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Who: Richard the Lionheart and Alexander the Great
What: First Meetings
When: Wednesday
Where: Fort Hamilton
Warnings: Probable Language, TBD
Note: I know nothing of military proceedings.

Richard's job was fairly easy. The base commander knew who he was, and he worked with Washington to provide counsel on tactical matters. He knew he had a title, but it wasn't one on the books. Enough to get him an office, and for even the base commander to salute him. He still wished he could be in the field, providing tactics with just a map wasn't as great, but he was also unwilling to put the lives of good men at risk because he'd be zapped back at inconvenient intervals.

That and you learned the higher you went, the more paperwork got involved. And he'd never done too much of that, and it annoyed him. Right now he was busy with the scandal about Petraeus, wishing the man had been more discreet. Or at least not gotten caught. He'd been CIA for God's sake, you;d think he'd have covered his tracks better. Still in uniform he'd set his legs on the desk, only taking them off when someone knocked.

He spotted the base commander and rose to return the salute, figuring it was something big. Michael tended to leave him alone, and he respected the Colonel for that, and how he actually listened.When he saw the second person he figured out what it was about. He could feel immortal on him and so he nodded to the Colonel's request to get the newcomer situated. Having, mostly, gotten over his habit of treating his equals as subordinates he gave the newcomer a salute before extending his hand once Michael had left. "Morning. Richard." No titles, not yet. Not until he figured out who this was.

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"Thought so," Alexander said, his grin widening. "Felt you in the back of my brain and the accent just sort of sealed it." He tilted his head and studied the other man. "Richard the Lionheart. They talked about you, I heard a few of the stories that came out of the Middle East." He swallowed the 'no one ever mentioned you were cute'. Probably best not to lead in with that.

He snorted then. "Hey, according to some accounts, they called me the best military strategist who ever lived. And they still don't listen." He took the offered folder and tucked it into his arm. "If you could, that'd be great. They made me sign a lot of things to be allowed in, and yet neglected to give me a map."

There was just the smallest bit of pride there, and his smile grew. "Thank you. That's quite something." He had to consciously keep his accent a little less but now felt no need for it. "Especially from you, considering." George was going to have a hayday, he knew it. "I studied your tactics when I was younger. It was amazing. You earn every bit of it" He'd worked to live up to his own name, and he knew Alexander had done the same. Internally however, he was bouncing.

"They never do though. Modern combat is different but not enough you can't adjust. But I can go on for that for the rest of the day. If the Colonel brought you, he knows who you are. We'll probably have to work together." Not, necessarily, a bad thing.

He motioned Alexander along to the office not far from his own. He'd suspected he'd be getting someone on his level to be his co-worker ever since they'd cleared it and had imagined it'd be an immortal. He was pleased it was this man, rather then any other. Alexander knew what he was on about. "Been in the city long?"

"You were big news, everyone had at least heard something," he said. "But reading about everything after it happened, you deserved it. The epithet says it all, I think." He grinned. "Well, thank you. It was pretty much a trial by fire my first time, I was 16. Thankfully things got better from there."

"And round and round, same old story," he agreed. "They just keep updating the weapons when I'd only just gotten used to the previous ones. Way of the world, I suppose. And yes, he knows." That thought cheered him, at least he'd have someone to relate to. "Awesome, you can be the human map until I get a real one." He laughed.

"Ah, no," he replied. "Just transferred in. Living out of a suitcase in a hotel, until I can find someplace to lease. Apparently a 'decent view' means it's half an hour away, or incredibly expensive."

He straightened a little at that. Hearing praises was always nice, but hearing it from someone who had been an inspiration and someone to learn from just made it better. "I was eighteen when I got that." They were subtly comparing, Richard knew that much, that and offering compliments. "And our mother had us rebel when I turned sixteen." He shook his head, "I made many mistakes. Thankfully, I learned. I suppose it's not the greatest idea to use your fathers tactics against him."

He chuckled, "I stopped keeping track of the updates and focus more on the men. They throw so much money at this, but forget the soldiers. Like you can have a war without them." He grinned then, a bit flirtatious but he couldn't help that, "I'd be all too happy to show you around."

"Yeah I gave up on the penthouses. I got a little house a bit farther away. Makes it a drive, but I have privacy which makes it worth it."

"I was 20 when my father was killed, suddenly king and commander of this huge, well-trained army. And then Athens and Thebes and the others revolted, so off we went. They said, 'No, Alexander, be diplomatic, use your words', but I thought, fuck that. And they called me 'Hegemon', like my father before me." He shook his head a bit, clearing away the memories. "Memory lane, hmm? And no, maybe not, but I went into the world partly to upstage my father, so I don't think I can really judge," he added.

"That sounds like a good idea, and they really, really, do," he agreed. "You can't have an army without men, no matter how smart or expensive your weapons are." He grinned too. "Good! I hate wandering around and ending up halfway across a building from where I'm supposed to be."

"I don't even want a penthouse, just a place for me and some things that doesn't look out over an alley. I'll just have to keep looking, I guess. There has to be something."

He chuckled at that. Hearing it was a lot different then reading it. "I was 32 when I got the crown. Never sure if I should have gotten it. Granted it got me what I wanted, and with the resources I needed, but I wasn't really focused on the country." He shrugged. He had his faults, he knew that. "Also didn't help I left the completely wrong people in charge." Grinning he nodded, "same here."

"It's a shame." He'd enjoyed dressing down and speaking to his men. They were the heart of the army, and if you didn't have them you had nothing. And he always wanted to let them know he appreciated how they would fight for him.

"The neighborhood I'm in has some houses for sale. It's nice. Quiet. Most of them scowl at me though, because I keep building trebuchets."

"Yeah...my mother and the general I left in charge just hated each other. That didn't really go over well, they would complain to me about each other. Like I could do anything from wherever I was at the time. But the country thrived. We traded and the economy just skyrocketed. But the people kept moving, and kept sending troops, and we ended up under Rome's thumb. After I died, but still. It was of my making." He shrugged. "I still wouldn't change anything."

"It is," he agreed. "You don't see many generals going and talking to the rank and file anymore."

"Oh yes?" he asked. "If I can't find a place in the city, I'll have to give it a look." He laughed then. "You build trebuchets? Why are they scowling? That's awesome!"

He gave a snort of amusement. He knew he'd be calling George after that, mostly to boast. That and George would probably never forgive him if he didn't mention Alexander was around. "My brother tried usurping my throne. Had to name him heir to keep him quiet." He sighed, "And of course John was kind of awful. Better then me though. Still lost half our lands though." he shook his head. The animosity between him and his brother was well documented. "Same here."

"I try. I go up to the Military Academy every so often to talk to the kids there. They always seem to appreciate it." He gave a nod and pushed the office open, "here you are. And that may be because they may be aimed at their houses." He gave a mischievous grin. He hadn't stopped being trouble. "Maybe. Still I get bored. Nothing to do you know. I was never meant for a desk job and now I can't do anything but."

"I read about that," he said with a nod. "He sounds very...aggravating. Especially with the whole 'trying to steal your throne' thing."

"Well you're doing more than most people," he said, stepping inside the office after Richard. "Oh good, it's not a beige box with no windows! I like it." He snorted. "Just tell them not to let their dogs poop on your lawn, and there won't be any problems." He nodded. "I know how that feels. I've gone to a few bases overseas, but apart from that, I always end up back here. I really hate that sometimes."

"You don't even know the half of it." But this wasn't the time or place to bitch about his little brother. That and he could go on forever, and he was still trying to impress Alexander, and complaining wasn't attractive.

He chuckled, "advantages of being high enough is you get an actual place." He smirked, "Well I have a dog so I can't blame theirs on that. Most of the time I go jousting though." He gave a weary sigh, "can't even go overseas anymore. I'm restricted to here, England and a few places down in France. Can't even see my home Duchy for long anymore. It's not fun. But I manage."

"Something tells me there's so much more than what's actually written down," he said. "There always is, with everything."

"I'll take it, if this is one of the perks," he said, setting his papers down on the desk. It wasn't a huge, grandiose room, but it was big enough to where he didn't think he'd go crazy if he stayed in it for a while.

"You go jousting," he said, grinning. "And you build trebuchets. You clearly know how to have fun. My horse is back in DC, I need to make some time and go and get him. I found a stable to house him in."

He nodded. "I've been back to Pella, and India a few times. But this place always pulls me back if I try to stay too long. It's so different now, I like seeing what's changed."

He grinned, hopefully in a charming way, and leaned against the door. That way he could claim he was getting Alexander situated. The Colonel didn't care what Richard did, but there was a policy to not flirt on duty. But the Colonel wasn't around to scowl at him for flirting. "You'll just have to find that one out."

"Comes with having me as a neighbor too." Then he let off a little because he should probably try and behave. At least during working hours. He shrugged at the comment, "I know how to keep myself busy so I don't go insane. I hardly stayed anywhere. You should come if you get your horse down here. I want to be able to tell people I put the great Alexander on his ass."

"It goes by quickly. Too quickly. Though I guess I shouldn't complain about feeling old right now, considering."

"Ooh, mysterious," he said, walking the length of his new office. "I am intrigued."

He raised an eyebrow. "You could tell them you tried, anyway," he said, smiling, a challenge dancing in his eyes. "I'll have to get the horse as soon as I can."

Alexander's laugh reverberated off the walls. "Was that an old joke? Because I am plenty spry for my age, thank you very much. Whippersnapper."

He spread his hands and gave a shrug. "I live to keep some of my mystery. Keeps it interesting."

The challenge made him grin, "oh there'll be no trying involved. Trust me." He nodded, "let me know. I got a stable of my own up here. We'll put them through their paces."

He found he rather liked seeing Alexander laugh, "I would never dare joke about someone as revered as you." The tone in his voice said otherwise. He knew he had to get back to work though. He pushed off the wall and smiled. "See you around Alexander." He purposefully used more of his French in the name. Mostly because he could.

"Big talk," he said with a small smirk. "I guess we'll just have to see how it goes." He nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"Liar," he said, but there was no sting to the word and he was grinning. "I'll see you later," he said, settling himself into his chair and spinning around a few times. Oh, this assignment was looking better all the time.

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