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Started by Leon, May 05, 2018, 09:44 PM
Andreas
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6 Posts 16 Years Male 6' House Cassimer Slave Written by Lenara
May 16, 2018, 04:34 PM / 353 Words
Mm. Okay, when Cyprian put it that way, a lot of things really did suddenly make a lot of sense. So... Cyprian and Aemilius went in circles until one or both exploded. It was an unpleasant, even terrifying thought. Still, Andreas thought, if he was right, they had a much better chance at facing this together than apart. And, of course, he had no interest in losing his brother now that he'd finally gotten him. Either of them.

"You never had a chance to be." Andreas answered fiercely, his tone making it clear that he didn't really agree with Cyprian's stance on the matter. Dre would probably have continued, except Cyprian started talking to himself. "...Who is Belena?" He sounded extremely confused. It wasn't a name he'd ever heard before, so yes, that was very strange. It was just the two of them at the moment so that didn't... hm.

He did glance around once just to make sure though.

Cyprian had never changed his mind so quickly before. And if anything, Andreas' momentarily mistrustful gaze probably indicated just that. "Yeah, Bluebell apparently." Going along with it despite his confusion. It was still Cyprian, he had been here the whole time, there was no question that this was still Cyprian.

"Cyprian you're a better rider than I am." Andreas said, obviously sounding confused. Surely he knew how to ride without- well. He'd asked. And Cyprian didn't usually ask questions he didn't want an answer to, after all. Still, this was strange. What had happened in that handful of moments were Cyprian had suddenly seemed to be talking to someone else entirely?

"Anyway, you sit, um, back a bit." He frowned hair, trying to figure out how to explain it. "On your seat bones at the back of your pelvis instead of forward more on your front." That was the best way Andreas could explain it. Hopefully it made sense.

Cyprian
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6 Posts 28 Years Fluid 5' 8" House Cassimer Slave Written by aphelion
Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.
May 18, 2018, 04:59 AM / 510 Words
Right, Bluebell, she was right. Belena nodded, still somewhat wobbling all the way out the back door. Now, which one was Bluebell? Belena hadn't been paying attention, she was too busy glowering at Cyprian.
The roan, Verres' melodic tones flitted through her head.
... that was helpful. The roan. Right. Not the bay.

She turned a bit pinkish. Cyprian was a better rider than Andreas, presumably, she wouldn't really know, but probably. Her on the other hand, she could ride a horse, but she wasn't used to having a... which was funny, because she'd always lived in this body, and should be familiar with having a... but she wasn't. Most of the time, really, Belena spent her time in their inner world, you know, when not dealing with Salonus (and they hadn't needed to, in quite some time now, thank the gods for that). She wasn't used to physical exis -

"WHOA," she exclaimed, stopping as she got outside the door. Holy shit it was so bright and colourful! A deep breath in, as a breeze picked up, closing her eyes for a moment. It smelled... like... what'd it smell like... Belena had no idea, being honest, but it was a nice smell, like, like alive, it smelled alive, yeah! How was Cyprian so depressing when the world was so colourful and alive? She smiled, just slightly, opened her eyes again, glanced around looking for - ah, there they were, over by the small pond in the back of Lucius' small estate. That made sense, hadn't they said something about watering the horses?

"Uh. Sorry, got distracted," she said, glancing back at Andreas. "But, right! I remember now. I forgot." Belena patted her hips, trying to figure out how that worked... uhh, well she could just tuck - yeah, men were built weird... that was beside the point. Aw, she kind of missed her boobs... well, she didn't have to stay long, just long enough to get them on the horse and going to... wherever they were going. Oh, right, Essair. House Essair.

She didn't know anything about House Essair. Cyprian didn't seem to, either. Well, he knew some things, certainly more than she did. "Do you know anything about House Essair?" she asked, glancing at Andreas again. "... like, how much is this going to suck?" But then, if House Essair was willing to take in not just a random slave, but also an injured and potentially dying slave, and then apparently attempt to save his life, and then go get his brothers, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "... though, I guess, if they're willing to go to this much trouble over a slave kid they hardly know, can't be that bad."

Andreas
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6 Posts 16 Years Male 6' House Cassimer Slave Written by Lenara
May 19, 2018, 08:29 PM / 415 Words
Andreas gave Cyprian a quizzical look at the exclamation, and he paused just to one side of him. He looked, perhaps, a little concerned - as if he wasn't sure if perhaps Cyprian had hurt himself or something similar. To be fair, he really wasn't sure at this point, and Cyprian was acting strange enough to make Dre worry. First the abrupt shift from arguing with him to agreeing to come. And now... this. He was probably paranoid, Andreas reminded himself. He didn't know Cyprian well, and everything had been tossed all over the place and of course he was a little off balance.

Right? Right.

"It's fine." Andreas assured immediately, smoothing out his own expression before his brother could say anything about it. He didn't comment on the last bit - it was an odd thing to forget, but some people were forgetful. And maybe it had been longer since Cyprian rode than Andreas thought it had been. It wasn't like he had extremely close contact with his brother all that often.

"Not really." Andreas admitted mildly. "There are about a thousand rumors, but I don't really put much stock in those." And none of them painted a picture that made sense of what was happening, so there was that. "But I was thinking about the same thing. If they're willing to try this hard to save a new slave's life, it's got to be worth trying at least." the worst that happened was that the kid was a bit spoiled, from where Andreas was sitting.

Any of the more abusive ones wouldn't bother trying at all, much less reuniting them as a family even temporarily. "I suppose when we get going we could try to get Leon to talk about the House a little." Surely the Ilim knew more, right? And he was trusted enough to come get them by himself, which seemed to indicate that he should know a lot more than they did. Not that that was hard, since apparently Cyprian didn't know much about Essair either.

At any rate, Andreas went forward then, approaching the Roan at a slow pace, intending to let Bluebell sniff him a bit before attempting to mount. ... It seemed prudent to try to avoid startling the horse, after all.

Leon
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10 Posts 17 Years Male 4' House Essair Slave Written by dragonborn
Words mean nothing. It is easy to say, but it is many times harder to do.
May 28, 2018, 04:54 AM / 285 Words
Seemed at least Marina wanted water. Bluebell had some, but didn't stay for long. But, well, Marina was the older of the two. Leon supposed, Marina probably wore out faster than Bluebell did, got thirsty sooner. He wasn't terribly privy to how horses worked, just that they did, and he guessed, that was the important part.

Kassandros seemed decently confident Dimitrios would live, he just had to take care of his injury, that was all. Leon, well, he had a hard time disbelieving anything Kassandros believed. Unless it was stupid, like, you know, that streak of monster complex he had. Internal sigh, here. Leon hated that side of him, but, in all honesty, he hated whoever or whatever put it there even more. That was, maybe, neither here nor there. It wasn't like Leon would ever have the chance to pin them to a wall with aura-bolts.

Ah, there they were. Andreas went to getting familiar with Bluebell. Lucius probably had mentioned that Bluebell was the younger of the two, she had good, strong legs, and could carry them both okay. But they'd stop, here and there, along the way, to give the two a break. "It'll take a bit longer than normal to get there," Leon said. "But, Marina wears out easily, I don't want to overload her, so we'll stop occasionally." Sometimes, the mares decided they were stopping, now, on no uncertain terms, as they'd go right for water.

They were good mares, though. Kass had ridden Marina when he was a preteen, so at least the bay had been around a while.

Cyprian
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6 Posts 28 Years Fluid 5' 8" House Cassimer Slave Written by aphelion
Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.
Jun 01, 2018, 04:13 AM / 449 Words
Yeah, there were rumours. Cyprian remembered those, enough that Belena wasn't completely unaware of them, at least, but it seemed, perhaps, somewhat logical to put some stock in them, no?
Dalmascans lie, Verres mentioned. Dalmascans that dislike someone lie even more.
Oh. Belena made an 'oh' face, there, thinking that over. If a Dalmascan wanted to ruin someone, of course, they'd spread really horrible lies. Yes? So the more horrible the rumours were, it was potentially more of a sign of how decent you were, not how terrible?
Precisely.
... well, that made figuring out what to think rather the crap-shoot, now didn't it? Which, Belena figured, was kind of the point. The rumours that Cyprian had heard were fairly terrible, and from what she could tell, House Essair, thus far, did not meet those standards, or the lack thereof. Which meant, either someone was very good at hiding House Essair's dark side, or they didn't really have one, and the rumours were just that, rumours. Probably intended to harm Essair's reputation. Ahh, she remembered those games, from back in the day when they were friendly with House Salonus.

She hated House Salonus.

"Oh!" Belena nodded. "Yeah, good thinking! He probably has a better idea of what the heck's with House Essair than we would." Certainly, how he spoke about the House would say mounds. There were ways of telling apart the genuine praise, and the praise that was really only spoken for fear of retribution at some point, if, somehow, one's master heard about it. Cyprian, and by proxy, Belena, hadn't been a slave very long, but they both knew how this crap really worked. Unfortunate, but, so it went, she supposed.

Belena did, at least, move around so she wasn't outside Bluebell's line of sight. "Pretty horse," she murmured. And then Leon started talking, and she perked up, slightly. Ah, stopping occasionally. "I wouldn't, either," she answered. "As quickly as I'd like to see Dimitrios, travel time is a thing. Oh, out of curiosity, are we going to be doing anything else around the house? Since we'll be there, and all, makes sense we may need to do other things, just curious if you know what." She thought she'd worded that vaguely enough, Leon might actually talk about the House itself, a bit, without her having to outright ask.

Not to say she was above outright asking.

Andreas
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6 Posts 16 Years Male 6' House Cassimer Slave Written by Lenara
Jun 03, 2018, 12:45 AM / 279 Words
"Yeah, exactly." Which made him a useful well of information, at least as long as they seemed to be coming from a place of genuine curiosity and not trying to hurt him. Slaves could turn on their masters, but some genuinely protected the evil ones just as often. It depended on how they were treated and how well they convinced themselves that this was normal, among other things.

"Certainly better to take our time getting there instead of hurting one of them." Andreas agreed mildly. There was really no point - it would make things take longer and wouldn't help anyone anyway. Nevermind then he'd feel bad because one of the horse got hurt because they were rushing. Dimitrios would either be okay when they got there, or he wouldn't. The rush would not help matters any.

Well, that was... a pretty good way of asking the question. He'd wait and see how Leon answered it before adding to it himself for the moment. Given Cyprian's momentary lapse in memory maybe it would be better if he mounted first. Hm.

He patted the mare gently for a moment getting her used to him. She seemed calm enough about the whole thing, so Andreas didn't delay that much longer before sliding up onto the mare's back. And then he shifted forward a little to make sure Cyprian had room, and offered a hand to his brother. Yes, Cyprian was the better rider, but he had bad days sometimes. And it was usually better not to call too much attention to that.

Leon
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10 Posts 17 Years Male 4' House Essair Slave Written by dragonborn
Words mean nothing. It is easy to say, but it is many times harder to do.
Jun 05, 2018, 02:45 AM / 371 Words
Leon didn't seem terribly surprised by the question. That was a normal thing to wonder, he supposed. He just shook his head, though, as Marina finally decided she was done with the water, and quickly scrambled his way up onto her back. He was a bit smaller than the saddle, and didn't quite reach the stirrups, but he didn't really need them. Leon was decent enough a rider to nudge Marina into moving by just shifting his hips right and clucking.

"Nothin'," Leon answered, gently tugging Marina back toward House Essair. He'd wait for Cyprian to mount, of course, but getting Marina on the right track early, wasn't a bad idea. "You two are just taking care of Dimitrios. Of course, he isn't allowed to walk anywhere, so he'll need help with bathing and changing his bandaging, um, getting food and drink, Kass said he's allowed to read anything he wants in the library, so he may want books and stuff. Probably will need help getting in and out of bed, and stuff. Something about a big furnace in the back shed?" Leon wouldn't really get that reference, so, he hoped they did.

"I'm the house chef, so I take care of mealtimes, they're always at the same time. Kassandros has a morning routine, I like to have breakfast done when he is, around noon's midday meal, and around five or six, I'll be working on dinner. Ah, there are only two rules in House Essair, don't hurt anyone with your choices, or purposely put them in danger, and be back behind the walls before nightfall. ... and I really wouldn't... um, try talking anyone into bed with you if they don't want to be there. Kass doesn't take that very well. He'll probably hurt you. Uh, but if anyone tries that with you, and you don't want their attentions, just, tell someone. Preferably him; if he doesn't know already, he'll want to."

No meant no. And Kassandros was pretty adamant about it continuing to mean no.
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