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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 5:40 pm
 As Rebecca finished combing her hair and tied it up into a long pony, smells of breakfast foods began to permeate her room and she, for once, welcomed it. She touched the sore spot on her arm where she had cut herself, but she knew the pain would be gone by the end of breakfast. Even if the stupid witch knew she marked herself, Rebecca knew she didn't have to explain. It was her own personal business, no one else needed interfere. It was her way of still being able to...to feel...something. Anything. Pain was always welcomed. Not that she was masochistic or sadistic, but the feeling of physical pain was more of a tether to life. To be able to truly live. For years she had been a hardened warrior, a woman who would withstand the most cruel tortures. So self infliction, was more like acupuncture for the soul. She searched another drawer in the vanity and found a plethora of stocked makeups. Though the assassin never dealt with such luxuries, she was not a stranger to them. Mostly when she went undercover she would typically adorn herself with rich attire and lavish, yet flattering makeup. She applied a peach lip gloss and a desireable amount of eyeliner. It was simple, not too much, but it made her appearance far more enticing. And that was what she needed to win over the witch. Just the thought of befriending her sent a small choking nausea through her body. She swallowed hard on a small amount of vomit and immediately went to brush her teeth again. Not the greatest start to the morning. The collar had not really reacted much to the self infliction, but it began to pulsate a little when she nearly got sick. It seemed to be, more or less, revealing that living in the house wasn't such a terrible fate after all. Rebecca scoffed and flicked the thing, only to get a slight shock to her finger in reply. She looked into the mirror in the bathroom, glaring hard at the collar. "You will not own me," she said to the thing as if to personify it. In rebuttle, it vibrated hard once and then stopped. Rebecca shook her head and headed downstairs. OOC:
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 6:42 pm
June had sleeped well in her bed waking early to shower and say her praryes and read some. it was how she had and would always awaken in the morning. she had picked a black dress just like her nuns habbit to dress in it whent down to her knees. she had brushed her hair pulling it into a pony tell and had made shore her cross was over her coller it made it less noticubll so she wouldent think about it around her neck so much. with a smile she walked out hopping today would be better then yesterday and maybe the other slaves would be a bit more open to having freands today.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 9:13 pm
 Vlad got up off his cot and stretched, loosing all musles in his body. He was in a rather pleasent mood though still himself he was ok with his situation. Walking upstairs he made his way towards the kitchen drawn immediately by the smell of food. As he entered the kitchen he realized that it was once again Oki preparing the meal. "Shouldnt one of the other two be cooking?" He sat up on the counter watching her which she cooked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:22 am
June hummed lightly as she entered the kitchen and smiled bowing "good morning mistress" she curtsied "and hello to you to" she said to Vlad "is there any thing i can do to help" she asked seeing Oki cooking she had cooked some at the monastery so she hopped she may be able to help. one thing about her was she tried and help any one with any thing even if it got her in trouble. she saw it as her duty to do no matter what.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:40 am
Rebecca made her way into the kitchen and saw the nun and the other man had already arrived. She still had not properly introduced herself to either of the two slaves, and she'd be damned if she allowed them to have that gratification. They didn't need to know her name. She still didn't even know the man's name, and she didn't care either way. It's not like she'd be communicating with him any time soon. The assassin withheld a comment in rebuttle for the sexist one that the man had made about the "other two" preparing the meal. Was it not Oki herself who made perfectly clear she tould be the one to cook? Rebecca supposed his arrogance blinded him from listening to Oki's words. There were far too many people for her liking in one area, so Rebecca meandered into the library while breakfast cooked. There were dozens of shelves lined with all types of novels, encyclopedias, and texts. She didn't much care for reading, unless it had a reward sum at the bottom of the document. Still, she browsed the sections and found a few titles that may have interested her in another lifetime. She stayed within the quiet solace of the library until it was time to eat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:05 am
 Pouring batter into the pan- there was already a substantial pile of crisp bacon beside her and she was masterfully making eggs and pancakes at the same time. As her servants entered, Oki offered each a smile with a chipper, sing-songy, " Good Morning." She made note of Rebecca's appearance, silly little creature. Oki was not easily won over by appearance, however there was no denying the girl looked nice. Oki wondered if Rebecca would become upset if she had the jacket mended and freshened up- perhaps in time. Noticing June's eager gaze, Oki set a bowl of oranges before her and began to peel one to show what she wanted done. " Oki hopes June slept well." And returned to cooking. Her dark gaze passed to Vladimir at his comment. The reason she cooked everything was because she was particular about her meals. She didn't like other people handling her food. One to many people had tried drugging or poisoning her meals. It was why she'd lived alone for so long without a keeper in sight. But she would not tell them this. Expertly flipping a pancake she hummed, " Oki enjoys cooking, she finds it relaxing. If he is so concerned with whom should be doing what Oki will be assigning chores later today." Oki would make a plate for herself, taking half a peeled orange. Rebecca would feel a tug on her collar as Oki announced, " Breakfast is ready, come and make their plates."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:54 am
June quickly and eagerly started pealing the oranges "yes i sleeted well thank you" she smiled as she piled them. she made shore eatch orange looked like the one oki had demonstrated with once finished she smiled. once Oki announced the food was ready june moved back and let the others get theirs first trying to be polite.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:56 pm
The irritating tug at the collar was only so much that Rebecca could handle. She twisted a finger up beneath the band around her neck as if to loosten the tugging. I'm coming, I'm coming, she would say in her head. The tug let up a little and Rebecca was able to remove her finger. When she took her finger out, she had to double take for a moment. Rebecca swore she saw a misty magenta thin beam of light protruding from the collar. She blinked twice and it was gone. She cursed in her head about the stupid magic in the house. The collar gave her a small static shock. Keeping everything else to herself, she left the library and made her way back into the kitchen. She made her plate consisting of a few strips of bacon and an orange. She found she didn't care much for eggs and wasn't in the mood for hotcakes. She took her place at the dining table, exactly one seat away from Oki, as the witch still frightened her, but she wasn't sitting alone either. She took her orange and squeezed the fresh juices into a small glass she had on the table. When no more juice could be spared, she set aside the remains to consume after her bacon. She ate slowly, attempting to mingle a fair bit longer considering the others would probaby have their plates piled high with food. Also, seeing as she hadn't eaten much in the past week, too much rich food would make her sick. After she finished a strip of bacon, Rebecca gathered up enough stomach to attempt a conversation with the witch. The stomach was in fact, for being able to pronounce the woman's 'title.' "M-Mistress," she stumbled, "would it be possible for me to go out and explore the island today? I'd very much like to get some fresh air, and since you'd obviously know where I'd be, I don't think it'd be much of a problem."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:05 pm
Vlad grabbed a pancake and an orange not bothering with a plate, he walked in to the dinning room, and sat at the table. He nibbled on his pancake and kicked his feet up on the table, then the pull on his neck reminded him and so he sat properly. After finishing his pancake he got up and headed for the front door without a word, he planned on checking out the island and get a feel of his surroundings. ((OOC: Sorry about the shorter replies im a little busy lately but i promise ill try and make longer posts.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:57 pm
June made her plate with an orange eggs and a pancake before sitting down and eating. she almost choked though when Rebecca called Oki mistress mostly from what she had learned of the other woman last night made her think she wouldent. after she had finished she took her plate and washed it putting it away when she saw Vlad walk off she got a bit currius and followed after him to see if she may have better luck making freands with him then she had the other night with Rebecca.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:42 pm
What interesting preferences they all held. Oki sipped at a cup of coffee from who knew where it had come from. She offered them only juice and water, set out previously for them to enjoy. She ate slowly, taking time to enjoy the taste and texture of it all- for those with magic there was no telling when it would burn you up. Use all your soul in a flash of power or turn you to ash for an incorrect syllable. Oki smiled at the asking, wondering if Rebecca thought her vapid in thought. Tone, it was tone and body language Oki watched and Rebecca was dripping with such dislike- such false sweetness. Vladimir suddenly finding himself frozen as the collar locked his muscles. " Oki believes this a wonderful idea for the assassin and warrior. Go together and be mindful of Felicity. The island is as much hers as it is Oki's." Vladimir would be forced to wait until Rebecca moved to him. ((OOC: as a reminder, please use spell check and watch your sentence structure. I know this isn't a literate board however I'm having a hard time deriving context in several posts. I don't want finger pointing just please comply
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 4:15 pm
Rebecca withheld a sneer at the thought of venturing anywhere with such a so-called warrior. Still, Rebecca wanted to explore the island. She wanted to know of her exact surroundings, and if there would ever be a way off the blasted rock. She finished her plate and orange and returned the dirty dishes to the sink. When she finished rinsing her plate, she turned and asked, "What's a Felicity?"OOC:sorry for short post.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 12:07 am
Vlad was a little put off by the thought of having to venture out with the hot headed, loud mouthed ninja. The fact that she was both those things and a master of the silent kill was simply baffling, he figured she had gotten into the slave trade because of a botched hit. Oh well it wasn't as if he could do anything about it, he couldn't move another step forward. It was still disappointing, he wanted to have a "breather" in order to settle some of his... tension. It wasn't something he could do with other people around. As he waited he leaned up against the wall and debated whether or not to wear his shoes. It wasn't as if it were vary cold out and he wouldn't be gone long, so he decided to go barefoot. He didn't like wearing shoes, they were uncomfortable to him. He had gotten used to not wearing shoes in the outdoors during the period between his escape from the capital and getting captured by the slavers. He wasn't proud of it really, it was an uncivilized ability that he seemed to naturally come by and he only could assume it came from his eye but for some reason moving threw woods and jungles and other nature terrain never really caused any issue for him, be it sand or ice he had no issue taking off at a full sprint unhindered. Thinking of running and moving in the outdoors always made him excited and giddy. He began growing wrestles and wanted to go but the infernal assassin wouldn't hurry up!
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:14 pm
Oki smiled sweetly, " She is Oki's pet. Felicity is a very large white tiger with a starburst on her forehead. She is very hard to miss and very playful. You will be halted if there is an attempt to harm her." She sipped her coffee, " Go on. Try not to get lost and be wary of the magenta flowers." Oki waved Rebecca off, her gaze falling to June. She wondered if June would stay inside or go with the others.
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