He mainly just listened to Ian tell him more information than he expected about the business. Toward the end he almost opened his mouth to say something; but realized that it wasn't a good idea. The fact that he was a slave was what made him stop. Any advice he could give would be from the old him that didn't exist anymore. Not to mention the fact that he didn't have time for such trifles. He only really asked about the company in order to make sure his assumption was correct. That just meant that the brothers had a hand in what happened to him whether they were directly involved or not. Normally someone might be upset at a company, and everyone that worked there, that failed to protect like they promised; but Ruven looked at this as his chance to find out some information that could help him. After all, it was amazing that a Cypress was the one that purchased him in the first place--to squander the chance to find the true perpetrator would be a huge mistake.
The conversation in the bathroom went rather well for the most part. Ruven probably could have took the shorter route in that particular situation; but he didn't think the other elf would be so easy. That was probably because his race was supposed to be quite intelligent compared to the other races--Acacius was different though. The two of them definitely weren't on the same level in regards to intelligence. Their little interaction only proved that even more than his actions had so far. He even spouted out the 'you have us' thing. It was quite adorable. The outburst almost made the dark-haired elf break out of "character" by smiling. The bit about the parents was filed away in his mind; but didn't appear to be the reason behind the hostility--like expected.
Ruven didn't really respond to the comment about being approachable when he wasn't scowling; after all, he was already smiling at that point. He felt like a reaction wasn't really needed. Soon Acacius stated that he was going to head back. He watched the other walk by him as he replied back. "Okay. I'll head back soon." The dark-haired elf waited until the door shut before he let that smirk of his grace his features: even the look in his eyes gave off a smug vibe. It just felt so good when things go your way.
Before exiting the restroom Ruven decided to clean himself up a bit. Then he made his way back to the table. At no point did it occur to him to run away since he was left alone. Ian and Acacius seemed to be having a good time so to speak. As much as two people could while they were eating. The dark-haired elf sat down on his side of the table and reached out to grab a wing. "Are these good?" It was asked as he carefully turned the one he picked out around in his fingers. Crimson eyes looked up at the two across the table with what might have appeared to be mild curiosity. Ruven gave them plenty of time to respond before he decided to take a small bite. The chicken was cooked well enough it seemed. It also wasn't too spicy yet had a decent flavor to it. Still, it was definitely messy and ended up making him dab his mouth with a napkin after every bite.
By the time the entrees got there he only managed to finish that one wing and the rest of his fries. Ruven had a tendency to eat in a somewhat slow and graceful manner after all. It wasn't until the server set everything down, cleaned off any of the appetizers that were finished, and asked if they needed anything else that he took the time to look at what the other two got. Then his eyes traveled to his own dish. The plating left something to be desired; but at least it looked edible. In the end he decided to start by trying the caesar salad.
LOCATION: At a Bar & Grill with Ian and Acacius. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 12:21 am
The two slaves were in the bathroom and Ian was playing with his food. It was childish. Really. He kept breaking the fries up trying to scoop their innards out, then ate the small amount of mashed potato-type filling while he left the fried outer shell on the edge of his plate, the number of empty fries was quickly piling up. He managed to pack away a couple more wings as well. It wasn’t until Acacius came back that Ian lifted his head to take note of the blond. "Sorry I took so long," Ian giggled.
”Relax. You say that too much. You’re only supposed to apologize if you do something wrong, remember?” He hated that his elf was always so timid-minded acting as though he would get in trouble for the simplest of things. It made Ian feel like a bad owner at times. Like he was too uptight with Acacius or something. He knew that couldn’t be true… But there really were times when he felt himself acting quite snappy or demanding of the elf when he was caught up in a lot of work or stressed out. ”I should start forcing you to take apologies back if they don’t have a good reason behind them. Maybe that’ll help with the problem. What’s the opposite of sorry?” Ian asked as he glanced at the ceiling for a portion of a second.
Acacius was poking fun at all the wings Ian demolished when Ruven came back. ”Dude I’m gonna gain so much weight after the week I’ve had. Been ordering in way too much.” Ian rocked back and forth. ”But it’s sooo good. God. I literally think if someone cooked up and made a horse taste good I’d be able to devour the whole thing.” Ian said laughing. Ruven asked if the wings were good and was just met with an aggressive nod as the redhead looked up and spotted the waitress heading in their direction.
Ian’s scent was good enough to smell plenty of delicious scents from the kitchen. It was odd to the redhead. He managed to smell really differently when he was in wolf form compared to his humanoid shape. When he was in his wolf form, the male managed to smell a lot better, of course, but in humanoid form he almost felt as though he were smelling the combinations of food to a much fuller degree. Nothing compared to that moment when a fresh plate of food was placed just in front of you. He couldn’t help but let a smile creep on his lips as his steak was just inches away for his taking.
The male delicately picked up his silverware and began to eat it, civilized. Cultured. That’s what Ian was. Even if a part of him always wanted to dig into his meal like the savage he kept locked away. He never acted on impuse though. He wasn’t allowed to. Ian took a few good minutes just enjoying his food without a word. As he finally looked at the other two plates of food he nodded towards his mashed potatoes. ”Want any?” He asked Acacius. ”They’re so good. I’m scared I’ll eat them all if they keep sitting in front of me.” Then the lycan glanced down at his stomach trying to decide if the meal was worth gaining another two pounds. He’d really need to go for a few jogs this weekend.
”Uh, Ruven,” Ian stated tilting his head to the side. ”I’m getting you a phone of course, you don’t have to if you’re worried Odin will be mad or anything, but will you sorta report back to me about him sometimes? If he ever needs help or I can prevent anything bad happening to Odin I can try to step in. Or I mean I can help you too if he ever…” Ian tapped his fingers against the table. ”I’m worried if like you were to ever get caught in that tantrum. I’ve never seen him like that. Throwing and destroying things like that. I mean… Not at a time like this. Normally it’d at least be just before a full moon. I’m worried how he’ll be once that hits.” Ian didn’t wanna say it but he felt as though Odin was different since his release from prison. He wasn’t… He wasn’t the same.
● LOCATION Oliver's Bar and Grill. xxx● COMPANY Acacius, Ruven. xxx● FEELING Content.
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Ian is too kind, too good, too pure for this world. Every time he brushes off Acacius's mistakes, the slave sends a silent prayer of gratitude to whoever is listening up there. He truly has been blessed with the sweetest master, one that has never risen his voice nor hand in contempt. Not a day goes by that the elf doesn't make sure Ian knows of his appreciation and affection. By now, it's clear that the other male is aware of how Acacius feels due to his constant fawning -- and everyone that has the misfortune of being a bystander gets the gist as well. And somehow, it hasn't (completely) destroyed their friendship. There are times of strain, such as now, when Acacius tries to apologise for some blunder he thinks he has made and Ian reassures him. Yet, this time, it's a very mild misunderstanding compared to ones they have had in the past.
"Ah, yea, I'm sor--" Acacius catches himself quickly, and a blush spreads like wildfire across his face and ears. He looks down at his plate shamefully, taking this all a bit too seriously. He knows how Ian dislikes his apologetic behaviour, but he just can't help always thinking about how he's not quite good enough for the other male. His master deserves a slave that is a hundred times more efficient and intelligent and confident than him. Acacius knows that he was only bought all those years ago because he was so young and was kept around to keep Ian occupied. Now, there really isn't anything keeping his master from returning him, is there? The elf almost gets lost in his thoughts, but is drug back to reality when Ruven reappears. He glances up to flash a kind smile and remains silent.
Without fail, Acacius finds his eyes drawn to the man seated beside him and can't help a stifled laugh at the other's amusing antics. Ian really is a godsend. By the time their entrees finally arrive, the trio have demolished most of the appetisers. The salad that is placed before Acacius is only slightly less appetising than its picture in the menu, but he doesn't dare voice any complaint. Food is food, as long as it is edible. Curious cerulean eyes glance over at Ruven, watching him inspect his meal as if he's some kind of food critic. The blonde merely smiles, somehow entertained at the sight. However, when Acacius remembers the other elf's earlier reveal, his grin disappears. Maybe the new slave really was a food critic before he ended up here? That thought is actually really sad, so he abruptly looks back to his own meal.
After a disappointing forkful of his greens, Acacius takes a cleansing sip of water. It's not disgusting, just...not that great. Still, he will finish his meal so he doesn't come off as unappreciative and rude. Upon hearing Ian's offer, the elf has trouble containing the look of delighted surprise that crosses his face. "R-really?!" Acacius exclaims, staring down at the plate of mashed potatoes like a child on Christmas morning. He glances up at his master, and only after getting confirmation does he eagerly dig in. Just one bite and Acacius is letting out a satisfied hum. Note to self: skip the salad and just order a big plate of mashed potatoes next time. "Oh gosh, these are really good," the elf murmurs after a big mouthful. If he weren't so hungry, he may have insisted that Ian eat his own food, or he may have comforted Ian's fears about gaining weight. If only he were a better slave.
As Ian begins talking to Ruven, Acacius remains quiet. The blonde can only hope that the other elf will be polite and thankful for the younger Cypress's concern after their private talk in the bathroom. It doesn't matter if Ruven isn't used to being a slave, he really should just accept Ian's kindness and show his appreciation. Besides, it would be in the other elf's best interest to makes friends with his master's docile younger brother. No amount of arrogance can prepare any elf for the wrath of that violent werewolf -- especially not around the full moon. Ruven isn't a total pretentious d**k, is he? "We just want to help you, really," Acacius chimes in after swallowing his food. He blots at his mouth with a napkin before continuing, "It will be a lot easier on you and Odin if you had somewhere to go during...his mood swings." The elf offers a small smile before he returns to his food.
Ruven mainly just observed their antics without saying anything. They really seemed to get along and appeared to care about each other quite a bit; but he couldn't help the dark thoughts that came next. Would they really be there for each other if s**t hits the fan? Even though he just met the two, it is hard to believe that one of them could potentially stab the other in the back. In the past he wouldn't have thought that could be a possibility; but his trust in others was low nowadays. It was hard for him not to ponder such things it seemed. After all, situations and people change. No one can really predict the future.
The rest of the time was spent focusing on his own food--especially since Ian didn't ask if he wanted any mashed potatoes. It didn't matter since the answer would have been a polite no. Acacius seemed to like the potatoes more than the salad though. It wasn't long before Ian brought up the phone and made a request. The dark-haired elf finished cutting his sandwich into four pieces while he waited for them to finish everything they had to say. Then he put his utensils down before deciding to respond.
"I appreciate your generosity and concern," he paused a moment as if he was in thought, "so I will message you if either of us needs help or if there is something you should know." Ruven looked down at his food for a brief moment before he returned his attention to Ian. "But...ultimately Odin is my owner and he is the one I have to listen to above all others. That's why I am afraid that I can't make any real promises. I'm sorry." If Ruven was honest, he would have to admit that it was hard for him to reword what he was thinking before it flew out of his mouth. If he learned anything from his interaction with these two--it was the fact that he was still speaking and maybe even acting a bit too much like someone that wasn't at slave status. There were certain words he had to omit at the last second so he wouldn't sound like he was a pompous a**. That's part of the reason why he paused a couple of times as he responded.
Ruven gave them both a gentle smile as if to apologize while accepting the request at the same time. Then he picked up a fourth of his BLT and took a bite. It was probably the best thing he had so far; although a far cry from anything from a fancier place. Still, he quite liked the flavors that were put together. It wasn't until he finished his bite that he spoke up again. "This is pretty good," he confessed to no one in particular. He decided that it would be okay and even a bit better if he said things without being spoken to first when it came to these two; but only when it seemed appropriate. "Thank you for bringing me here." With that said he gave them a matching smile before he took another bite.
It wasn't until he finished his first corner that he spoke up again; although he felt like he it might be good idea to ask for permission first. If it wasn't needed then they would probably just tell him. It was better to be safe than sorry. "Would it be okay if I asked you a question Acacius?" It might have been the first time he actually addressed the other elf without involving Ian--not counting the restroom incident of course. Asking another slave for permission might have been a bit unnecessary; but it was a small price to pay in the long run.
"I was wondering how good your physical abilities were in comparison to our races natural tendencies." Of course he wasn't going to mention anything about intelligence since that seemed to be below average for the other elf; but that might mean that his physical aspects are a lot higher than most of their race. "I don't like to admit it; but I am below average when it comes to all of our natural physical abilities. It might be because I didn't focus on keeping myself in good shape..." he trailed off and scratched behind his left ear for a moment. The part about not liking to admit it was just thrown in there to make it more of an emotional connection; but he was about to ask someone he just met, that he would have never befriended normally, for help. It just made him feel oddly uncomfortable even though doing so would further help him in his quest. "So would you mind helping me hone my skills?" Man it felt good to finally ask that question. That's why he let a smile slip out; but this one was just a simple one that revealed nothing in particular. Even if Acacius didn't reveal anything about his physical abilities before the question was asked, it was hard to believe that he could be any worse than him. Not to mention the fact that training with each other would be useful even if they were both lacking.
LOCATION: At a Bar & Grill with Ian and Acacius. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
"It might be because I didn't focus on keeping myself in good shape..." Ian tilted his head to the side glancing at his plate. By this point of the conversation he'd already devoured most the meal. "So would you mind helping me hone my skills?" Ian glanced at Acacius to immediately try and tell if the elf was thinking the same thing he was. Of course, he gave the two elves a chance to talk about their physical attributes. Ian wasn't sure what Ruven wanted to learn exactly but he knew the perfect guy you should learn all that stuff from.
"Y'know uh..." He nodded over his shoulder. "I know I wouldn't normally say this about most stuff... Because it's not..." How did he want to word this? "Like Odin's not the best to take any life advice from, certainly. But he's actually gotten really, really strong. Like if there's anything you want to learn about something like that he'd probably be the best person in the world." Ian's sheepish gaze lowered as he felt a light blush cross his cheeks. It was embarrassing complimenting your brother's physique when you were openly gay. Ian wanted to add a 'no homo' but he felt like that might make it worse and more awkward.
It was hard to deny though. Ian didn't know what the ******** they were feeding Odin in prison but someone had their goddamn wheaties. He went in looking skinny and frail as ********, then today was some totally different person. Odin was still rather pale, probably due to lack of sunlight, but his body gained a ton of mass. He looked like a goddamn tank. The destructive fit he had was almost scary. It would've been terrifying had they been inside the apartment. Maybe Ruven was destined to be with Odin, for at least a little while, to learn the best ways to workout. Ian couldn't picture his brother with a slave in the long run. He didn't want to tell Ruven, but he didn't think it would last. It would be impossible for Odin to live with someone for so long. All Ian could do was try to prevent Ruven from calling the police on his brother and having him thrown in prison again.
As he finished his meal and paid the bill, Ian was trying to work out a way to bring the deal he was thinking of to Ruven. Ian held the door open as they left and glanced over his shoulder. "Ruven, come here." He wanted the slave to walk next to him as he trudged along the streets. "Mm... I wanna make a deal with you. The phone, a weekly allowance. We can make a shared bank account and everything. I can make sure you are buying food or whatever you need each week." Because he certainly didn't trust Odin to be able to provide for the two of them. If Ruven would it would at least make things easier for the both of them in that train wreck of a household. "But..." Ian had to add a catch. There was always a catch. "I want you to keep any illegal things he does completely quiet. I want you to ignore anything he does. He's on probation, you get that, right? He can be in serious serious trouble if anyone catches him doing anything bad or breaking his probation. He's not even allowed to be in fights or anything. He can't even be trashing his house like that."
Ian wasn't sure how he could make the situation seem more dire. Surely Ruven understood Odin would be sent straight back to the prison cell he was locked in the past half a year and forced to eat slop all over again if he broke anything from his probation. "He's gotta make all his sessions too. A private therapy session, a group therapy session, and a meeting this his probation officer each week. I need you to keep track of that stuff for him." Because lets face it Ian had seen Odin when the werewolf couldn't even remember what ******** month it even was.
Ian turned the street corner and looked around at all the shops. It didn't take long before he was holding his mobile and bringing up a search screen to look for the closest cellphone carrier store so he'd be able to add a third number to his plan. He wanted Ruven to have a cellphone as well. Technically, Odin was still on their father's plan until he got his s**t in order. Since his release from prison was so recently and he didn't even have a job yet it's not like he was expected to have that stuff worked out. Ian really did feel a bit embarrassed for Odin having his life in such a jumbled mess. The male didn't even have a college degree. He'd never be taken seriously if he didn't start to try and build a resume and work through the rough patches. Ian didn't know what he'd do if he had a criminal record. Their father was still livid with Odin. He was trying his best to hide the criminal record and disappointment from the general public which was working well so far. If word ever came out that their family was an unstable mess his father was afraid their stock would plummet. Why would anyone invest in a business that was run by a man who couldn't even control his own children? He'd look like an incompetent fool.
● LOCATIONOliver's Bar and Grill. City Streets. xxx● COMPANY Acacius, Ruven. xxx● FEELING Content.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 4:33 pm
Acacius lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Ok, good, it seems as if Ruven is getting the hang of this slave thing. While the other elf's response isn't exactly what Ian was hoping to hear, it is still an improvement compared to his earlier bold actions. Actually, Acacius is quite impressed with Ruven's sudden sense of his standing in the world. As awful as it may be, the dark-haired elf now belongs to Odin, and he has to obey Odin above all else (except for the law, of course). With a relieved smile, the blonde picks up his spoon to begin eating the graciously offered potatoes again. Peace befalls the trio, but only for a short time.
When Ruven speaks up again, Acacius freezes. "Would it be okay if I asked you a question, Acacius?" What would the other slave possibly want to ask him? Surely he won't bring up their conversation from the bathroom... Acacius recalls that his relationship with Ian was touched upon briefly, and the thought of discussing something like that right here is absolutely mortifying. Wide, almost fearful, blue eyes lock onto those crimson hues across the table as the blond elf gives a slow, confused nod of approval. The other elf can't be that malicious, right? What spills forth from Ruven's mouth is not what any of them expected. Did...did he just ask for help? The spoonful of potatoes that the blonde had scooped up finds itself at gravity's mercy and makes a comical plop as it falls back to the plate, leaving the utensil to hover, empty.
With a furrowed brow, Acacius slowly turns his head to look at Ian, as if asking his master whether he heard correctly or not. Licking his lips, the elf turns back to Ruven and smiles politely through his paralysing uncertainty. "Well, um...I wouldn't brag, but my reflexes are nothing to scoff at. I mean, there isn't much to teach though. I've been refining my abilities for years..." Acacius trails off with a small frown and awkwardly tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. Cerulean eyes glance over to his master as he suggests asking the burly Cypress for help. A smile curls the elf's lips, grateful for the interjection and nods in agreement. "Yea, Odin really has built himself since we last saw him. Clearly he knows something about working out and training." Acacius's smile grows into an amused grin as a rather wicked thought enters his mind. "I'm sure he could help you hone your abilities when he chucks around those chairs and such during his fits. 'If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball!'" He lets out a quiet giggle, not realising that his humour may not be appreciated. "But, yea, I wouldn't mind helping you the best I can. I'll teach you all I can."
Another moment of silence passes through the trio as they all take their final bites of their meals. In the end, Acacius was only able to finish half of his salad between big spoonfuls of creamy mashed potatoes. He gives Ian an apologetic look, opens his mouth to voice his shame, but quickly stops after remembering his master's gentle scolding earlier. With a soft blush, the elf glances away while Ian pays the bill and leaves a generous tip. They all shuffle out of the booth and head towards the door with the lycan leading. Acacius almost doesn't hear his master call to Ruven when they step outside, the din of the restaurant still reverberating in his sensitive ears. The blonde furrows his brow as he watches the other elf take his place at Ian's side. He begrudgingly walks behind the two, looking off to the side and trying not to appear too salty, but he's not very good at masking his annoyance.
Of course, Acacius couldn't just not listen to Ian and Ruven's conversation. The slave's ears twitch as he focuses on his master's urgent hushed tone insisting that the raven-headed elf act as his spy and Odin's patron. There's that uncomfortable clenching in Acacius's chest again as he hears Ian desperately trying to protect his brother at all costs. A concerned frown crosses the elf's features, finding this conversation rather worrying. He's unsure if he's more upset about his master forming such a trusting relationship with Ruven so quickly, or that Ian still cares so ******** much about that piece of s**t-- Acacius shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a deep calming breath. It isn't his place to think such vulgar things. It isn't his place to tell Ian to just give up on the older Cypress. It isn't his place to push Ruven away out of jealousy. His place is by his master's side, silent, polite, nice, obedient. Nothing more.
Thus, Acacius remains silent while the two continue to converse as if he isn't even right behind them, pouting like a petulant child. He tries to not think about how Ian is pouring all of his energy into safeguarding Odin. It doesn't make any sense. That a*****e of a werewolf is nothing but trouble, and he'll drag anyone down with him that gets too close. But, the blonde doesn't need to tell his master that. Ian is well-aware of how volatile and inconsiderate his brother is. So, why is he trying so hard? He's even going so far as to disregard the law, putting himself and Ruven further at risk. Why does Ian care so much for Odin? So what if they're siblings? Acacius knows enough about the relationship between the Cypress brothers to know how abusive Odin was -- and probably still is. Blood relation means nothing if the person is toxic. The slave is both worried and frustrated; he doesn't want Ian to get hurt again, but is also annoyed at how dense his master is being. Acacius takes another slow breath, pressing his lips together in a tight, disapproving line. 'Stay quiet -- you're a slave; nothing more.'
Their reaction to his call for help was somewhat expected since he portrayed himself a bit too confidently earlier in the night. Still, he had to the resist the urge to roll his eyes at the confused look followed by the comical scene that came from the other elf. The main reason for that was because he found it ridiculous rather than amusing. Ruven would have definitely came across in a bad way if he actually reacted to what happened. It was just hard for the dark-haired elf not to get annoyed at how much lower the blonde elf was in intelligence; but he would just have to get used to it. Of course the words that spilled out of the Acacius's mouth was not helping in the slightest. After all, Ruven knew that years of training is something you can't just suddenly attain. The reason he asked was because having someone of the same race to train with would help work on his natural physical abilities much more efficiently. It wasn't like he needed to be told how to do anything; but having a like individual was important. At least the other elf seemed rather confident in his abilities.
"I see..." was all he uttered before Ian chimed in about asking his new owner for help. Honestly, it wasn't something he had considered; but of course he didn't know that Odin had grown physically from whatever he was before. Their races had different general characteristics; but he could still learn something from someone that appeared to be so physical: like Odin. At the same time it didn't seem like something he could just go up and ask the guy. Out of the three, he knew the least about Odin after all. Sure he was volatile; but there was the question of what did or didn't trigger him to go into a destructive rage. His owner was just going to be harder to deal with in general and that was all there was to it. The little joke Acacius added was definitely not funny in the slightest; but he still cracked a small smile before he spoke again. "Thank you."
It wasn't long after they left the restaurant that Ian called him to come closer--and so he did. Of course he didn't have to glance over in Acacius's direction to know that he was not pleased; but that was none of his concern. After all, Ian wanted to have an important conversation with him and that was what he was going to focus on. Even though it started off bad from the beginning, Ruven still uttered an 'okay' as if he already agreed to the terms before they were laid out in front of him. The Cypress obviously cared about his brother and would want to help him out if at all possible--at least that was the vibe he got from the guy based on their interactions so far. That's why he basically knew what was coming. The secret perks would obviously help him; but what he had to do in return was troublesome. Ruven didn't want unnecessary responsibility being bestowed onto him. Not to mention the fact that Ian was basically asking him to do something illegal. The dark-haired elf never broke the law in the past and wasn't looking to do it just to save his new owner from more jail time or something worse. In fact, the whole deal just fueled the rage that was building up inside of him. He just couldn't get over the fact that he was forced into slavery for doing nothing wrong and now he had to cover for and help someone that decided to do something stupid with his life and got caught. Apparently he wasn't even trying to get better and that was even more infuriating. Of course he didn't show any of his feelings to the other because it just wasn't going to help his situation. Ruven knew he would have to push his feelings aside in order to move forward before he got purchased and so he tried his best to prepare for it. The fact of the matter was that he was a slave and that was it. He had to do what he was told even if it seemed like he was being given an option--at least for now. That meant that he had to push his rage aside and just accept his fate. Plus, he might have had a connection to what happened to him through the brothers.
"I understand. I will try my best." Ruven kept it short and sweet. He was not going to make any promises because he had no control over his owner; but for now he was being honest. In his current situation it was probably a good idea to keep things under control if at all possible. He wasn't about to give in to breaking the law for these people and might have to use loopholes; but he would just have to figure things out as they happened. The dark-haired elf wasn't doing any of this for the people he just met though. He was agreeing to go through all this extra effort for himself. Ruven wanted information and to have a good slave experience if that was even possible with someone like Odin. All he could do was try his best to please them while working towards his own goal. Hopefully he won't stay in slave status forever. "And I appreciate your generosity." It was something he added on at the end even though Ian was really just being selfish. After all, the guy wasn't giving a phone and access to money just to be nice. He really just wanted to keep an eye on his mess of a brother.
After that unfortunate agreement, Ian seemed to focus on looking for a place to buy a phone for him. It looked like they had to get some errands taken care of now that they got food in their stomachs. Then he would probably be taken back to Odin's place. That was something he was not looking forward to--for many reasons.
LOCATION: The city streets with Ian and Acacius. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:37 pm
"I'm sure he could help you hone your abilities when he chucks around those chairs and such during his fits. 'If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball!'" Ian covered his mouth. He wasn't sure if he wanted to smile and laugh or gasp at the statement. On one hand it was ingenious. The perfect joke. On the other, that was sorta a serious concern for Ruven. The thought was just going from comedic to a crime scene where the elf had been murdered by the werewolf and was left dead on the ground. Cop cars would be all in front of Odin yanking him towards the car and the werewolf would be snarling at anyone nearby. It was ********. Ian hated it. The whole thought was so ********. "But, yea, I wouldn't mind helping you the best I can. I'll teach you all I can." Acacius pulled Ian back into reality and the lycan shook his head before nervously running his fingers through his shaggy head of hair.
Upon leaving the restaurant Ian was trotting down the street rambling away. Ruven's replies were short. He certainly got the message when they told him he needed to be more... Not do anything rash without permission first. Ian didn't mean for him to completely shut down into this robotic mode. He wasn't sure what was going through Ruven's head. A new slave? What would Ian do if he'd been in that position? He found it odd Odin would've even picked a newer one when he could've went with a safe choice. The werewolf obviously didn't put much thought into the life decision. Then again Odin wasn't exactly the thinking type. He was more of a like... Punch now and ask questions later type guy.
Ian couldn't help but keep trying to figure out why Ruven was so quiet as he got to the next shop. His cellphone carrier. Ian walked right up to the front desk and gently rested his palms against the surface in front of himself as he waited for someone to come over and help him. With a light smile, Ian nodded his head and took his credit card out holding it as he chatted with the store clerk. "I need to add a new phone to my plan." Ian already paid for his own and Acacius's. He offered to put Odin on his but his older brother ended up on his parent's plan. Ian didn't like the way his dad handed him the phone talking about Odin being on their plan as a nearly 30-year-old was pathetic. The guy had just been released from prison it's not like he can fix things over night and go back to a normal life. Then again, prior to prison he was constantly pawning and selling the phones they gave him. Ian's dad might've just been trying to protect him from having to deal with a big financial hassle if Odin started with that s**t again.
Which he wouldn't. Because this time if he did he'd be in trouble again. He'd break probation. Odin wasn't allowed to do that.
It really didn't take long for Ian to add another line. Within 15 minutes he had the new phone being started up and tested it out to make sure it worked properly. "Thanks so much." Ian told the employee as he turned to Ruven and held out the brand new phone and the charger that went with it. He paused, staring at the screen then shook his head. "Sorry, hang on." Then he went into the phone contacts and added his number before holding it out for Acacius. "You wanna add yours too? You've a lot to teach him, yeah?" He asked curiously. Ian wasn't sure if the two were serious about hanging out to do... Elf things together or not, but of course he'd let Acacius leave to meet with the other slave whenever he wanted. Ian trusted him to always come back. Acacius was his best friend after all. They needed each other.
After getting the phone, Ian figured that he'd have to return Ruven back to Odin's apartment. He couldn't really stall or prevent it from happening forever. So the lycan lead the two elves back towards the subway station and they burrowed deep beneath the city climbing down warm stairs that lead to the subway tunnels with thick air and rats slipping round the corners. Ian couldn't help but keep a gaze on Ruven. The guy was so damn quiet it was tricky to know what he was thinking. A while ago someone told Ian to watch out for quiet people. They were the types who were always plotting and planning out their next move, making sure they had a calculated approach to things so it was difficult to stay ahead of them. He didn't think Ruven would get anything out of having Odin sentenced to prison or anything but... There was no telling what could happen. Hell, just now the elf could probably blackmail Ian with that information and demand more money or something. He knew the approach he was taking to this wasn't the smartest idea he'd ever come up with but Ian didn't play a big role in his brother's life. The subway stopped and Ian got off, as he trotted up the stairs leaving the graffiti covered underground, he began to move down the last few blocks to Odin's apartment complex. This was gonna be it. Hopefully Odin was alright and had calmed down since they left.
There was only one way to find out.
End Thread.
● LOCATION City Streets. xxx● COMPANY Acacius, Ruven. xxx● FEELING Content.
