure home was harder for him to find pieces of in this world than many of the other RSOR members. Some of them had lived in times that were different, yes, but not so far back as his life had been. Only a select few understood his feelings—and he wasn’t about to discuss them. Not right now at least…He needed strength on his side, not weakness.

He left the pages open on a full display about King Tut. Recent things had been discovered about him of course, but Ramses wasn’t interested in who was on the page so much as the artifacts. When it came to art and beauty no one matched his home, and no time period did either. He sat back with a sigh, closing his eyes irritably as he tried to work out just how to go about contacting Anti-RSOR and giving them the rumours he was ready to have spread.

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[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Homework. Lex was nauseous at the thought of staring at books filled with words. Well, he was nauseous everything he did today. His first bout of chemo had happened yesterday, and it was just as bad, if not worse, than he remembered. He swore he could still feel the fluids dripping through his veins, and just the thought made him have to stop walking, close his eyes, and inhale through his nose. Out his mouth. In, out, in, out, gag, in, out. Slower, more controlled, he breathed deeply and evenly.

His skin had already lost some of its ruddy health, and if you had known him, you would be able to tell that he was hurting badly. Those who didn’t would just suspect that he was tired, or that he had missed a meal. But those who were close to him could see the purple bruises beneath his eyes, feel the coldness of his usually warm skin, and see the pain that it took for him to walk normally. It was good that this homework wasn’t due for a few weeks, because it would take him that long to read the material. His brain felt sluggish, and his body wasn’t doing much better. The urge to sleep off his discomfort was so attractive, that as soon as he was in the library, Lex almost turned right back around and out.

The sight of the shelves filled with novels, and magazines, and books on subjects that were usually under his thumb, blurred slightly as he hobbled to the search computer. He needed books on the history of some civilizations. Mostly civilizations in Africa. Call him egotistical, but he had never bothered much to think about the history of other nations. Once his great empire fell, he lost interest in history up until the 16th century.

Part of him had to wrestle with the want to look up information on a certain inventor, from a certain time, with a name that rhymed with Romas Pedison. The woozy thoughts made the poor world conqueror smile an intoxicated smile, and he blinked lazily before typing in a few key words about the African civilizations he needed. It was nice to think about his boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word was still so strange to him, and it made him feel giddy and nauseous to think that he had one. He, the captain of the basketball team, reincarnate of the world’s greatest conqueror, strong, charismatic, and logical, had broken two of his rules in one go.

Number one was never to let pleasure get in the way of business. They hadn’t really gotten around to the pleasure part, Lex blushed a bit at the thought and his face took on a splotchy sickly red tint, but this would definitely affect their work together in the RSOR, being that they both were on the Leader’s Panel. It was bad politics, and bad battle strategy to let leaders commingle their interests. But soldiers were a different story completely. Alexander the Great was famous for using this fact to his advantage. He remembered his past life very clearly, and one of his greatest and most revered battalions came readily to his mind. Three hundred gay or bisexual men, all with their own lovers battling beside them. Who better to fight for the safety of their loved ones, when they were not feet apart, fighting also? It was one of his better or worst ideas. There was never a more ferocious battalion in his time. But there had never been so much resentment, so much sadness. And he, being a bisexual man, could feel their pain better than any other.

Number two was to never let weakness show to those who respect you. Skylar had respected Lex, and they had worked together well, arguing different angles and figuring out new things and new ideas. But now the older boy knew too much. Two secrets that could destroy Lex’s reputation as the strong and determined leader he was. One secret was a shared one, and that was that they were now locking lips more than a couple in a cheesy vampire movie. Well, when Lex wasn’t vomiting up his guts. That was secret number two. It was a dangerous secret, because it was one that soon everyone would know, but hopefully no one would acknowledge. Hopefully it would hang on the delicate edge of being in control, and rock uneasily back and forth without tipping any which way.

Lex took note of a few books that looked promising. The thuds of his heavy feet against the carpet were dull and sleepy as he shlupped over to the section that he needed to search through. When he looked at the shelves and decided that this would be no easy task, he sighed in frustration and walked back to the end of the aisle, intending to put his bag on a table.

Then he noticed a member of the RSOR sitting at a table, staring at a book about Egypt. No wonder, it was Ramsey, the Pharaoh. Lex searched his fuzzy memory and remembered that his name in this life was Oz. That was the extent that Lex knew about the younger guy. That and the fact that the kid was after his job. It was well known that Oz really wanted to be on the LP, and would do anything to get on it.

“Hey,” Lex yawned, and he covered his mouth with his hand. “You’re Oz. Right? Sup?”

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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

all the paintings on the tombs,
they do the sand dance don’t you know…

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Oz hadn’t been paying much attention when he was addressed and would have missed it entirely if not for his name being included in the comment. He tore his eyes from the pages to look up at a familiar face. Then again, who in RSOR didn’t know a person on the Leader’s Panel. Oz both hated and liked some of the leaders but first and foremost he was out to discredit them so he had to tread carefully, especially when he got to talking with a leader. In fact, he sort of enjoyed the fraternization and the feeling that came with talking with the leaders, and most especially Isa. He loved word games and playing with what he was saying so it came across as something completely different than he intended. Oz was good at that—and that was part of what had made him a great leader and a great charmer in this life.

Oz took in the look of Lex and noted the other was tired and a bit worn. He tried not to consider why as it could be any number of things from school, to RSOR affairs to personal problems. It wasn’t Oz’s business. But to hell if he didn’t at least mention it. It would come up in the conversation that was sure to follow.

”Yes, I’m Oz. Oz Jenson.”

[/b] Oz replied with his signature smile that was just full of charm and false happiness crept onto his face. Even in genuine happiness his smile was similar and that was because Oz had perfected it. He had to control his reactions, his visuals and any part of his face for many reasons. And having been a leader he had known how to appear relaxed when he was tense, happy when he was miserable and delighted when he was furious. It was an amazing skill and one that Oz possessed. It was an amazing asset and it would continue to be one with the plans Oz was about to put in motion.

”Not a whole lot. I am just trying to pass the time I guess…”[/b] Oz answered in response. He noted the look of Lex again and couldn’t help himself. ”You seem tired Lex. You sure you should be doing homework? I would think sleep is a viable option when you look as bedraggled as you do.”[/b] He asked. It certainly didn’t make him seem much like a high school kid when he used certain terms. But between another RSOR member and himself he expected that Alexander the Great would get the picture.

It was a bit ironic that Alexander the Great would approach Ramses the Great. They were both Greats by the way humanity recognized them. And they were both conquerors and great leaders. And that was why Lex was a threat to Oz. It was hard for Oz to forget that when his whole life was revolving on his need to dominate RSOR and become one of the leaders’ panel. But at the same time, that alone mean Lex demanded some respect from Oz that Oz couldn’t help but give. Even in all his cockiness and arrogance, Oz had respect for other great leaders. At the very least, Oz could admit that at least Lex deserved his position on the leader’s panel. It was people like Winston Churchill, Thomas Edison and Amelia Earhart that ticked Oz off. They were not real leaders, not like he was and certainly not like Lex was. But Lex was still the enemy for the time being and Oz couldn’t forget that.

”Anything I can do to help out at least…” Oz offered, all charm despite his decision to consider Lex an enemy. He snapped the book he was looking at shut and turned his full attention to Lex. It was another tool to being charming Oz had picked up. People in general liked attention being paid to them and to show someone your full attention was one way to cause them to feel they can trust you or at least that you are intensely interested in them which was flattering to most. Yes, Oz was good at being charming…it was perhaps his best asset.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

The world conqueror was as wary as he could be while totally doped up. But it was also really tough to distrust someone who was so gosh-darn charming. The smooth voice coming from the young Pharaoh washed over Lex like silk, and he felt distinctly like he had just sank into a warm bath. Feeling suddenly a bit too comfortable, he sat down at the table with the younger boy, and leaned back, allowing his muscles to pop and unclench.

“Yea,” he agreed, as Oz told him his full name. He searched his fuzzy brain. That sounded awfully familiar, and he felt bad for not remembering it before. But before he got too concerned, a slightly loopy smile wove its way onto his face in reply to Oz’s grin. Something about him was so charming, that it was tough to remember that Lex shouldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. Lex’s consciousness urged him to remember that Oz gave that smile when he was angry, or upset, or planning something. Lex had seen it enough times during RSOR meetings to know that a smile didn’t have to mean happiness or anything positive.

Then Oz said something again, and Lex squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to listen. It was like listening under water or through syrup. Everything was fuzzy and murky and muddy and impossible. What made it all the more embarrassing was that the Pharaoh was asking about his health.

“No,” Lex muttered, shaking his head. “I gotta get some work done sometime.” He needed to stay on track. Getting behind in school was not an option. Not with his boyfriend being a genius. He couldn’t and wouldn’t handle the shame of failing school while his Skylar was smart enough to be in Cal-Tech by now. And then Oz had to insult him. It wasn’t on purpose he was sure. Or maybe it was. But it wasn’t favorable, what ever the intentions were. The world conqueror’s eyes narrowed and he folded his arms over his chest. His ego was flexing and shouting to yell at the kid. But they were in a library. And he was too weak to beat up anyone.

He was most certainly not bedraggled. Well, okay maybe he was. But it shouldn’t be that obvious that he was sick. Or was it? He was suddenly very self-conscious, and he curled in on himself. And it was made both worse and better by Oz turning his full attention to him. The sound of the book snapping shut was explosive in Lex’s ears, and he winced slightly before sighing.

”Anything I can do to help out at least…” Lex didn’t know whether he should be thankful or concerned, and he decided he was a bit of both. He smiled uneasily and pried his arms apart, putting both hands on the table top and inhaling deeply.

“I’m just so run down. I haven’t felt like this for years…” It was difficult to describe what he was feeling without saying leukemia or chemotherapy. It was like playing Taboo, which Lex was never good at anyways. He watched the Pharaoh closely for his reaction to what he was saying, hoping that there would be no spark of recognition and understanding in the charming face. He wanted the younger guy to stay in the dark on this subject. To feel concern, and admire his strength, but to think that it was just something small. Like mono. Oh how Lex would have loved to only have mono. It would have been so nice.

But he didn’t. He had cancer. And now to put the icing on the lie, Lex would tell a cute little ending that would help push the conversation away.

“It’s alright,” Lex quipped. “I’m talking some medication and it’s really helping. I’ll be okay soon.”

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[Oz Gavin Jenson]

all the paintings on the tombs,
they do the sand dance don’t you know…

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Oz had that effect on people a lot of the time and it was true he was quite aware of the reaction others had to his charming manner. Sometimes there were people who found distrust regardless, like Isa had felt. For those people, his charm with grate their nerves and irritate them, which was an acceptable reaction. Just as acceptable as the relaxed and friendly one he got. Or the not as relaxed but yet still friendly reaction. It was definitely Oz’s greatest skill and weapon in this life. His last life his skill in combat was much more important.

Oz was also sure that Isa wasn’t the only one who recognized that Oz didn’t really react when he was in a bad mood either. His smile was as much a safetly blanket as any. It was secure to him and it felt right no matter what the mood. He didn’t like to appear upset, or even angry. But yet he still appeared to smile when he was either. Anger was an emotion that sometimes broke the charm if he was furious enough, but it took quite a bit to take that step and go that far.

So far the conversation appeared to be off to a good start, however, and to Oz, Lex was eating up the charm. He wasn’t aware that it wasn’t simply his charm doing all the work, but that was fine for the mean time. Lex naturally would have appeared much more alert any other time. Oz wasn’t aware of Lex’s situation, however, and therefore was unaware of what was already effecting the older boy.

Oz nodded in understanding when Lex insisted on getting some work done. ”I can understand that…homework this time of year comes in large quantities. If you want any help with it, let me know. I may not be phenomenal in some subjects, but perhaps I could be of assistance.”

[/b] Oz offered, that charming smile still quite prominent on his face.

Oz was for once not intending to be insulting. He was very good at lacing his charm with comments or remarks that were intended insults. Today, he hadn’t bothered, he was just trying to appear concerned for the other as any person normally would. Oz was mildly concerned in truth, but he’d never admit it to anyone. Though he did wish the leader’s panel would accept him, he harboured some respect for those who he felt deserved their positions. Lex was one of those people. He did have some ill will against all of those on the leader’s panel of course. But Lex was definitely one of the better choices for leading positions.

Oz’s smile became sympathetic when Lex admitted to feeling run down. Oz had been there and felt that so many times it was hard not to understand. Of course, he didn’t realize that he actually couldn’t understand, seeing as the reason behind that weariness was far from anything Oz had experienced. ”My offers stand…I haven’t anything I really need to see to. So if you want any help with anything I am free to help however is needed,”[/b] Oz offered again. ”Everyone has moments where they feel weary or run down.”[/b] He added afterwards.

Oz smiled in a manner that left a sense of relief on Oz’s face. ”That is good to hear to say the least. It would be quite horrible for someone of your calibre to remain weary like you are, even if this life doesn’t allow a warrior of any sort to show their quality.”[/b] Oz offered, having briefly scanned the area before making the comment.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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