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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 10:36 am
"Rest assured that I am not their other servants, I am not about to assault you out of anything close to fascination." Though that there were those in the Sanctum that would think of such a twisted thing bothered Jolanta. It was less due to them bothering the outsider and more because their strange proclivities would cause them to bother the Priests and Priestesses, which made him think that they really needed to look more closely at the servants. Something that he would bring up if anyone was willing to listen to him despite the fact that he was still fairly low when it came to his rank. As the other raged at him about being made to stay against his will, that he hadn't wanted to be here, that he hadn't even wanted to be kept alive he said, "I will be more then happy to bring you forth from this place and leave you outside of Pajore if you would prefer, outsider." It would be better for everyone involved, one less threat that might try to take the lives of those that Jolanta wanted to protect. He'd say that they wouldn't even have to know but it wasn't as though they would be oblivious were he to drag the bandaged guy out of this place to toss him in the woods. As the other claimed that he wasn't cursed he merely wrinkled his nose, not buying it for a second. He'd keep that to himself though.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 10:49 am
"But you do not deny you would do so? It seems that you would. I am tired of your belittling. I also tire of your threats. I do not want to leave, because I am still recovering, but it is very obvious that if you DO wish to cause me harm or leave me dead or toss me back into the sea from whence I came, I cannot struggle. I barely have the strength to sit up, let alone resist, so do it. But wait until Zekiel comes and let the poor priest know why you threw someone like myself, someone who the Priests have gone out of their way to protect even though I do not deserve it, out onto the streets or into the sea. If his uppers find a reason to keep me alive, then what makes you think you have the right to snuff that light out. Do you have a better decision making ability than they do? What right do you have to past judgement before they can? Clearly they have judged me to be worth sparing. Because I am here and I have been." His tone was not aggressive, it had never meant to be. He was stating facts, pleading and asking questions that just didn't line up properly in his head. This monster of a man truly had no power over him. Atleast not his mind, not anymore.
Ottolo's strength waned, and he sighed, sliding back down under his sheets to their welcomed warmth.
"Go ask whoever you serve before you make brash decisions. I imagine if you upset the church, you would be left out on your own without anyone to protect. They do not need people who do not listen, do they?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:00 am
"There is no reason to deny what is truth. If you do anything to force my hand then I will do what needs to be done. It's not a threat, threats are merely empty words said by those who don't have the conviction to back up said words." Jolanta said simply, wanting the outsider to know that he was dead serious, every word he said weren't just empty, hollow things. Waving a hand the paladin said, "I am merely offering you the escape you were complaining about wanting, outsider. Of course it seems the moment I offer you cling to those that are protecting you, something I find to be almost amusing." Save for the fact that he wasn't smiling, then again he rarely did, did he? He had too much to do to waste his time forcing himself to smile. As the other started to throw his rank into his face he said, "Be glad that you're correct in that instance, outsider. You might have the friendship and pity now, but don't think that will protect you if you show yourself to be the threat I think you are." There would no longer be anyone to protect him from the judgement of those on high then. Stalking forward Jolanta leaned over to rest one hand on one side of Ottolo's head, his other hand reaching up to rest against the hilt of his sword before he murmured, "Don't think to insult my position as paladin, outsider. I feel that if I were to explain my reasoning that I would find forgiveness from those that I serve. You're only an invader after all."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:28 am
Ottolo did not care to listen to him much longer, his efforts in communicating with Jolanta seemed to have the same effect as whispering to the brick walls that surrounded his room. In fact, he closed his eyes, content on thinking of Zekiel and his kindness to drown out any more insults or statements that the man had to fling at him. He found himself just not caring.
Yet when the hand touched his cheek, he flinched, his eyes opening to stare up
wide-eyed at the man. He spotted the hand on his blade, then found himself relaxing again, infact, leaning slightly into the touch that was there. He spoke again softly, close to a whisper, sounding defeated and tired.
"If I am such a threat, something that would be nipped in the bud, and you have such justification in doing something that would eliminate whatever made up fear there is in your mind that I might hold, then do it. Kill me now."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:37 am
"It is more tempting then you can imagine outsider. If I thought that it would save them then I would do it in a heart beat." One stroke of his great sword would be all that such a chore would call for. The other was already weak as it was so one good swing and the threat would no longer remain. Tempting, very tempting, but presently he couldn't do it. It wasn't that he felt anything toward the guy other then mistrust but his mind did go to Priest Zekiel. He didn't know the priest personally but the idea of being the cause of his tears didn't sit well with Jolanta. He was supposed to protect them, not cause them pain after all. Here was to hoping this was the right decision, that blood wouldn't be spilled because he didn't want to make Priest Zekiel cry. Withdrawing he said, "Count yourself lucky that you have caught the eye of one of our priests, outsider." Moving away from the bed he started for the door, "I have work to do but if I hear that you become the threat that I feel you to be I will return." He paused at the door, giving the golden haired invader one last glance before leaving through the door he'd entered not that long ago, pulling it closed behind him. There was a click as the door closed behind him, then the sound of his foot steps going back up the steps. He had to put distance between the two of them before the temptation to 'n** it in the bud' became too much for him. Here was to hoping the Priestess he was waiting for had a lot of hard work for him today so he could burn off all of the adrenaline fueled energy that he was now filled with.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:06 pm
"I am not lucky, I am blessed. And I will continue to think so. And... Were the time come that I am a threat to Zekiel, I will kill myself, you can be assured of that." Ottolo would not hesitate to kill himself in order to protect Zekiel... After all, his life was only still a thing because of the young Acolyte. But... Surely his dear friend would much rather have him alive, so he would do his best to remain that way.
As the door finally closed, Ottolo sank back into his bed sheets, turning slightly onto his side. Just one more day... One more day until he was free from this darkness. And maybe this time, they could keep the wards from his door. That way people with ill intentions wouldn't know he was there.
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