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 Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:28 pm
Needle only nodded. "Canvas will not join us, but...perhaps one day we can save Nail, once we ourselves are safe." The plan was forming, and a part of the ghoul was gleeing, though she was quite honestly terrified. Any one would be, faced with the choices they were at such a young age.
"What if they come for us before graduation? They allowed us to attend the academy, they never said we could graduate. Say they do let us, though? What happens when they try to take us home? Would they really just let their True Engraver leave quietly?" While it was true that no Engraver had ever asked to leave, especially not one that was so...important.
"They could come for us any day now, without warning." Needle repeated, as if realizing this for the first time. Her hands released her sister's to instead clasp together over her ghostly heart, gripping the fabric of her dress. "I will fight, if I have to. I will do something...extreme...in order to keep this freedom." The revelation slipped easily from her lips, her hands loosening to instead finger the spikes protruding from her arms.
Oh yes, she could do extreme.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:24 am
"Yes. That might be best. We cannot keep our precious Nail safe if we are in danger," she murmured softly. She knew that Nail was much like her Twin, he wouldn't take well to being so confined for all of his life. He had aspirations and ideas and not all of them related to the Clan. It was amazing how quickly she was realizing that the Clan was stifling everyone inside it.
The Engraver paused at the implication that they could be taken away before then. Her head tilted down a little as if to think, "I...If they wanted to keep us around then...Then they should have treated us better."
It sounded childish and silly but true.
"We will fight if we must," Lattice said as she reached up to cup Needle's face. "We suddenly have so many things dear to us out here. We cannot sit idly and let them snatch it all away," The Engraver froze when her Twin stated she would do something extreme to keep the freedoms they had tasted.
Could she commit to that as well?
"Like what?" She asked the sound of her monotone voice came out slow and cautious.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:03 am
The decision regarding their Brother had been made, and Needle confirmed with a nod before letting that subject drop; why dwell on something that had already been decided?
"The way they treated us has never been an issue until now." Needle pointed out, her voice a little on edge. Until school she never realized how unjust their rearing had been, and even now it baffled her that very few people shared their experiences.
"I agree. I can not express how happy I am that you understand this now, that you are seeing my side of the argument..." Her voice rang with honest relief; this wasn't the first time the issue of home had been brought up, not by a long shot...but this was the first time where Lattice was a little less apprehensive and more open to the idea. It finally felt like Needle had an ally in this, who understood completely; Muka tried his best, but he couldn't grasp it like they could, only because he had been raised so differently.
"I am willing to disown myself from the clan, in my own way." Now this was her being boastful, but her feelings on the matter were deep, angry wounds. "I will tear these needles from my own arms if I had to."
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:25 am
Her hands had fallen to her lap for the time being. She was listening and taking in her Twin's relief and it wasn't that she approved or disapproved of her Sister's plan to begin with but the ghoul wasn't sure that the plan was for her. There was a fear of not knowing what would be next for her if she no longer had her clan. She felt she had no identity outside of the clan.
She still didn't.
"I ... am scared," she admitted softly, "and I don't know if I will do as well as you on my own without the Clan to turn to." Her fingertips gripped at the fabric of her clothes.
She was jealous that her Twin, who had so much of a mind of her own that she had already planned to escape. Lattice had been too scared until things had happened with Petro and suddenly she felt disgusted with herself.
"We worked so hard for these needles," Lattice said softly and thoughtfully but not as much in protest. It was an observation and a thought. The needles made her angry as much as they gave her a sense of accomplishment. She couldn't hold anyone dear to her and she couldn't hug her Twin as she used to, but they also meant that they had risen above their skill onto a new level.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:48 pm
"It is okay. I am scared too! But...this is a different kind of scared. It is...more of a thrill." Needle explained, her voice distant as she tried to put her feelings, as new as they were, into words. "Our lives would be one big question mark! We would have infinite potential! We are hard workers, Sister. I am certain we could get whatever job we wished...and it would be our decision. Is that not exciting?!" Thrill was an understatement, and the idea, while terrifying, was becoming more and more appealing to her.
"We would have each other, and our friends and Petro and Ulmuka." That Petro and Lattice weren't officially dating never crossed her mind; she had read enough trashy novels to know that they were quite the item now. Plus, her sister was indeed infatuated with their Protector. She did however, manage to not use the word Boilfriend in front of her...at least not yet. The mention of their needles sobered her up once more, her head lowering to look at the spikes she had worked and suffered so much to obtain.
"...We did work hard for these..." She agreed slowly, feeling a rather sentimental grip settle in her chest. "I could never get rid of them entirely..." This issue was something she was on the fence for, and rather suddenly too. Her thoughts and fears seemed to mirror Lattice's on this; she wanted them gone for the closeness of touch she had grown up without, but she also wanted to keep them for what they stood for, and for how hard she suffered to acquire them.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:26 pm
Lattice seemed to be a little less agitated and frightened at the idea of rebelling against the Clan, because her Sister managed to calm the fears by pointing out that Lattice had others by her side. There was a slow and quiet nod in acknowledgement in that fact. She would not be alone as long as she had everyone she needed and wanted by her side.
No one to tell her to let them go.
No one to take them from her.
To be and do whatever she wanted? She couldn't imagine a life not tattooing someone's skin or doing art. It was simply out of the question but the idea that she could simply focus on one or the other, whichever took her at the time was appealing. The ability to mark or do art as she pleased and who she pleased... The idea had merit.
"A..Alright. It will be fine. It will be beautiful. We will work hard for it," she said softly with very little hesitance in her tone.
There was a small hum from her, "We ... would always have the marks of our accomplishments if not the needles, but would that be enough? Would that be a price we'd have to pay for our freedom? A part of me feels I would miss them even as I loathe them now..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:38 pm
Needle could see that she had won, that the little seed of an idea had taken root in her dear twin's mind. There was still a small amount of hesitance there, and she knew that it wouldn't go away for a long while, but at least the idea of being away from the Manor and the other Engravers was there. It would work it's magic, and that meant she was one step closer to her freedom. Their freedom.
"The price for our freedom." She repeated softly, toying with one of the long, bloody needles that pierced her skin. If they were removed she imagined there would be scars...so at least they'd have a reminder of their accomplishments, though their price would be to remove the actual proof that they happened. "I think...I would keep them, if I were able. Not in my arms, but once they are removed. Tuck them away in a little box, sealed away forever and yet always on hand." She decided, nodding to herself.
"They are our price to pay, along with the end of certainty for our futures. It's hefty, and dangerous...but I believe I am willing to pay it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 6:40 pm
Lattice paused a little thoughtfully at the thought of giving up her needles - or at least having them removed. The thought both thrilled and frightened her to no end. She'd be able to hug Petro without hurting him and Lattice would be able to embrace her twin again as they had done often as scarelings.
It was enough to cause something similar to a heartbeat to quicken within her chest.
"It ... Might be a price we must pay to further hide ourselves away from clan and Elder," she said quietly on the subject of the needles, "we shall have to find someone to assist us in this."
...Unless they could do this together between them. Were they strong enough?
The ghoul shifted in her seat as she reached over to toward her twin, "I think those are heavy enough thoughts for the day. W..Would you like to help me make a meal for Petro and we can make enough for your Muka as well..."
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