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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:25 pm
Lance looks at her curiously; she made a movement he is unfamiliar with. Pushing himself forward to give her a closer look, he said, "A pretty name. Tell me about you."
He sighed, and leaned back lazily in his chair.
"Yeah, well, in our society, that isn't too uncommon. Parents beat their kids often. My father once beat me for asking a stupid question. The bruises took forever to fade away." He said this with a small laugh.
"I take it your parents, adoptive or otherwise, are kinder than that."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:32 pm
Riasha sits down and rests her hands in her lap. They're fairly dainty hands actually, not the kind that have been toughed with hard work. So probably not like the hands of the humans on Lance's world.
"My parents are kinder than that, yes," she says. "I don't know about parents for the whole world, but among my people you generally have to have a good reason to punish your children. We live in very tight knit groups, so there's a lot of eyes on everyone. And most people past a certain age take turns caring for children. Because we don't have a lot of space, a lot of times if a couple wants to be...um...intimate," cue blush," someone else will take the children for the night. It's just expected," Riasha notes. "If you get that kind of help, you need to be willing to give it. Or if someone is really sick, someone else will take the children so the illness has less chance to spread." She shrugs her shoulders.
"I guess I just can't imagine someone scarring one of their children like that." She thinks for a moment. "What was the question you asked that your father thought was stupid, if you don't mind telling me?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:52 pm
Lance curiously glanced at her folded hands and mimicked her body language, his big, scarred hands resting on his muscled thighs.
"See, that sounds nice," he said. "Only humans seem to do that. Immortals just do whatever they want regardless if their children are present, and we don't really get sick like humans do either. Human society seems so quaint and pleasant, do you agree?"
He sighed heavily as he replied, "My family is the scorn of the Immortals, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you. Before I was born, two of my older siblings, Lynette and Leif eloped. They were married for quite awhile, actually, and when they had their child, my father went out of our sector to visit them. When he returned, I asked how many eyes my brophew had."
He cleared his throat and said, "Three, in case you were curious."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:57 pm
Riasha blinks. "Your older siblings eloped with each other?" she asks with a mild, knee-jerk horror. Apparently they aren't backwards enough on her world that incest is considered 'okay.' "There's something I don't really understand though; if your people are so powerful, and so long lived, why is it hard for them to have a bond with their families?" she wants to know. "We don't have much; we have to work for what we do have, but we know enough to realize family is important." She tilts her head to the side and her eyes widen just a tiny bit. "But maybe that's it. If you live for such a long time, maybe posterity doesn't mean as much." ((Hmmmm, wonder how Joffrey would have looked with three eyes...))
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:04 pm
"Oh, hell," he said, grinning, "it's not accepted in our society either. That's why other families don't like us much. That's why my father gutted my brother. I never thought you could kill someone who can never die." He paused. "I don't understand the logistics of it, but long story short, my father killed my brother, and my mother ate their weird, three eyed baby. But that last part isn't well known, so shhhhh."
"Our families are big," he said. "The Prescotts alone have at least thirty children, and are already up to eight grandchildren, and only two of their children are married." He paused again. "Not to each other, of course!"
His eyes rested on her, and he asked, "Are you involved with a special someone?"
((Joffrey?))
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:07 pm
Riasha definitely goes pale at the part about eating a baby...and she's not sure if this is some sort of dark humor or if Lance is being literal. "Even if they did something wrong, the baby couldn't have been alive long enough to do anything wrong; that seems terribly unfair," she says. "What happened to...your sister? If your brother was gutted and the baby was killed, that still left your sister." Her eyes go wide. "Thirty children! I suppose if a woman can't die, then she doesn't have to worry as much about child birth." Then she shakes her head and sighs. "No, nothing like that. In general, they keep a lot of the men away from me, telling me I should wait a few more years before getting involved," she says. "It's probably because they don't want me to stop dancing."
((From Game of Thrones; his mother and father were sister/brother to each other, but that wasn't widely known))
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:17 pm
Lance shook his head bitterly and said, "That's not how that works. My parents like to save face, and the hatred of the Prescotts could mean trouble for all of us. Their reputation means more than that situation. My sister was remarried to a member of the Vega family. I don't speak to her, so I don't know her fate."
"You should have a dance partner you love and are passionate about. It would make your dancing that much more sweet and inspirational and beautiful," he said quietly.
((Oh XD ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:25 pm
"So far I dance alone," Riasha says. "The Orchestrer decided that it would be the best effect," she said. "Because I look so different from the other young women." She shrugs her shoulders modestly. "We all listen to the Orchestrer; that's just the way things are." She nods her head a bit. "We recognize the importance of reputation, but there are some things we won't sacrifice in the name of it." She tilts her head to the side. "What is the Vega family like? Is it possible your sister is safe there?" Then she sighs. "But it will be a while before I dance for anyone I'm guessing. I was on my way north before I got diverted here; I was passing into lands that my people will not go to."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:36 pm
"That's so sad," Lance said softly. He thought about the ballerina dancer in the snowglobe his younger sister kept in her bedroom. It would spin to the soft music, but it was alone, without a single person to dance along with her.
"Reputation means we get to keep our home," he said. "The Prescotts run everything underground, so we have to keep them happy, or we go topside. And it's not as great up there. No one wants to be demoted, you know?"
He leaned his head on his hand and drummed his fingertips against his temple thoughtfully. "The Vegas," he said slowly, "are powerful, but they're at the bottom of our society. They're genuinely kind people, and that's probably why they haven't been shot topside yet. They're all chefs, the finest of the fine, which is the other reason they're not topside yet. I think my sister would be happy with her husband and new family."
Lance felt a little bored, so he glanced up at his cherry trees, looking for Dahlia.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:38 pm
((This is gonna be Veiris's exit which happened a long time ago, so no need to reply as the RP has moved on))
Veiris didn't know how to respond to Claudette. He wasn't sure if he could do what she had to. All he knew was he was relieved when another man walked in and drew away Claudette's attention. He barely caught the man's name- Blaize or Blair or something similar. It didn't matter. Veiris could feel the warm under his tattoos- the warmth that signaled a shift coming and not one he summoned. It had been a long time since he felt this on edge, that a shift demanded to come. He pushed the warmth away. He couldn't shift here. Not a full shift. Not what he needed. Claudette had gone to the man. They knew each other. Perfect, Veiris thought. He waited for her to be focused on this other man before grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He buttoned his coat and wrapped his scarf snugly around his neck before he reached the door. He was gone without a word.
((I'll post a new character in a bit, but it felt weird just leaving veiris sitting in the corner somewhere))
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:47 pm
Riasha shudders and glances away, hugging her arms to herself. "I don't like being underground," she says. "It's just not natural." Her pupils dilate as she remembers a very unpleasant incident, and she lets go of herself as one hand reaches up to touch the back of her crudely chopped off hair. "At least your sister got a second chance," she says, perhaps a bit hollowly.
The snow globe analogy would be a good one, if Riasha only knew about it. Valued, but set apart. That's how she had been for a long time it seemed. And now, she was wanted, but she didn't feel at all valued. But she doesn't talk about this struggle, not now. The man seemed to have little patience for negativity.
"Maybe it is a little sad, but I never minded much before. I needed a little help getting the courage to dance in the first place," she says, going back to a slightly more comfortable subject. "I just don't have the same personality that most of the other dancers do."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:50 pm
Jóna had been drinking passively in the background and threw up her hands now that something caught her attention. "Wait, wait, wait, woah, woah!" she called, face lighting up, flushed with drink. "Your mother ate her own incestuous born mutant grandchild?"
It was too much to handle. She lost it, dissolving into hysterical laughter.
"And you thought...and you thought...burn it all...and you thought a tree growing out of that girl's godsbedamned head was funny! Oh god." She slapped the table, her leg, and then Lance on the leg, unable to even breathe. "That'st he funniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life!" she heaved. "Oh gods. Oh gods my side hurts. I can't breathe!" she exclaimed, nearly falling out of her chair.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 9:52 pm
"It was either go underground or be forced to fight a war we didn't believe in and die," Lance said with a shrug. "We have everything we could ever need and want underground."
Lance stood up, finally finding Dahlia, who was batting at some of the cherries. He reached up and pulled her down into his arms, where she began purring immediately and licking his face with her sandpaper-y tongue.
"Having a love to dance with would give you all the courage you could ever need," he said. "But then again, so would alcohol, so take your pick."
He looked at the elf and said, "Yes, my mother ate my brophew. It was very tragic. I couldn't imagine having an eyeball growing out of my foot, nor my grandmother eating me. You know, which ever is worse."
He was struggling not to laugh with her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:02 pm
She couldn't breathe. Her whole body ached. Bracing on the edge of the table, she doubled over with silent tremors, tears starting to roll from her eyes. "Your brophew. Your mother cannibalized your brophew. That's the saddest godsbedamned thing I've ever heard. That's worth getting your eye trashed. I'd have sacrificed both eyes. I can't breathe," she expressed again, struggling to even get the words out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:10 pm
Riasha looks somewhat less amused. Actually, it would be fair to say that she doesn't look amused at all. At least, not at the story of the infant who never had a chance to live. But Jóna is laughing so hard that her lips twitch despite her mental protests otherwise. "I still think the tree is funnier," she says mildly.
She nods a bit to Lance. "I would imagine that it takes courage to find a love in the first place," she notes. "At least, it seems so to me." She shakes her head. "There probably isn't anything wrong with the underground in general...but I'm used to open sky and open spaces. We travel a lot, and on fair nights, we sleep under the stars. Being surrounded by so much stone," she shivers, "makes me very nervous. All the weight of the earth threatening to crash in on my head."
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