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Started by Atenra Lancaster, May 15, 2018, 10:25 PM
Atenra Lancaster
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3 Posts 16 Years Male 5'10'' House Lancaster Nobility Written by Lenara
May 15, 2018, 10:25 PM / 420 Words
Atenra knew and understood why Regillus had sent him here. And, of course, he would admit Reggie's logic was sound. If he was here, Titus couldn't hurt him. If he was here, then he was relatively safe. Livia liked him, and he knew how to mind his manners in a way that wasn't going to change that any time soon. Here hidden among Livia's slaves he could avoid his mother's - or Sepheres' - fate. But it still felt like running away. Atenra didn't terribly like the feeling of running away.

On the other hand, being dead or worse wasn't really helpful to anyone either. So... here he was. At the Asheron estate. Atenra didn't really know his way around yet. He knew where the important stuff was, but... he hadn't grasped where everything else was. And he could have asked someone to show him, really. It wouldn't have been hard. Any one of the slaves would likely have been happy to if he'd asked nicely. But instead he was wandering around by himself.

Atenra figured he had a higher chance of remembering where things were if he got there under his own power anyway. On the other hand, it meant that while he was in a part of the estate he hadn't been to before, he wasn't actually sure what he was closest to. There was supposed to be a library around somewhere, he knew. He just, uh, wasn't really sure where it was. And of course, Atenra had a good idea of how to get back to his room from here, but beyond that he wasn't entirely sure where he was. That would come with practice. But at the moment he was still getting around from landmark to landmark.

... Yes, the library was sort-of his current goal. Atenra enjoyed reading sometimes, and at least knowing where it was seemed prudent for the time he would inevitably want something to do that would keep him out of the way.

Atenra turned this corner here and stopped, frowning to himself. Okay, well, he didn't really want to start popping open doors on a random hallway so maybe he was going to need to think this through a little better before he went any further. ... Damn. Okay, um.

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Gannicus
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4 Posts 3,032 Years Male 6' 2" House Asheron Blood Fighter Written by dragonborn
There is strength in standing alone, but there is more in recognizing that you can't.
May 16, 2018, 12:06 AM / 606 Words
"That was probably the most underwhelming sparring session I've ever seen," Tihaan grumbled, as the two made their way up the stairs. Gannicus shook his head, a small smirk on his face, amused.
"There is more to battle than offense," the taller fighter answered. He and Tihaan were really just security, and neither truly operated as a blood fighter, anymore. Tihaan wasn't terribly suited to it, anyway, at least Gannicus didn't think so, and when Livia had asked, he'd taken the chance and was honest about it. Incidentally, Livia discovered he was an ice affinity mage, and had the few ilim in the house begin teaching him to control it. Gannicus hadn't used sorcery in a long time; he'd nigh forgotten how. He could fire a good solid aura bolt, though.
"That sounds oddly cryptic, somehow," Tihaan replied, making a face, mostly befuddled.
Ah, he was young and impetuous. He'd have learned sooner or later, but Gannicus would rather he didn't. In truth, Tihaan was not a fighter. He was a lover and a healer, albeit, he did not know this. It wasn't as if Dalmasca left room for self-discovery, and that was a good deal of what damaged so many. They came here too early, or were born here, and lost who they were before they even knew who that was. Gannicus used to be someone else, once, too. He'd forgotten.

As they reached the top of the stairs, though, Gannicus slowed, breathing in. Tihaan stopped there, on the landing, tilting his head at the older Saqqaran. "What?" he asked. "Trouble?"
Gannicus shook his head, white hair currently slicked in coconut oil and braided in rows. "Familiar unfamiliar scent," he answered.
"What?" Tihaan asked, looking confused.
"Never mind," he replied. "Go on without this one. Will catch up later."
The blue-haired younger man looked even more perplexed, but he knew better than to argue with Gannicus. It was just frustrating, and rarely did Tihaan ever get anywhere. He shrugged, and shuffled down the hall, toward his room. He and Gannicus were set next door to one another, as the Saqqaran was highly against separating from him, and Livia had recognized that early. That she had, and heeded it, made Gannicus more comfortable around her, than he was around most.

Instead of following Tihaan, Gannicus followed his nose. Somewhere on this floor was someone that smelled like Lucain. Incidentally, there was a hint of almond, snow, and pine. He wasn't sure where the snow and pine had come from, probably, that was the scent of whoever that was, but, Victoria smelled like almonds and honey. Eventually, he turned a corner, and stopped, blinking once at the young man not far away. Dusky skin tone, dark hair and eyes, but he could almost resemble Victoria. A breath in, told him, this was the one. The one that smelled like Lucain and Allendale. What was he supposed to say? Gannicus knew Victoria had birthed a son, sixteen or so years ago now, was it? He looked about sixteen or seventeen, maybe, not into his twenties yet. Atenra, he knew, that was what Victoria had named him.

"You seem lost," he decided on. "Perhaps this one could be of assistance?" Most likely, at least. Gannicus hadn't been here but a week or so, but he'd mostly figured out where everything was.

Atenra Lancaster
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3 Posts 16 Years Male 5'10'' House Lancaster Nobility Written by Lenara
May 16, 2018, 06:54 PM / 345 Words
Atenra turned at the sound of movement down the hall from him, and stood frozen partway through that turn, looking at the man a few feet away. There was something familiar about him that Atenra couldn't quite place. He was, of course, distinctive - with white hair and extremely dark skin. That distinctive look meant he could have seen him almost anywhere, practically and still felt the same sense of familiarity. It did not, however, help him figure out where he remembered the guy from.

It was going to bother him, for certain. If only because it felt oddly important.

Oh uh, well. Atenra shrugged a little. "I was... just exploring a little. Cousin sent me to stay with Miss Livia while things calm down at home." It was a shallow explanation, which he didn't owe the slave, but it felt right all the same. "I was sort of trying to find the library but I didn't want to bother anyone so..." He hadn't asked. But he supposed he might qualify as lost.

And yet. "But I seem to have disturbed you anyway. I'm sorry." A shallow dip of his head in apology. It was usually better not to draw attention to himself, so it was just a little uncomfortable to have managed to do just that while trying very hard not to. He did wonder, really what it was that had gotten the guy's attention anyway. Maybe... maybe he'd just been coming this same way and they happened to cross paths. It happened sometimes.

Not everything was some conspiracy set up by Titus to get him in trouble. They weren't even in his reach. That was why he was here in the first place. "I'm Atenra." It seemed polite to introduce himself - and he was sort of curious what this one's name was. ... 'This one'. What an odd way to refer to oneself.

Gannicus
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4 Posts 3,032 Years Male 6' 2" House Asheron Blood Fighter Written by dragonborn
There is strength in standing alone, but there is more in recognizing that you can't.
May 17, 2018, 12:08 AM / 440 Words
Cousin? Ah, he must have meant Regillus, but, Regillus would be his half-brother, not his cousin. There was a reason, of course, that Victoria, Umbrius, and Aurelia, hadn't mentioned that detail. Regillus knew, as far as Gannicus was aware, but everyone else were kept in the dark. He only knew, because he could smell it. Regillus smelled like paper, petrichor, and honey. He'd gotten the paper scent from Umbrius, the honey from Victoria. Interesting, though, that Regillus had gotten the sweet hint of honey, instead of the almond scent, like Atenra had. It was a science thing for the science guys to be concerned with, not Gannicus. He wasn't sure what House Lancaster was like, now, if it'd be safe to tell him... mm, well, he had no reason to believe him, anyway.

"This one's aware," he answered. "The lady Livia mentioned you would be staying with us, all the slaves know. No one minds helping, if you get lost." House Asheron was a decent-sized place, at least. Quite the estate, luxurious without being overdone, the house built around a central courtyard, filled to brim with plant life and a fountain in the center, that doubled as a pool. On hot days, Livia allowed the slaves to take breaks in the pool, to cool down. After so long in House Lancaster, House Asheron were a trip.

Ah, he was right. Atenra. Did Victoria know what that name meant? Of course she did. She must've chosen it on purpose, really. "You are no bother at all. This one is called Gannicus," he answered, nodding in greeting. "Yes, that Gannicus, everyone asks," he added, a hair amused. "This one does remember where the library is. If you'd like, this one can show you the way, master Atenra." Of course, Gannicus was aware, this was his son he was talking to. Atenra likely did not know this; it was safer for them all, if he didn't know, if Titus never had a way to find out. It was better, if he kept his respectful distance. Atenra was, as Titus claimed him, a Lancaster, and thereby a warlord class noble. Gannicus was just a stupid blood fighter. Livia may have been determined to break those habits out of her slaves, but Gannicus knew better. One wanted to be called by their name, the next wanted absolute submission. He never forgot his manners.

Even with his own son, apparently.

Atenra Lancaster
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3 Posts 16 Years Male 5'10'' House Lancaster Nobility Written by Lenara
May 18, 2018, 12:27 PM / 470 Words
Right. Atenra shrank just a hair. Of course they knew. That was a silly thing to say. The only reason they were tolerating him at all was because Livia liked Regillus as a person. Atenra was an awkward imposition, and nothing more - he was strikingly aware of that fact. "I'll keep that in mind." But slaves were supposed to say that. Of course they would pretend they didn't mind helping him. But they certainly had better things to do than show him around. He wasn't Titus, they didn't hate him on sight, but that was the best he could ask for, and he knew that.

Atenra was upset, a little, of course. ... Maybe a lot, if he was being honest. His mom was gone, the forever kind of gone. He didn't know what had happened. He didn't know why she'd jumped - but she had. Victoria wasn't coming back, no matter how much he wished she would. And that was... hard. It was incredibly hard to grasp, the idea that there would be no more quiet moments where he sat and let her braid his hair. There would be no more being gently encouraged to pursue whatever it was he was interested in this time. Losing Umbrius had been just as hard, before, but at least Victoria had been there to help him through it. And then... this. Titus sold his brother into slavery, just completely made him disappear to. Atenra was upset, and if he was honest with himself, a little angry.

Because he'd lost his mother, and then he'd lost his brother too. And now he was here. And Livia was nice, of course. Oh so incredibly nice to let him stay. But the fact that he even had to was - it didn't matter. Being upset about it wasn't going to change things, he reminded himself. Maybe all he wanted was familiarity, but that wasn't possible. He'd just have to live with the hand he'd been dealt.

Oh. Gannicus. The Gannicus. "That must be why you're so familiar." The words came out before Atenra had entirely thought them through, but he made no effort to rephrase, or anything of the sort. It hadn't come out wrong exactly, just in hindsight he wasn't sure he should have said it.

He did grimace at the title though. "Just Atenra's fine." Rather immediately after Gannicus had finished talking. Atenra tried not to fidget in discomfort. "But I would appreciate you showing me, if you would be so kind."

Gannicus
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4 Posts 3,032 Years Male 6' 2" House Asheron Blood Fighter Written by dragonborn
There is strength in standing alone, but there is more in recognizing that you can't.
Yesterday at 07:33 AM / 432 Words
For a moment, Gannicus was confused. Ah, but then, he was accustomed to House Lancaster. Things were different, here. The were shook his head, just so. "It is meant," he said. "None mind. Just ask nicely." Most slaves wouldn't mind their masters near as much, if they took a leaf from the Asherons and, from what he heard, the Essairs, and asked nicely, had some common courtesy and basic hume decency. Not to say that humes were known for their decency, to begin with. Weres, even, were created specifically because they weren't. One of history's greatest ironies.

The first being that prophecy that made itself come true, merely by being said.

Yes, he supposed he might be familiar. Most likely, Atenra had seen him at some point. Gannicus and Spartacus, of course, were the stars of House Lancaster, and Titus liked to make them come up and mingle when they had company, much to their aggravation, but such was life with Dalmascans. Both tried not to think about it too hard, because really, it was easier in the long run.

Gannicus wanted to ask. He wasn't sure if it was rude to, but it'd been a while, since he'd been at House Lancaster, a few weeks at least, and things could change relatively quickly. And, after catching it for a few minutes now, he was fairly sure there was something bothering Atenra. He was here at all, though, Regillus wouldn't send him here if he didn't have a good reason to. He wanted to ask, but honestly, he was afraid to. Spartacus was stupid when it came to him; he wouldn't be surprised if he'd gone and done something moronic.

And yet, Gannicus had done something moronic first, hadn't he.

"If you insist," he answered, nodding for him to follow, as he started toward the library. "This one had been in House Lancaster a long time. Would it be rude if this one asked how things are going for them?" He had friends there, if nothing else. Regillus was a friend, almost all the blood fighters in the stable could be considered frends of his, friendly, if nothing else. And Victoria. He hoped she hadn't taken it too hard, when he'd come here.

He'd always wished she'd run to the Allendales. But he knew why she never had.
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