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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 4:55 pm
Caprica had had an excellent nap and was now fresh and ready for the day. He had also had a bath and cleaned his clothing. He wanted to look his best for the games that were coming. He wanted to find the king and reassure himself that he was not going to cancel them. He wanted to have this chance. He trotted out into the garden, wondering if he had come back here. Instead he saw that idiot Tristan, who likely had no ambition at all, and Shiyaa dressed to kill. ...Or screw more likely.
He strode up to Tristan and caught his attention with a wave. He signed to him. Why are you two dressed like this? You look like sluts.
((What a polite young man. ^_^))
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 5:03 pm
Shiyaa stared at Caprica, trying to figure out the sign language. He frowned, not understanding it at all. Instead, he blinked at tristan.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:46 pm
Tristan signed back to Caprica.~You didn't know?We're just getting ready for a little bit of a party with The Guard. We'll be gone out all night but we'll be a couple of happy whores by tommorrow.~ He laughed a bit and wrapped hia arm around Shiyaa's hips as he walked along beside him."See ya later. My Queen."
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 1:03 am
((Sorry I've been kinda neglecting you guys, won't happen again! ...Until the next time.)) smile
Dust picked the perfect moment to put in his sunny appearance, "Actually, this one's not yours," he said, a little too please with himself as he reached to take Tristan's hand off from around Shiyaa's shapely waste.
"I need someone smart, courageous, a sight to behold, sexy, dangerous, and willing to do anything for the people he loves." He looked Tristan up and down and pursed his lips. "Well, you'll do." His smile faded then, indicating the joke was over.
And then he went to put a handcuff on Tristan's wrist. "Your mission, is to keep His Majesty busy, and very, very distracted. Should other parts of this plan to stop The King's current plan for the games from going forward, you may recieve instructions to do something stupid, dangerous, and lethal. Think you can handle it, or do I need to find someone better?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 3:57 am
Shiyaa smiled at Dust, then stared at the handcuff, his gaze questioning. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his eyes, blinking at Dust.
"What should I do...?" He asked, blinking more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:36 am
"Of course. Who else is there around here but Shiyaa and the new guy back there?" he asked pointing toward the boy he'd seen drawing earlier."I can do it Dust. I'll do anything it takes right now if it will stop these pointless games of gore. I've never had to kill anyone in my matches before and I'll do whatever I have to to keep it that way."
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 12:16 pm
"Excellent," he said, approving. "Your job," he started, pulling Tristan's hands together behind his back and snapping the cuffs around his wrists. "Is to give His Majesty," he leaned in behind him and snapped a thin metal collar around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "the most thrilling sexual conquest of his life." He puncuated the sentence by snapping the leash in place.
"Shiyaa," he grinned at him and offered him the leash attached to Tristan's neck, "Come on, we're going to The Throne Room. Why His Majesty had a Throne Room built here at The Pit, I don't know. Talk about a home office. Here, you hold this. And I'll gain credibility just by having you on my arm, so pretend to like me, okay?"
Dust seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 4:35 pm
Caprica stared at the group with a very dark expression on his face. He let them walk past him but in the next instant he hand a fistful of Dust's hair and was yanking his head back. He put his glove claws at the young man's throat and hissed, shaking his head as if to say 'you're not going anywhere.
((I'm sorry it's s00per short. sweatdrop I kinda need a reaction to see what happens next))
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:36 pm
"AAAAH!" he yelled. Damnit, he's a psychic, he should have seen this coming. But no matter. As Caprica moved the knife to his throat and hissed his warning, Dust was making a move of his own.
He had a dagger, a long, needle-like blade in his left hand, reverse grip to jab it into Caprica behind him. It's tip hovered nearly touching and slightly under the bulg of Caprica's crotch.
"The Watch can afford to lose me, Caprica. I'm part of an organization, just a part of it. Kill me and they'll take you somewhere where there isn't any light and do unspeakable things to you for years, and I'm sure this blade is sharp enough to do permanant damage to your reproductive system. Let me go, and I swear you won't be tortured, much."
It was neither a threat nor a promise.
"But because of who I am here... I don't have any choices, Caprica. You have choices."
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 11:10 pm
"Oh goodie. This'll be more fun than I thought." Tristan grinned as Dust snapped the collar and leash on him."I'll be a good puppy, I promise sir." he gave Dust is best sad puppy dog eyes look. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Dust's yell as Caprica grabbed him. He placed his hand on Caprica's and slowly attempted to make him calm down."It's ok Capri. He's not trying to hurt me. It' just a bit of a game. I'll be fine and I'll be back in one piece later tonight, we all will. You dont have to try and kill him ok." he spoke softly, hoping it wouldn't make him feel more threatened. He knew how Caprica got sometimes. He was always on edge.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:36 am
He appreciated what Tristan was trying to do, but he didn't take his weapon off the guy's "parts." ...He was actually impressed with Tristan's little performance right there...
At the angle Caprica had his head pulled back, though, he couldn't see Tristan put his hands on Capri in a soothing manner... which must have been an interesting feat with his hands shackled behind his back. smile
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 4:31 am
Shiyaa stared wide eyed at Caprica and Dust, clung to Tristans leash. How he wished he had continued carrying his dagger at all time. Even if he wasn't a fighter didn't mean he couldn't fight.
"Please let him go, Caprica..." Shiyaa said in a small voice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:33 am
Tristan wished Dust could have seen the way he'd gotten his hands in front of him again. He'd learned that one long ago when he'd been traveling with his family. Gypsis got arrested alot because they were thought to be thieves. He'd just made a small jump and flipped his hands under his feet. He closed his other hand on Caprica's and spoke just one word."Please."
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 6:40 pm
Caprica observed the blade at his crotch seriously. I have no desire to bring children into this twisted world. But if he puts it there I will bleed to death before I can get help. He took the blades away from Dust's throat and released his hair. He signed at Tristain irritably. You think I want to save you from your own stupid self?! I want the games to continue! I need them to continue! He stomped his clawed foot on the ground in frustration. If you can't handle it then why don't you just run away or kill yourself? This is an opportunity I cannot miss. If I can win no one will ever touch me again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 8:25 pm
"Caprica, how many people mess with you now? Most people steer clear of you because they're scared of you. I need the games to continue as well but people don't have to die to do it. I don't like killing people to entertain some sadistic madman who would call himself king." he lowered his hands now and just shook his head at Caprica."thank you for letting Dust go. Come on guys." he made his little jump, handcuff thing again so his hands were behind his back again.
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