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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:20 pm
"Mmmhmm sure you would." Rile ran a hand though his hair, eyeing the arrogant little creature in front of him. "Un hn, blessed color of darkness. Sure," he snorted imaging the twins reaction to being called mad. "If I was anyone else Zerk you would have been switched till you couldn't walk for that little fit. And no, your clothing are not proper."
Rile shifted though the pile tossing clothing at Zerk quickly. Three pairs of pants all dark color. Two light shirts and one padded pull over, more pads, simple shoes and some undergarments and night clothing. "Alright, try all that on." He gently shooed Zerk towards the changing room.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:37 pm
Zerk stood and watched as Rile dug through the clothing. "It's not a fit." He insisted as the clothing was sort of tossed at him. He tried to catch a few of the cloths, but eventually just let them fall to his feet as he was able to note the quality of their material. "Father has explained things very well to me. Anyone with light grey skin, blue or green eyes, and blond hair have surface elf blood in their line. They need to be purged because they taint our people with weakness. And anyone with yellow or orange eyes are sick with madness. They are crazy and must be put down before they spread their madness." Zerk glanced down at the cloths and gave them a slight unhappy push with his foot while resisting the shooing motion made by Rile. "I can not wear this. It's...it's commoner cloths! And there is no insignia on it."
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:20 pm
"If you continue that line of thought you are going to be switched so hard Zerk. I don't think you want to be publicly humilated again." Rile crouch down till he was eye level. "And this time I will be the one doing it and if you don't change into those clothes you will spend the rest of your time in the camp naked. Now pick them up and put them on or do I have to punish you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:31 am
Zerk's face portrayed dislike when Rile knelt down to speak to him. His lips pressed firmly together. He wanted to talk back...to snarl into his blue eyed face. Instead though he stiffly knelt and grabbed a fistful of the cloth. This was a insult! A outrage! Unhappily he dragged the clothing into the changing room. Once inside, he carefully removed the clothing he had been wearing and folded them into a very small pile. The rest of the cloths...well...he looked at the padding and the shirt. He had worn battle practice garb before, so he knew more or less how to affix the padding...still..when Zerk pushed the curtain aside, he had a extremely disagreeable look upon his face and he tightly clutched the silk robes he had been wearing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:18 pm
Rile snorted at the prissed look of pissiness causing Zerks face. Damn, why couldn't Danni get payment to kidnap a nice agreeable house brat? Wait...was their any agreeable house brats? He stood leaning against a table and hmmed while Zerk came out assesing him. "Turn around so I can see how they fit."
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:21 pm
With a unhappy grumble, Zerk turned about in the different cloths. They felt a little...loose he supposed. He was used to the tight form fitting tights he wore under his robes. And the well tailored snugness of his pants and shirts. The concept of wearing cloths he could 'grow into' was utterly foreign to him. Each garment he wore was specifically tailored to his frame, and once he grew a fraction of an inch, the cloths were merely thrown away and replaced by a new outfit. "I do not like these cloths. They are heavy and...and poor" Zerk spoke as he came full circle. He tucked his rolled up cloths under one arm and gave his silk cloak a small shake. "They are going to look ridiculous under my cloak."
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 4:00 pm
Rile hmmed eyeing the clothing carefully before grunting his assement. They would do, just long enough for Zerk to grow into but not to trip over. Not to loose to fall over the bratlings shoulders or hips. "They'll do, and who says you get to keep the cloak?" He asked, lips twitching into an amused smile. "Silk not all that warm, we'll get you a darker wool one." He bundled up a few others and motion Zerk to follow. "Now come along, we'll put these in our tent and see to getting something for your lash marks."
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:57 pm
Zerks fingers fisted tightly into his cloak. "This is mine! It has my House Insignia on it! I refuse to give it up!" He insisted at Rile as he followed slowly. The promise of seeing to his lash marks was too tempting for him to be stubborn about. He hurt badly and wanted the lash marks to be tended to.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 9:18 pm
"If it means so much to you," Rile began looking down at the boy. "You will keep it in the tent. Here it will just be a danger, a flag say 'Hey! Come kill me! I have this lovely target for you to shoot at!'" He snorted opening up the heavy canvas flaps and motion Zerk inside. "Just dump your stuff on my bed."
He paused, eyeing the kid. "You can stay here if you no longer wish to walk. It might do you some good to think about what has happened and what no longer will be allowed. It is your choice but making it quick. I'm going to the healers tent in three minutes."
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:18 pm
Upon entering the tent, Zerk came to a pause and wrinkled his nose at the things within. "What bed?" He remarked sourly. Despite his feigned inability to pick out the bed, Zerk moved to the obvious sleeping space and dumped his clothing down on it. He turned, still stiff and sore, and eyed the tent flap. "I do not want to walk anymore. I'm staying here." He decided. The less he had to move the better he would feel.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:16 am
"Fine, just curl up on the furs and get some rest then." Rile let the tent flap fall, latching it securely behind him before he headed to the healers tent. Zerk would be safe enough, no one would dare to touch their first commander’s tent and while he did keep weapons in there…he was certain they were to heavy for Zerk to wield. The thought of the youth trying to lift his battle hammer or lance was rather amusing.
Rile shoulder the green flap aside before sliding into one of the many seats. Drow in the medic uniforms all dark stern cut hardy ware with the scorpion symbol in slight purple thread swirled about in familiar motions. Inventory more then likely and the smell of herbs sharp in the air. He grinned motion one of the youngsters over and made his request.
He talked a bit more before taking his leave just as polite as he came. The healers certain appreciated it and if their hands where extra gentle and stitches more sure when he was treated…well it was a pleasant reward. He opened the tent hoping the little brat lord had taking his advice.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:36 pm
Zerk watched as Rile would just leave him in the tent. He stood still, ears straining to hear his fading foot steps. Once Zerk was positive his 'keeper' had gone far enough away, he began to search the room for a weapon. His psionic knife was utterly useless here. He was better off using it as a dinner knife, for all it's use to him now. Yet any weapons he did come across...well..as stiff as his hindquarters felt... there was no amount of straining that was going to make the weapon easy enough for him to wield. In the end, Zerk flopped belly down onto the fur's with his original clothing rolled up into a makeshift pillow. he rested his chin upon it, and relaxed his back. His bum and upper thighs hurt so badly...he could still feel a trickle of blood sticking to the backs of his pants.
When Rile returned, he was half asleep. His black hair was flopped over his face and his head was half turned while he clutched possessively to the cloths he feared were to be taken from him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:49 pm
Zerk seemed a lot younger, half asleep and curled about his clothing. Rile snorted glancing around his room to look at his weapons before closing the flap, closing the clasps. "Seems you kept reasonably quite considering my weapons aren't tossed about. Or anything lighter," he muttered amused before walking over. "Got your medicine. If is up to you if you want help with it." Rile set the jar carefully down smelling strongly of herbs.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 1:16 pm
When Rile spoke, Zerk lifted his head and blinked at him. He shifted a bit on the bed, and chose not to retort about what he would have done had he not been hurt. He glanced at the jar, his fingers twitching slightly as he examined it. "Just...put it on..you can see where the lash marks are and I can't. I don't want to miss anything."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:40 am
"First smart thing you said all day.” He had expected him to be stubborn. To refuse any help and more then likely throw the jar of medication in his face. Which was why he chose the heaviest jar to kept it from shattering. Rile open the jar laying the lid aside. He pulled the youngsters borrowed pants down and slowly smooth the creamy pale green oil over the lash marks. “The ones on your lower legs I’ll bind with some linen.”
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