Somewhere in New York City, the streets were busy, and people went about their everyday lives. Everything appeared typical, but then someone stuck out like a sore thumb. A lost Roman Legionary, in full Legionnaire gear and attire, who had unintentionally time traveled was walking down the sidewalk, staring at the gorgeous lights, buildings, and cars with perplexity, anxiety, and tremendous fascination. He grinned slightly at the marvelous technology.

"Ah... Est technologia... eh.. pulchra... heh, et foeda"

He scoffed in enjoyment while gripping his leather belt, watching as people gave him puzzled looks and sideways glances. He simply looked at them with a raised brow and a sly smirk. He chuckled to himself, murmuring and swinging his head.

"Hehe... Ridiculum Atlantidiānōs"