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 Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 8:03 pm
  Taimin "Suji" Huang
INDENT She never explained why. Possible explanations included an inability to multitask or an inability to articulate. Either way, it mattered not to Suji. They would spend plenty of time together and that meant plenty of time to talk to her and learn more about her and humans.
INDENT The otherworldly, foreign guy navigated with precision through the building. If there was to be only one thing he was confident in, it would his ability to navigate his way back to the "starting point," whatever or wherever that may be in any given situation. Steps behind him told him that someone was following and conjecture told him it was Rowena. The journey through the halls was uneventful aside from a quick phrase lesson. He reached the doorways to the moving boxes and pushed one of the circles; coincidence would have it that he just happened to push the proper one. As it had done for the man who had brought him there, the circular disc illuminated. A ding and another light told him which of the doors would open and in he went with Rowena never too far away. A simple word, down, communicated to the person inside the moving box what he wanted. They emerged right where he remembered - the big area in the beginning of the place - and he made his way to the exit. Curiously, some of the uniformed men (natives of the building?) hustled into his path and puffed themselves up, like they were confronting him or something. Such a stance was never a good thing and Suji lowered slightly, shifting his weight in case he needed to move quickly. Was this a trap? Had the humans lured him with their dishonest words and they were going to kill off the proud leader of the powerful Huang? Feeling a hard pull on his sleeve, his eyes flickered to Rowena before returning to the confrontational men. Was she in on this too? But if she was, why wait until they were in the open if they wanted to attack him...? It didn't make sense. So then, what did they really want?
INDENT The fierce defiance and distrust was evident in Suji's features and posture. His densely-toned body tensed as the guard reached for him following some words he barely half recognized. It was difficult to tear his gaze from the man holding his wrist - even though he could easily escape from that feeble grasp, of course - but Rowena's persistent tugging on his sleeve finally earned his eye contact.
INDENT "You have to pay." Again, that sound, that word - pay. He had heard it a few times yet still had no idea what it meant. "Exchange money." And that was completely lost to him.
INDENT She began speaking aloud, to other people, and he mirrored her glances around at other people as if to get some hint of what she was talking about. Someone approached her and handed her something he had seen many times since exposing himself to the humans. The man holding his arm captive finally released him. The shape and thinness of the item was familiar. In fact, the person he met on his journey there had given him a lot of similar rectangles. Unfortunately they had different designs on them. He didn't have exactly what they were looking for but he could at least present what he had. Maybe it would be acceptable in place of what Rowena was showing him? Suji slipped his hand up under his outermost jacket, fishing around in one of the many sashes bundled around his midsection. His fingers found the unnatural shape and he pulled it out to present it to Rowena. Surely, she knew what to do with the colorful papers better than he did.
INDENT Rowena and the hotel natives took care of the rest of the fiasco while he watched dumbly. It seemed that the papers were, perhaps, some kind of proof of worth? That he was worthy enough to have a companion? It's not like it was something of value with which to trade with, since he wasn't obtaining anything. Whatever was going on, Rowena handled it. When she offered the strange paper back to him he declined, telling her politely - as politely as one could be when the other couldn't understand - that she knows how to use it, therefore she should hold on to it. Once she had resituated herself he began to walk again towards the exit and out. She trotted along behind him (perhaps a "slow down" was in order?) and caught up to him.
INDENT With some conjecture, Suji managed to understand her request. She needed clothing. Well, of course, once they returned to weremote he would be able to make her some nice clothes. But on second thought, perhaps dressing like one of his kind wouldn't be the wisest idea. If she was to be a representative for humans, wouldn't it be best she blended in with them? Though, honestly, his people's taste in fashion was closer to the humans back home than the human fashion sense around here. After a moment of consideration, Suji decided to ask (or try to ask) how they could solve her predicament. Carefully, he articulated, "Ok. Where here to get clothing? You show me."
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 12:43 pm
 Abdullah pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders, shrugging back into it as he stepped out of the car. His face was one of disgust but he said nothing. This land was far too cold for his comfort and he found no pleasure in their way of life. They were pampered in his opinion outrageously. They wanted to get somewhere and they hopped on a mechanical beast to take them places, a beast that didn't need to be taken care of, just fed. And yet they called his people backwards. He chuckled and strode forward with his boots thudding on the ground. He would not have come here if he had any say in it. It was a bit of vain pride, though, considering he would trust no one else to do his job for him. Maybe at one point he would have enjoyed the chance to explore the north but now it was simply tedious. It was simply a rumor that there had been children of the Quazi sold to the north, something heretical. Not only that, from the Al'kathum tribe. A conquered tribe, a prize of his tribe. It would be fitting if those remaining who hadn't been sold into slavery would return to Dža'Iftikhar subordinate to the Musjaddiq. And who were more fitting of owning them than himself and his younger brother?
"I don't have all day," he commented as the door was swung open for him and he glanced over his shoulder briefly at his brother before the door slammed shut between them. He rolled his eyes then continued to the front desk with one of his servants at his side. The man did not know the language but he had no need to. Abdullah knew the language fluently, something good only in studying and speaking to foreigners. Which he would have to do here. What was more humiliating than floundering in front of a foreigner? He tugged his glove off and tossed it at the man before bending down and placing it against the desk. The woman looked up at him, lowering her glasses down her nose.
"Good morning, sirs. How may I help you? Are you here to request a slave?" She pulled out a packet and placed it in front of herself. After opening it up, she placed a pen on top of it and slid it in his direction. "If so, would you please fill out this paper work and we will find a slave most fitting you."
"Actually," the man responded, reaching out and closing the folder. "I already have a specific individual in mind for both myself and my brother. As his elder I am taking control of the proceedings to buy two specific slaves." She didn't look at all upset by his actions as if dealing with these sort of people was a common occurrence here. "I would prefer we skip this tedious proceedings and continue. Are there in residence slaves from the land of Dža'Iftikhar?"
She leaned forward, opening the folder again and taping the paper lightly. "Indeed, sir, though it is the policy to fill out this paperwork so we can serve you." She picked up the pen and circled a few sections. "If you would at least fill out these spaces I will check and see if those particular ones are available. If not, we will be sure to find you a suitable replacement. It would be required you filled in the rest, however, if that is the case. I apologize for the inconvenience but I cannot change company policy because of your request." She stood and spoke to the one next to her before going into the next room. Abdullah gave a hiss of annoyance, muttered something under his breath, and grabbed the pen. He bent down again and began to write quickly on the paper under the indicated sections. He had looked for a moment as if he were about to let his pride get in the way before he continued and did as he was told. It did not take very long and the information was pretty general but he knew that if the ones he was specifically as for were not there, they would leave. It would be a wasted trip but he would not go for any other norther slave. He snapped the folder shut and crossed his arms over his chest to wait impatiently. His glove was returned to him and he pulled it on.
When the woman returned, he turned his red eyes to her and they narrowed. She picked up the folder and looked it through before smiling. "Thank you very much, sir. As you requested I have looked to see if those were present. As it is, I am glad to say we have two currently in residence. If you would like, I can bring them to the same location or you can meet them separately," saying so indicating his brother. Abdullah exhaled sharply but did not respond to her question immediately.
"Are they from the Al'kathum?" he said in a low voice, not appearing impressed. She looked at him in confusion.
"I do not know, sir. It simply states that they are from Dža'Iftikhar. There are no other records."
He turned his eyes to his brother for a moment before he returned them to the woman. "Disgusting. But we will see them but together. I will sign no contract unless they are exactly what we are looking for." He paused. "Unless Aaryan wishes to see the woman alone?" he lifted his brow, an obvious question.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 2:24 pm
  Aaryan sat idly in the noisy, oddly smelling machine, his nose wrinkled with discomfort and disgust. He didn’t complain, knowing it had been his own fault for practically insisting he join his elder brother on the quest to the north in search of the rumoured slaves, but as somebody who was so used to having a living, breathing, intelligent animal underneath him to get around… well, this was foreign and most certainly not in a good way. Even the small dragon, Saadia, who had curled her tail around his neck and perched on his shoulder didn’t appreciate the smoke-billowing creation — Aaryan had barely stopped the smaller-than-average albino hatchling from lighting him on fire with a sneeze more than once since they’d arrived in the northern city and switched from horseback to ‘car’.
When the vehicle came to a stop, his elder brother stepping out of the car from the seat beside him, Aaryan quickly escaped the claustrophobic confines of the vehicle. It was admittedly nice to be outside, even if he found himself freezing despite the heavy cloak that he had pulled around himself after the dragon child had climbed down his chest into a leather pouch designed specifically for the lightweight beast that rested on the prince’s hip. The voice of Abdullah easily caught the younger male’s attention however, and Aaryan simply nodded his head to show that he’d heard and understood the statement before quickly rushing into the shop behind his brother and the servant.
His nose wrinkled in disgust, the putrid smell of the shop, coupled with the uncouth attire of the woman (why was a woman working, anyways?! That in itself was fairly distasteful) who sat behind the desk, obviously not earning the princeling’s approval. Aaryan remained silent as his brother took over, only pausing to glance at the woman momentarily when she rose to move towards the back room for some reason or another. Of course the young man was fully aware of what was going on; he was just as fluent in the language of the northern people as his brother, having spent more of his time studying than his elder brother who was admittedly much busier than him.
“Brother, do you think that they will be the ones?” Aaryan questioned softly, looking up towards his brother with little less than blatant admiration as he spoke in their native tongue.
Aaryan fell silent when the woman reappeared, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he turned his face towards the window, causing the long braid of deep red hair to fall over his shoulder. He remained as such until he was directly addressed, his sharp gaze turning towards the woman when she proposed the offer before turning his face to look up to his brother again.
“I have no complaints in seeing them together, Brother; if it pleases you, I am also pleased by it.” he answered, his tone as polite as it was bored. With that matter settled the woman led them back towards a separate room — it didn’t take Aaryan’s genius to determine that it would be where Masters met potential slaves before completing the transaction.
By this point curiosity had begun to set in. Where these girls even of the right clan, or was this some sort of scam? And even if they were, would they be suitable? It had been many years since the Al’kathum tribe had been overtaken, after all; these girls would have been in the ‘business’ for a long time, and there was a very good chance they had been tainted by it; there was no way he or his brother would take some other man’s used goods as a bride or a slave — that would be improper and degrading to their family name! After they had been led to the room the woman from the desk left, much to Aaryan’s relief, and they waited. It wouldn’t be long before the girls were brought in; but every moment they were left waiting was a moment wasted, and a moment that allowed Aaryan’s temper to grow.
“Where are they, already?” he hissed under his breath, arms crossed across his chest as he glared at the door. “We’ve been waiting long enough!”
His complaints dissolved into annoyed grumbling as he pushed the cloak back over his shoulders, lifting his hands up so that his reptilian companion could free herself from the leather pouch, climbing up the rope-like braid to perch on Aaryan’s shoulder before climbing down his arm and into his hands, playing with his fingers as she used her claws to grip the skin carefully so that she could hang upside-down from his hand before pulling herself around to sit in his palm again. Evidently, the dragon was just as bored with the trip as the beast tamer was — there was little question, however, that everybody present was probably just about ready to go home. This place was cold, unfamiliar, and foreign; the trip they had made was long, and Aaryan at the very least was eager to go home to the comforts of pampering, good food, and warmth.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:17 pm
  "Rumors are not often reliable," he responded to his brother with his voice level. "Though the specific nature of the rumors give it more validity than a smile rumor that slaves have been sold here. It is not an uncommon practice and does happen from time to time. But these... are significant and should be investigated." He lifted a brow as he turned his eyes to him. He was responding in the same language his brother began in, having no reason to speak in a way that the others present could understand. The only other woman who could was the manservant who stood just off to the side with his eyes on the ground. He was obviously listening but he wouldn't make eye contact to make it apparent. Abdullah was not a violent master though he did hold firmly to what was socially acceptable and demanded when it came to social and political rank. He would also respond in turn, brutally efficient, as he had shown in the past. "If they are not, however, we will return and find a suitable, if not less satisfactory, replacement."
Abdullah's gaze was a bit sharp at his brother's tone of voice in responding to his question though he made no comment. Instead, he nodded his head curtly in acceptance of it and the woman, taking cue, responded to his acceptance rather than his brother's. Abdullah had already made it clear he was in charge of the proceedings. Not that she would ignore him, of course. In this business, you came across all sorts of colorful characters. Though the southerners were very rare and she had never actually seen one here. Even though she had worked here for quite some time. She could sense from them, however, and her slim knowledge on the people, that they were very prideful and took great attention towards blood purity.
After being led to the room, Abdullah sat in one of the chairs and crossed one leg over the other. He never felt very comfortable in these things though they did have similar chairs where they lived. They more often, however, sat on mats or cushions that could be moved and stored easily. Though his clan was not nomadic, the custom still remained. He did resist the urge to cross his legs, however, and mimicked the northern customs of sitting - somewhat. His fingers curled around the arms of the chair and his eyes closed. It was a longer wait than he had expected but he did not move a muscle. It was an almost meditative stance, breathing slow and even. So when his brother began to lose his temper and hiss under his breath, he didn't move nor open his eyes. Several moments later he did speak with only his mouth moving.
"Are you a warrior or are you not? Sit patiently or what we came for will be of naught if you make a scene." His eyes cracked open at last, the crimson hues leveling on the one opposite him without any discernible emotion. He didn't look particularly irritated or annoyed, but not bored either. The only indicator of his emotions was the soft drumming of his fingers against the arm rest on his right hand that had just recently begun. The younger man had been reduced to grumbling, however, so he did not say anything more. He was instead entertaining himself with the dragon he had felt necessary to bring. The fire elemental seemed to be surviving in the colder temperature, however. He had been a trifle surprised at that, not disappointed, and wondered if it was natural of the hardy race or because it was albino. Both, perhaps?
It wasn't long later that the door opened, however, and the man leaned forward, eyes intent. He stood when two figures entered. One was a northern man who could be nothing else than an employee who worked there and a woman whose dark red hair and red feline eyes revealed her to definitely be one who was born in the Quazi. It was entirely possible that she could be the offspring of one who had been sold into slavery in the north but the Quazi bred a certain sort of person and only time would tell if she was born there and if she was one of the Al'kathum. Her height, though, was a first good indicator. He knew the women of that fallen tribe were shorter in height. And when her eyes alighted on the two men, her body went rigid and her chin tilted up slightly. There was recognition in her eyes. He was still dressed as a man of his tribe would be even if he had donned a northern man's coat. His brother, however, hadn't done such a thing and she seemed to recognize it. It seemed she knew a man from Musjaddiq when she saw one. Each tribe had small but distinctive characteristics. It seems they were on target when he saw her. His lips curled into a pleased smile. Now to see if the other one was.
That also meant deciding which one his brother preferred if the other was also from the same tribe and which one he took a fancy too. If they were, they would definitely return with them to the homeland where they belonged.
"Salm bdénago Ybel." He greeted her as a man would a woman of lesser rank and he could see her face tighten at the name of the god he used, Ybelu, patron of his tribe. He was, of course, insulting her but challenging her knowledge of her homeland. Even if they were from the homeland, if they were tarnished by the north, especially if they were tarnished by other men, there would be no use for them. In fact, he may even purchase them and dispose of them to keep the honor of his tribe that had destroyed then consumed theirs. What would they call it, an honor killing? Iíkriam as they would call it.
She, however, pressed her fist to her palm and bowed at the waist. "Kalldu ëe Imp'rtea badi." Abdullah began to laugh and she didn't move, eyes trained on the floor. He turned his head to his brother, his face as malicious as it was amused.
"It seems this one has manners, in the name of Imp'rteas!" Imp'rteas had been the patron god of the Al'kathum after all. And it appeared she still had good knowledge of the culture she had come from. Her accent was perfect, he doubted she spoke any other language than it. But though she had responded to him correctly and in kind, she had shown indications of stubborn annoyance. She had every right to be angry at who was there but those emotions were a bit different. Perhaps not the perfect characteristics that should be in a woman but spirit would be good for his brother. A strong woman was needed for the both of them for a strong household. Even if they failed that test they would be good slaves or perhaps a second wife. He crossed his arms, one hand resting on his elbow while the other rubbed at his chin. By then, his laughter had subsided. "What do you think?" he inquired of his younger brother thoughtfully. "Suitable? Or should we check to see if she has been used?" Her head snapped up though she remained bowed as she should be, her eyes narrowing. Her bottom lip curled some as her lips parted before her mouth snapped shut. Her eyes locked on the younger man, jaw tightening. "Though we have yet to see the other. I do not expect you to make a decision with only this to choose from." 
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 2:47 pm
  How long had it been since he had done this? And yet, this time was so different than the last for so many reasons. In a way this time was sadder than the last depending. He did not feel that emotion, sadness, but instead it felt distant and empty as if those emotions he had felt before had leaked away with time through the hole in his heart. It would be wrong to say he felt very little but where he stood, he couldn't feel it in his heart. His pale, cloudy-white eyes gazed down from the window he stood at, fingers curled around the wooden frame of the window. His fingers were more slender than they had been in the past as well as those wrists exposed by the clothing he wore. It was not a healthy change but it was not pure neglect. He was not so foolish as to think he could get by without taking care of himself. If he lost his strength and perhaps even died - if he could do such a thing - what would be the point in the life he had lived up to that point? He still had to go forward and there was only one reason for him to do that. He hadn't forgotten his wish or the promise he made. He smiled distantly though his white brows pulled together tightly. It was foolish. What a bitter, foolish old man he had become from what he had once been. Feared. Respected. Powerful.
Turning away from the window, he stood slowly and carefully. A moment after, his pale white hair had fallen down his back to pool in the deep black hood that appeared to be similar to velvet but much more fluid and heavy. It was attached to his shoulders by the robe-like coat that he had donned. He was not bothered by the heat though it had taken him quite some time to get used to the brightness of the sun. At one time in his past that was something he could never have done for long without suffering from it: going out into the sun. It had been one trial he had to overcome and perhaps if he had done so earlier it would mean he could have gone to her. Yet he had suffered through it too late. It still was not something he enjoyed but it wasn't an agonizing experience for his eyes that had grown accustomed to darkness and near darkness. Anyone looking at his face would assume he was blind though it wasn't the case. He had lost some of his eye sight and was partially blind but could still see well enough for it to not get into his way in everyday life. Besides, since he lived alone, he had to take care of himself. It was difficult to do that when you were blind.
His fingers reached for a white scarf that hung from a hook near the door after limping over to it. His limp was no longer very pronounced though on certain days it pained him more than it did usually. Though, there were also days where it pained him even less and he would enjoy that new freedom fully. He had no need of any aid to help him walk though he couldn't stay on his feet for very long. Sliding the scarf over his palms, he examined it for a moment before making his decision and lifting it to wrap around his face. It only covered his nose down to around his neck loosely where it rested on his shoulders. His eyes and up were still exposed so he could see without restriction. But those visible, cloudy eyes would not remain visible for much longer. The hood went over his head, pulled further down so his face was cast into shadow. All he had left to do was pull on the gloves and leave the house.
He knew where he was headed and though he knew he had felt nothing, the trip itself seemed to fill him with... anxiety. He was hardly the man he had once been, let alone the god. He was merely an echo of someone who had once existed even if they were the same person separated only by time. He did not know if she had memory at all of her past lives. He also did not know how much of his love remained. She could be the same person with a different face or someone entirely different. At the best she could be the same person with the same face but it wasn't likely. He gave a sigh and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Of course he knew how to drive. It wasn't like he had a chauffeur. His crippled leg was the left not the right so it didn't get in the way of that. The simple blue vehicle rested under the shade otherwise it would be too hot when he got in. It was summer, of course it would be hot. He had always hated the summer... the time of the year he despised the most. So once in the car, his destination was only ahead of him.
He had never been there before and their gazes were a bit suspicious of his attire. Strange people were likely to come often but having his body completely hidden didn't help anyone's nerves in the least. When he approached the front desk, he was greeted kindly none-the-less. He didn't like it being seen and he definitely wasn't going to show it to her immediately. That... would have to come much later. It had been a bad decision to show his face in the first place to her! Though he knew it also had a lot to do with the fact she had been a prisoner. But now she would be as well, he thought glumly. But this time he could change a few things. For one, exposing his face. Hopefully it would all turn out alright.
"Yes, that one. I had been told about her and would wish to meet her..."He picked up the pen and began filling out the needed information without complaint. He placed the name Aidoneus down for it was the name he now recognized himself as. For one thing, it stood out less. Only a few people in his previous life knew that name and it had once been the name recognized by humanity. Lost, now, of course, for the more famous "Hades". It had been too ago for him to remember when he was fondly known as "Aidon" in his youth. He had gone by many names during his time, however, and they were equally gone, buried by time.
The pen went back to its place and he handed over the paper work. The man took it graciously then introduced him to someone who would be taking him to the correct room. His heart leapt into his throat but he followed after him. This was a familiar feeling and the memories that went along with it were painful. None-the-less he didn't prevent his hands from trembling and the lump in his throat to go away. They reached the door and it was unlocked for him. Taking a breath, he stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. He didn't say a word, not as his veiled eyes fell on her, unseen as was the rest of his face. For the first time he felt tears in his eyes but also a twist of rage in his breast. She was there, standing right in front of him. Color Me Fubar this... isn't good. but hopefully good enough for a starter! (ﾉ´д｀)
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 8:58 pm
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It was useless to be homesick, but she couldn't help herself. Even as Vesna tried to focus on the book she was reading, a historical fiction piece set in medieval England, she kept seeing her parents' faces, her home, her friends. And then the daydream would be shattered by the memory of gunfire and screaming and blood and she'd jerk out of it, breathing hard, eyes wide. It was a vivid picture in her mind and she wished she could blot out the horror of that day. When they had grabbed her, taken her from her mother and dragged her over her father's fresh corpse - she had screamed and pleaded and cried, they had tugged her hair and clothing and tossed her in the back of a truck. They'd been speaking too fast for her to understand, their words muffled by the masks and bandannas they wore, and she was too scared to understand them even if she had been listening. In her nightmares they were unintelligible swears and curses, monsters in man's skin. She'd wake screaming - not the best selling point for a slave and that wasn't anywhere in her file, despite the fact it was one of the reasons she was never kept long. No one wanted a slave that was going to disturb them.
But the maids here were kind, at least. They had brought her some clothing to wear and cleaned her room, found books for the girl to read. She already had learned some English at school, though it was broken and heavily accented, and speaking with the maids helped her practice her speech more than she had before. Quiet and unassuming, the young woman wished she could just be left alone, but they had already told her there was no chance of that. She was pretty, human and a young female - it wouldn't be long before someone came to take her to their home, for whatever purposes they desired. The thought always sent a shiver down her spine when it crossed her mind and she prayed each night that it wouldn't come to pass.
Oh, there was so much she didn't remember. So many past lives, so many things she had done, hadn't done, had run from, had accomplished. Her lovers, her children, her family and friends. And her mother, her first mother. Her husband and then her lover for whom she'd become mortal for. All of it, locked away inside of her mind, a curse and a blessing both to the woman as she reincarnated time after time again. Yet there was always a vague feeling of dissatisfaction, of déjà vu, of missing something. Of seeing things out of the corner of her eye, but never being able to catch them. It frustrated her, on the rare times she thought about it. But all-too often they slipped away from her unnoticed. Not that it would do her any good, it was impossible to recall who she once was, her story that had lived on through the fall of the gods and was now so popular a subject in myth and art.
When the door opened so unexpectedly, she shot to her feet, the book sliding off of her lap and onto the floor. It barely missed her foot, but she didn't notice. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the cloaked stranger who was standing in the doorway like some dark, wrathful god. How like their first meeting it was - the girl, staring at him in fright, the man watching her with emotions he hadn't felt in ages bubbling in his breast. Not that she could know that. Barely breathing, Vesna swallowed down the sudden lump in her throat. "Hello," she greeted the strange man, her voice barely a whisper past her lips.
xI have been so many people
That I can no longer remember
The person I once was PhantomHoofbeats ooc // I hope this is okay! I put her profile in his thread already.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 10:57 am
Her book hit the floor and after several moments of silence, she swallowed. Her whisper seemed to shake him a bit and his chin lifted. It was a simple word but simply speaking was enough to wake him from his trance. It was suffering now and no anger. He couldn't be angry though that wound felt all the larger in his chest. If he could draw her into his arms he would. Bury his face in her hair and breath in her familiar scent as she rested against his breast. Even if it caused her pain, he couldn't help be long for something so simple. Even if his dream wouldn't come true, it was all he could ask for.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice deceptively deep. "I didn't mean to alarm you." He paused before he moved forward carefully, a slight limp in his step as he moved. His hand touched the table lightly. "Please sit, I don't want you to be afraid. I simply want to talk." He sat down in the opposite chair, relieved to be taking weight off of his leg. His gloved hand moved to his bad leg and shifted it to a more comfortable position. He didn't want to decide to stand later then find his leg had cramped and wouldn't support his weight. It wouldn't do if he suddenly collapsed back in the chair with the intent of leaving. If there was one thing he didn't want to show, that would be weakness. Of course, there were other things as well, though, that were probably more significant.
The god clasped his hand in his lap, at last comfortable enough to sit and speak to her. He tipped his head, watching her intently even if she couldn't see his eyes. If he could make her unafraid him now the better. Rather than traumatizing her and trying to fix it later. "I am Aidoneus though I don't believe there is any need for me to explain to you why I am here. But I do want to assure you, child, that I am not here looking for a bed partner. I do not want you to worry that you would be forced into such a thing by a man as myself." He exhaled, the sound almost a soft laugh. "What I do want... is a companion. I live alone and it is getting increasingly difficult to do so. And I would... also admit that such a thing is lonely and pointless. It is difficult to find someone who would be willing to aid me in everyday life in cooking, cleaning, and company. Other things that may have to be done as well. I suppose... what I wish for the most is company. I do wish you would comfortable in such an environment. I--" He stopped and never finished what he had been going to say. Instead, he cleared his throat and turned his head away for a moment.
"I wished to know, first, if that was something you would gladly wish to do or could... to see what type of person you are. I did not want someone who suffered in living with me or do not believe she has the ability to cook and the like. There are some who find the idea distasteful." Whether he meant taking care of the house or living with him he had not made clear though he did mean both, of course. His voice had grown a bit sad at the end but not significantly. He, instead, returned his attention to her fully. "Would you mind at all telling me more about yourself?" That sounded far too much like an interview, he thought with dismay.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 7:00 am
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As he spoke, she seemed to relax just a touch. Perhaps there was something in his tone that rang deep in her subconscious. Whatever it was, she let out a breath and it was enough to calm her, to allow her heart to beat normally. She bent down to pick up the book and she saw him limp out of the corner of her eye. It didn't seem to be awful, but it was noticeable enough that the young woman could see it and wonder what had happened. Was he simply an old man? Or had he been crippled somehow, in some horrible accident? Her imagination ran wild for a moment as she straightened and set the book down on the table, careful not to make too much noise. There had been people in here before that had complained about the noise, said she was too loud, too annoying. How, she didn't know.
Vesna did as he bade and sat, clasping her hands in her lap. She watched him as best she could without staring, not to see what he looked like, but...well, partly to show she was listening. And partly out of lingering fear. She didn't realize that he was looking at her just as intently, unable to see his face, his eyes. It was disconcerting and she wondered what he was, or if he was ill. Quite while he explained his position and reason for being there, Vesna mistakenly fell under the impression that he was an old man looking for someone to take care of him, to make sure he didn't end up in a nursing home or under the care of strangers. Well, wasn't she a stranger, though? Biting her lip slightly as he spoke and explained his position further, she wondered what it was the strange man had been about to say before he stopped himself. The young woman thought he sounded a bit sad and wondered why there was no one to help him now.
Quite honestly, she was surprised when he told her to tell him about herself. Vesna knew that there was a paper with all her information on it, she had been told to fill it out when she had arrived. But still, she was hardly going to be so rude. "I wouldn't mind cooking or cleaning, or keeping you company," the young woman told him, her voice soft and her tone dancing in the air with her strange accent. Reaching up, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear and chewed on her lip for a few moments. He didn't seem to be in any rush and she was grateful for the opportunity to think. Other than that paper, no one had asked her about her life and she wasn't sure how to explain without crying. "It sounds like something I would like to do," she added thoughtfully, feeling that was something that should be said. It was better than being taken for a bed partner or some other sort of slave. She knew that there were people who didn't treat them like they were human beings at all.
Now...why did he want to know about her? Surely he knew everything he could want to know, with her paper there. But still, she wasn't going to argue with him. It wasn't her place, she had already learned that well. "I grew up in Slovakia," Vesna told him quietly. "There are lots of...revolutionaries, civil wars there. Unrest." The words were halting in her mouth, unfamiliar. "They came to our town one day and murdered my father. They kidnapped me, to sell me on the black market, to buy guns, supplies. I ended up here. There isn't much to tell about myself, I'm sorry." The girl gave him a faint smile, that made it clear she was unsure if she had done well or not. No one had asked her to tell them about herself and she wasn't sure what that question meant. It was...an awkward sort of thing for a stranger to ask and she wondered if she had bored him. Vesna glanced up from her hands in her lap to look up at him, her eyes waiting for some sort of judgement to be passed down upon her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:03 pm
 Even if there had been information written about her already, he had no reason to use it as an excuse not to get to know her. It was one thing to read something on a piece of paper than to actually hear someone tell you about it. For all he knew it was written by someone else other than her. Even if it was factually precise, that didn't mean it would actually tell him anything about her. There was much he wanted to know and from simply being with her so far, he had already learned something very important - she didn't remember him. At the very least she had very little to no recollection of him. Even if she couldn't see his face it would be obvious who he was if she still had her memories. He hadn't expected her to but it was a good thing to know. Not only that, he had also given his name. Not the name he would have been known to her by but a name she would have known none-the-less and could have applied it to him. He figured it was actually a good thing she didn't remember... though it was also more than simply painful to know she did not know him. It was good because then... she wouldn't, well, know him. She wouldn't know their history, what had happened to them, why she had run away... But bad because she had no idea who he was and that in itself brought him a deep ache in his heart. At the very least they could start over, couldn't they?
But he listened to her speak without comment, simply enjoying the familiar sound of her voice. It was soothing even if her words were simple. She agreed she could do those things and also said it was something she would enjoy doing. His face softened. That was good, at least. He hadn't been lying when he said what he wanted - though it wasn't the whole truth - so at least she would be comfortable in those things. It was best to start in a place she would be comfortable. Of course his ultimate goal was to make her love him. What else could there be? He knew it wouldn't be enough to simply be with her, in the end. He was far too selfish for that... even if, for now, it meant more in the world.
"I'm glad. You would not be forced to do it alone, though. I do try to be of some use." He laughed softly, fingers curling into a fist then relaxing again to spread them out. "Though I would probably not be of much help when it comes to keeping the place clean..." Though luckily the place was already fairly clean. It wasn't like he did enough to trash the place anyway. Though he was far more interested in her telling about her life. He didn't exactly get what he wanted to hear but knew she couldn't say much more than what she did. He could see the emotion there on her face, how she spoke quietly and her words were halting. When she finished, he was still for a few moments before his gloved hand moved and reached out to touch hers. It was gentle and the thick glove helped mask some of his slender fingers though not completely. It was a slightly awkward gesture but it was meant for comfort. His fingers curled around hers lightly before he withdrew his hand. There were some things he couldn't forget.
"Don't apologize," he told her gently. "There is nothing to apologize for. I simply wanted to know more about you. I could read about your life but it simply wouldn't be the same. I want to know who you are. Though, I presume, I could also learn more about you if you did come home with me." He paused for a moment before he continued as if he never had. "Perhaps being far from this place will help you forget about what is so painful. Though some memories shouldn't be forgotten for though painful... they are precious and give you strength. I hope, however, there will be a time you do not have to hold back those tears I can see in your eyes. I... do not believe I am wrong in assuming who you are. It would make me very happy if you agreed to live in my home. It is nothing special. Since I want a companion, I wouldn't want someone simply forced to be there." Besides, it would give him great pleasure knowing she agreed to live with him and wasn't forced to be there... even if she just said it because he was the master with the money. He could know that but it was ease his anxious heart. If he had learned one thing over time, it was to speak as he was now. It was far better than when he had first met her otherwise. He almost winced at those memories but there was no point in fretting about it now. Hopefully it would make a difference. Then again, he had been practicing for awhile.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:54 am
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Oh, she wouldn't mind if he had her do all the cleaning. It was what she was there for, after all, and she liked to keep things neat. "It's all right. I like to clean, actually, so you wouldn't have to do a thing if you don't want to. It wouldn't bother me," Vesna assured him with a small laugh, a nervous sound, wanting to clear that up right away. She had no idea how intently he was watching her, what he truly wanted her for, what she was to him. The girl wouldn't have been able to guess in her wildest fantasies, quite honestly. All he was to her was a master looking for a slave, a companion and a maid, and neither role bothered her much at all as long as it didn't lead to his bedroom. Not because of how he might or might not look - the young woman simply had no desire to be used for something like that in her life. If she was going to sleep with someone, she wanted it to be out of love, even if that notion was silly and romantic. Oh, how she would have cried if she could remember the god tricking her into staying with those cursed pomegranate seeds, forcing her to stay with him. Perhaps now was not much different, though there was another sort of trickery involved it wouldn't be followed by nearly as much hurt as being kept from her mother and the land of life and light.
Even now, she was a creature of the sun, basking in the rays of it on warm days. Rain and clouds didn't bother her much at all, but her smile was never as bright when the sun was gone. She had always been like that, in all of her lives she was like that, though she didn't know it. Her true nature was still there, buried so deep it might never be brought to the surface again, but seeped into the soul that was reincarnated time after time again. It was impossible to truly separate the goddess Persephone from her soul, after all, and so her traits, her spirit, was kept alive despite losing so much of herself, her memories and life. Of all this, Vesna was blissfully unaware of. There was nothing to live up to, nothing to regret, nothing to fear save for the modern horrors she had seen.
The young woman listened to his words, blinking back the tears that were indeed shining in her eyes, and looked at him though she couldn't see his face, even his eyes hidden by the hood. He seemed so gentle and lonely that she could practically feel it on her skin, the sadness wrapped around the man, the grief. Had he lost someone dear to him, she wondered, that he wanted a companion to help him now? Oh, the irony of that assumption was completely lost on Vesna as she thought, though really she had little choice. If he did want her, she would have to go with him regardless of what she wanted to do. But he seemed to be giving her some sort of choice, some sort of power over her own life that up until this very moment, she had never had. Her fingers plucked at the hem of her sweater, chewing on her bottom lip. The choice was a heavy one and having the ability to choose at all made her a bit lightheaded. It was something she had never expected and surely he couldn't understand what it meant to her, this kindness he gave her.
Well, that decided it for the girl. Looking up at him with a smile that reached her eyes this time, her hands relaxed on her thighs. Her style was much more different than her original one, although she had a fondness for flowing things, she wore pants, sneakers and boots, never just dresses and heels as one might expect from a flower goddess. It simply illustrated how different she was, and how similar all at the same time with the pop of orange, her subconscious needing that display of color in anything she wore. "I would very much like to go home with you, Aidoneus, Vesna told him honestly.
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That I can no longer remember
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:26 pm
Her tears were blinked away and she appeared deep in thought with those peculiar little habits of hers making an appearance again and was surprised he had actually missed. She was chewing her bottom lip and playing with the hem of her clothing. It was all very sweet, actually, and he caught himself watching as she thought things over in her head. They both knew there wasn't any really choice but he hoped she would take it as it was. He didn't know what he would do if she refused and said she really didn't want to. Would he go against his promise and do as he had in the past or give up on her after countless years searching? But, luckily, he didn't have to worry about that any longer. Not as a smile appeared on her lips that lit up her eyes and made him catch his breath silently. Her response came and his subconsciously clenched fist relaxed in his lap. Her words filled his heart with joy.
"Thank you," he said simply with his voice clearly relieved. It did not hold the joy he felt but the relief in his voice was enough. He stood from his seat carefully, keeping one hand on the back of it before he was fully straightened and he no longer needed the support. "That means very much to me that you would say so. I hope I can make you happy and not grow to dislike your new home. For however long I am around." He chuckled softly. "Not that I will be leaving nor any time soon. Though, I would like to return home before it gets dark. I think you would prefer to see my simple home while it is still daylight. There something more welcoming in that." He paused for a moment before extending his gloved hand. "Do you have anything you need to pack before we go?"
He helped her up with a surprisingly strong arm for one who had a limp. He stepped away to let her do as she wished. He would pay once she was ready to go. His eyes wandered to the window. There was no one else to get in the way this time. He was no romantic himself and honestly, he had no idea how to make a woman fall in love with him. Even though he had though about it since the moment he swore to find her again. Well, more accurately, he had thought it when he first found her, fell into depression, then the idea plagued him again after his decision. He had a few ideas but nothing really was clear to him. Well, he had later learned how her relationship had developed with the other god she had fallen in love with but if he acted like him would she fall in love with him? His eyes were distant, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He couldn't really act like himself, could he? No, he had already thought about this. He knew the answer. He uncrossed his arms and turned towards her. "Do you need any help?"Color Me Fubar oh my gosh Dx I keep telling myself each post that I have to return it to font 11 because the template is 9 font. But I keep quoting the first one instead of the most recent and forget to change ti 11 instead of 9 D'x
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He seemed happy she had said she would go home with him. Well, Vesna assumed that a master would rather have a willing slave to go home with them than one they were forcing. At least, a decent master anyway. She supposed that was a good sign. It wasn't as if she had any sort of experience with these sorts of things, however, and it was all guesswork for the young woman. When he extended his hand to her, she took it, though she didn't need any help standing. It was an old-fashioned manner that she found endearing and she gave him a small smile as he pulled her to her feet easily for someone she had thought was a cripple. Just because one body part was damaged didn't mean his entire body was, she scolded herself, feeling foolish for assuming he was some fragile old man. Feeling a bit silly, the girl looked around when he asked her if she had anything to pack. Vesna was lost in thought for a few minutes until his next question of needing any help startled her enough that she looked up at him.
"What? Oh...oh, no, actually. I don't have anything here of my own. The Hotel gave me clothing to wear when I was brought here," the young woman told him, a bit embarrassed to admit that. It made her feel like a beggar, even poorer than she had been at home. At least there she'd had her own things, even if it wasn't much. Here...well, she literally had nothing except the clothing on her back, and even that was a gift rather than something that belonged to her. She brushed some hair from her face and hoped that he wouldn't assume she was asking for things from him, not when he hadn't even paid for her yet or anything like that. Once it was clear that he was still going to take her, Vesna followed the man from the room, her hand absently tugging at the fabric around her neck. It frustrated her and she hoped he could take it off. It wasn't as if it hurt, but it did itch sometimes if she slept funny.
It was the first time she had been outside her room and she looked around a bit as they followed a guard down the hall and to the elevator that would take them to the lobby. She stayed close to Aidoneus' side as they walked down the hall, their footsteps quieted by the plush carpet beneath their feet. It was a luxurious cage and it made the girl a bit nervous, feeling as if any second she would be shoved back into it. That, and it was too quiet. It was the sort of moment in horror movies where there was suddenly a scream and someone died. It wasn't a nice place, in her mind, no matter how well they were treated because in the end, they were all just merchandise. Tools and property to be bought and sold like anything else. What was the return policy on a slave, she wondered, shuddering a bit. Pushing those thoughts away as they stepped onto the elevator, she held her breath as they went down. She wouldn't ever get used to that weightless feeling, she was sure of it.
It was a relief to be out in the lobby, to see those glass doors looking out onto the setting sun and the outside world. Vesna allowed herself to feel a bit of excitement now, unable to tear her gaze from the windows as she followed the man to the counter where he paid for her. She missed the entirety of the transaction, not wanting to know how much she was worth to someone or how much they had been asking for someone like her. Just a human. She didn't want to know how she had been placed as a product rather than a person and ignored what was going on around her, instead looking outside and wanting to get some fresh air.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:34 pm
He opened the door and let her walk through first before following after. She fell behind, of course, and they both followed the guard down the halls to the elevator. He glanced at her once or twice to be sure she was still following even though he could certainly feel her there. He could remember the time they would hold hands mostly because he insisted upon it. He did want to, hold her hand. It would be wrong to do now, though. He, instead, slid his hand into his pocket and toyed with the inner lining lately. If he was having trouble now just being in her presence, it would be a problem later when it was just him and her. He had promised he didn't want her as a bed partner and he didn't want to do anything that would make her think otherwise. Anything... that would make her doubt that he would keep his promise. A companion, he could live with that. But for how long? Could he really make her fall in love with him? An old, deformed god fallen from power.
He was lead to the counter where he greeted the woman. He had found the one he was looking for and would be buying her right then. He noticed her looking out the window from the corner of his eyes and smiled faintly. He then turned away and picked up a pen to do the paperwork. He had a checkbook which he was glad for. It probably wouldn't do to have a bunch of gems set on top of the counter for her. He had plenty of wealth, actually. He had been known as the wealthiest of the gods. He simply took some of it with him. Gave it away for equal worth of money and could sit comfortably for as long as he wanted. So, saying he took a little with him wasn't entirely accurate... a good amount. He had claimed himself a miner, of course, and no one seemed ready to dispute the claim. Seemed reasonable enough.
With his final signature, he took a breath, thrilled though also a bit anxious. It was like before in many ways and that was a bad thing... but also good. She belonged to him and couldn't leave. It made him feel a bit bad to know that even if he felt guilty pleasure on that. He would be living with the woman he had loved and waited for for thousands of years. There weren't going to be those who would take her away from him or dispute his right to have her. They would have a clean slate and have a chance to start over. He hadn't abducted her and forced her into marriage... and she wouldn't leave him or have to leave him. As long as she was a slave, she would have to remain with him. There was a chance of finally living with the woman he loved and... her loving him in return. He set the pen down, his pale eyes looking embarrassed even if no one could see them. He was like an adolescent boy. Thinking of such things... but he had waited for so long alone. Couldn't he have those thoughts? He only knew that rejection would break him. There would be no other reason to keep living. It sounded fatalistic... but true. He was no longer a king, no one needed him. He existed to find her, love her, without that, what else did he have?
He turned and offered her his hand. "Let's go home." He lead her outside to where his car was waiting and unlocked it. He opened the front passenger door so she could get in then shut it before moving around to his side. After opening it, he shifted carefully then slid inside. His hand moved to put his leg into a more comfortable position before putting the key in the ignition. "It isn't a long ride," he promised her. "We should be there in the next half hour before the sun sets. If traffic is fair that is the plan." Putting the car into reverse, he backed out then headed towards the exit. He, however, had no idea what to say after that. He fell awkwardly quiet, not sure on whether or not he should start a conversation... and if he should, what it should be about. In the end he was quiet, focused on the road.
So, eventually, they reached his house. The sun was almost completely set by then just in front of the house. Instead of pulling into the garage as usual, he parked the car under the tree in the front lawn that hung over the driveway and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Here we are. We should get something to eat first..." He opened his door after unbuckling and helped his leg out the door before standing. He hated driving for so long, it made his leg cramp. He hadn't done it right. He took a breath, leaning against the car for a few moments. He lifted his hand, though, and handed her the keys to the house. "You can go inside. I will be there in a moment." Color Me Fubar no problem~ and I decided not to jump to the house yet. you can do that next if you want, post there. (:
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:08 pm
And if you ever find the time......You know I'm not far behind. And if you ever need someone... .•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.•• The man was getting bored. Sure, he could go out on adventures, but even then that could get boring with just one person. He could buy companionship, but that could be costly in the end. Well, that and his humble abode could seem like serial killer central. He liked it out in the woods—less of a reason for the public prying eyes. Contradictory to his old life, he did not want to be in the spotlight anymore. Were it just three years ago, he would have craved to get the attention in the Underground circuits; but what was available now for his condition was something he would never look twice at.
So. There Broddi was. At the Hotel. Filling out the paperwork that every guest who was not boarded had to do. Apparently, from the looks of the questions, even the residents of the Hotel had to get a form filled out as well. Strange. Half tempted to see if, by chance, his cousin was caught and was “sold” here—as he looked at which box to check for the gender preference, but decided against it. In fact, he decided against going anything of supernatural sort. He was just now getting a grasp of himself, he did not need another crazy Humanoid creature in the mix. Plus, it may be something to bring back his own humanity…and get him out of this boring slump.
Strangely, the bored Broddi was rather patient. It took a little bit for the Concierge to process his application form, but there were a couple of other folks in front of him; so it was not much of a bother.
It was just under an hour later--or at least it seemed like it--when a guard motioned him to follow him. It seemed they did not need to travel very far nor for very long for that matter. The guard chuckled a little bit, before stopping at a door and knocked briefly and handed over a folder to him. "Good luck." Unlocking the door and moved himself away from the room entirely, leaving the man alone. Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, Broddi looked at the folder, but never opened it. Assuming it were files of the woman inside. Speaking of. Figuring the knock and the moments' worth of hesitation would have given her enough time for...well, for whatever, he peeked his head in a little bit. "Hee-lo?" .•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.••.•´¯`•.•• ...I'll still be waiting.
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Really, this place was going to drive her insane. It was nice, but still! Lounging on the bed on her stomach, Karina flipped some of her hair out of her eyes and huffed as she watched the door. One man had come in yesterday, but decided she was too 'wild'. He wanted some sort of pet, completely broken. Not her. While she was just a human and hardly dangerous, the young woman wasn't some doormat for people to use, not if she could help it. And being stuck here was beyond frustrating. Kicking her legs behind her before bending them, her heels touching the back of her head for a moment, the young woman stretched out and groaned. It was all she really did, be bored and wait and be bored and wait. If there wasn't the threat of going to the basement rooms, she would have acted up just to have some fun and liven things up around here.
When someone knocked at the door, Karina lifted her head in time to see someone coming in. Oh! He was cute, and young - and did he have a sword? That was interesting. Not bothering to sit up, she just waved her hand around, an odd sort of greeting. "Sure, come on in, we're always open at Casa Karina," she greeted him flippantly, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, no beverages or food allowed, just like in a movie. And no feeding the animals, remember, they could bite." A smirk appeared on her lips when she said that and she kicked one of her legs up again, stretching it out and back as she bent it to her head again. She wasn't showing off - it was an unconscious gesture, something she had done so many times to just move and do something that now it came to her without a second thought. The man just stood there and she huffed, rising to her knees and crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there and stare? You could at least pretend I'm not in a zoo," Karina grumped. She didn't bother to introduce herself, as she knew full-well that the file he held in his hand had all the information about her that he needed. "Take a picture, it lasts longer. A portrait is nicer, but I don't think I could sit still for that amount of time. I'd get too twitchy," she continued with a dismissive wave of her hand, before adjusting herself so she was sitting with her legs Indian-style now. Running a hand through her hair, she looked at him expectantly. "So, what're you here for?" she asked, trying to prompt some sort of conversation since he was there.
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