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Shiyaa blinked at Tristan, then looked over at Jaunus," Is that even possible?" He asked both, clung to Tristan's leash. He wondered briefly if it was something Tristan was capable of.

Caprica blinked in surprise at the kiss. He looked up at Dust and smiled a little but Dust had his eyes closed already. He yawned until his jaw made a little popping noise. It hurt the healing cuts on his cheek but oh well. A lot of things hurt so it didn't really matter what he did. Moving hurt, period. He looked down the length of his body, frowning at the ugly purple bruises. They were especially bad all over his legs where the wires had gone through. His body hadn't liked that at all.

He laid his head back down. Nothing he could do about that and looking at Dust's body just made him get pink in the face. He nuzzled his chest a little to let him know he was comfortable or as much so as he would get and settled down for a little nap in the sun.

((Woa almost forgot about this rp. I feel sad now))

::Jaunus walked by Tristan and Shiyaa placing a tiny mirror in Tristans hand and winking. He took the seat at the far end of the platform next to hsi father. The one in the middle was for the kings betrothed which was non existant at this point in time. Jaunus began to wave his hands in the air softly but with feeling. The Mirror in Tristans hand began to get hot and a flash of light shown. Tristan was teleported outside of the castle and a doppelganger was standing in his place. He just hoped that Tristan knew to keep talking as if he were in the room so the doppelganger would know how to speak::

Shiyaa bowed to the king, slightly confused, but remaining silent. He looked up to the king, smiling a little," I am here to deliver him," He said, holding the leash out to Marrek.

"Such a thing would merit one with dire punishments from his majesty. But the king may yet have spared them....too harsh a punishment, I refused to let them keep me. I was for you alone my liege." Tristan hoped he was saying the right thing to get on the kings good side. While the doppleganger played its part, he was looking for Dust and Caprica. He needed to have a word with them both.

Why have I been feeling pain that seems to be coming from them? Why are they hurting? And more importantly, where did this suddenly come from? he wondered to himself as he wandered pretty much aimlessly around. He felt a sharp jolt to his chest, like he'd been stabbed. His hand imediately moved to the spot to feel for blood, nothing. His vision blurred for a second and he saw a momentary flash of Dust and Caprica lying on a balcony overlooking The Pit. There was only one place that had a view like that, the infirmary. He hurried to the place as quickly as his feet could carry him. It bothered him that Caprica seemed to be so....peaceful. He'd never lay there like that, especially with Dust, those two hated each other. At least, he'd always thaught they did. "Maybe I can convince Dust to teach me how to control these wierd new abilities. I mean, he's psychic, right?" that was what Dust had once told him wasn't it? or had he said he didn't believe in psychics? it didn't matter now anyway.

"As you see fit highness. I will do whatever it takes to make up for my brash actions earlier. I simply did not sit well with the thought of killing someone at first. But if it must be so, then so be it." the doppleganger kept it's eyes to the floor, near the kings feet. It was a sign of submission among gypsies. He hoped the king knew that much about his kind. If he was going to try to make him his plaything then he would be forced to break the gypsies honor. Tristans thoughts seemed to pass through the mirror to the doppleganger and it knew this as well. He would be broken by this man before he would serve him.

Tristan fell to his knees as a new pain washed over him. Memories of others in his caravan came flooding back. So many broken souls he had once shared a home with. They had all forsaken the gypsy way and given in to submission for a normal man. Even for a king, he would not allow himself to be broken. He would return to his place once he found Dust and Caprica both alive and well. He took the elevator in front of him to the floor he'd seen them on, falling once again to the floor. He needed to calm down, it would be fine.

He reached the right floor and hurriedly stood up to leave. Just as he walked out, two guards walked in, sheperding several other whores toward the garden, at least from the lust filled eyes of the boys, that's where he assumed they were going. He found the place quickly enough and walked in quietly."Dust, Caprica." he whispered their names softly as he walked toward the balcony. He found them still sleeping, intertwined upon the balcony, just as he'd seen them. He didn't want to wake them now that he was sure they were both still alive.

Tristan stepped away hurriedly when Caprica moved. He was certain they would be fine now. He stood behind the curtain and copied the motions that Jaunus had made and a flash of pure white light shone from the mirror as he felt himself flowing back through this strange mirror to where he belonged. He appeared before the king just as the doppleganger had been. ~Perfect~ he thought to himself. He would not be broken by this man, no matter the punishment he was forced to endure. His will was strong but he still wasn't sure if he'd actually be able to live up to his words.

::Jaunus shot a concerned and urging look at Tristan's doppelganger. He knew that tristan wouldnt like this agreement but it would be good for hsi life if he said yes. Besides, Tristan would get tourtured if the king saw tristan running around right after killing him::
"Father, are you determined to not let me join this fight?"