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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:00 am
 [[Akima]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 12:09 am
"I was thinking of getting some food," he said.
"Segius always makes quite good food, but when the meat is finished and I crack open the bones and am sucking the marrow out, it just always tastes sweeter if it was made by an attractive young woman. I was hoping to find such a creature to enthrall on my way out, and you don't know how to cook, so it would seem I'm out of luck," he said, speaking of his manservant as he took his seat.
He grasped the steel bell with the silvered handle and rang it. It gave a mournful, charnel sound and Sergius was quick to appear. Matasoga told him what he had wanted of the usual items prepared and he was quick to leave and return with a large silver tureen, containing what he had ordered, while taking Mataoga's spear and lie it in the usual place prepared for it while Matasoga ate. It was camel steak, which Matasoga ate, while drinking his favorite brand of ale: Arrogant b*****d.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 3:18 am
[[Akima]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 3:54 am
"Sure," he said, sawing off another piece.
He drove his fork into it and then held it upward at an angle that would be easy to access to her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 7:37 am
[[Akima]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:44 pm
Matasoga didn't wait for it to pass inspection, but kept eating, sinking the tines of the fork back into the slab of meat as soon as it was free and began sawing the piece off with his knife. He muttered "You're not meant to go to the kitchen unless you intend to cook," he said. "Have a seat. There's more on the way."
No sooner had he said this than Sergius brought out a second tureen, containing the same dish as the first.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 10:52 pm
[[Akima]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 2:54 pm
It was indeed camel steak, just as he had said.
Matasoga regarded her from his visible eye and considered the problem. Right now she was not so much a slave as someone that lived in the lap of luxury with minimal interaction and ate his food, for free. He didn't require that a slave under him be miserable. He even actively worked to prevent it. But this was no slave at all, so much as a moocher who once carried the wait of a human body for him.
She required a regular task. "Tell me, again," he spoke. "Aside from fighting, what is it that you do?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:30 am
[[Akima]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:15 am
He wasn't sure that she had the patience for cooking and she definitely didn't have the knowledge. He'd like her to be able to do something that wouldn't require learning the incredible basis and costing a fortune in mistakes and ruined food.
"Do you see the candles?" he asked. "Below them are traps for the wax. They need to be emptied and occasionally replaced, if they've burned low enough.
"I'd also like you to dust and vacuum. Do you know how to do that?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:44 am
[[Akima]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:32 pm
"Very well," he said, placing down his fork and knife. "In that case, I'll be heading out. Help Sergius by taking one of the tureens back into the kitchen so that he can wash them."
He stood, extended his hand, and soon had his spear placed in it. "Meanwhile," he said "I am going out."
((Until further notice, sleep is something that will simply happen in the interim. I'd rather get through the business of finding at least one more slave before too much longer, rather than slow things down with sleeping and the like, when it doesn't even allow for any conversation or development.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:11 am
Matasoga led his new acquisition up the fairly steep hill, often checking back to make sure that she was able to navigate it. The slow, familiar chill soon set in that only ever served to make the warm interior of his manor all the more inviting. He continued to answer, in good humor, any other questions that she asked along the way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:25 am
 Angel looked all around while following behind still. "Wow! This place seems pretty big!" Everything seemed new to her, none of her previous owners owned a place with this much room before. Angel wondered what the inside would be like.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:34 am
After ensuring that she wasn't having any trouble navigating the hill, Matasoga continued his march onward and upwards, only to find (much to his surprise) Sergius standing outside waiting for him.
"Sir, a most urgent matter demands your immediate attention," he said in a rather emphatic tone.
"What is it?" Matasoga asked, rather pensively.
"Betrayal," he said, handing him an envelope.
Matasoga quickly took the envelope, slit the top with one black-nailed claw and drew out the slip of paper. His reptilian eyes dashed back and forth furiously as he read the contents of the note.
"Ah, yes, I had a feeling about that one," he said, rolling up his right sleeve. "Once the perfect minion, ruined by ambition."
He neatly folded the letter as it had been, replaced it into the envelope, held it aloft in the hand with the rolled sleeve and incinerated it with a lightning bolt originating from his mouth that engulfed much of his hand (which seemed not to harm him).
"Challenge accepted," Matasoga calmly intoned as the blackened ashes fell to his feet.
He turned to the new slave and asked calmly, "So sorry, dear, what was your name, again?" as though he hadn't just been issued a challenge from a former minion.
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