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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 12:49 pm
 ••• Honey Honey pressed himself against the cell door to keep a good view of the slave as the other sank down away from him.
The first answer to his (meant rhetorically) question—well, okay, Honey had to admit it made sense. It was a view he held as well, if forced to admit it. If there was a thing—a power, a person, a something—worth ceding his memories, whatever life he’d had before St. Vier, whatever possibilities he might have had alone in such an unforgiving landscape….it would be better if St. Vier were more than simply an egoistic man.
Honey thought that St. Vier probably wasn’t just a man; perhaps that was part of his general background of submission to the other. He hadn’t ever tried to investigate that feeling entirely. He did pray to St. Vier every night—it was a duty he’d been tasked with, but it was also not something St. Vier could possibly know he was following through with, if there was no purpose behind it.
He drooped with this realization, and pulled away from the bars at the slave’s straightforward return question to his entreaty. Why would he want the other to ask better questions—that was, to ask the kinds of questions that could actually lead to knowing weaknesses in Haven’t security? He didn’t want to think about that.
Cool fingers touched his own, still wrapped around the bars, and Honey flinched, peering up with wide eyes.
This was an easier question to answer.
”…We are not close.” it was more complicated than that of course, but that was basically how he felt. They were both part of St. Vier’s personal slave retinue, but—Honey had always felt Anselm had been treated differently.
Anselm wasn’t trained to be part of the active business that was Haven. He didn’t train slaves, he didn’t regularly feed or interact with them—all that was Honey’s job. The man rarely interacted with St. Vier in a service capacity—that was, he didn’t seem to let St. Vier ******** him, and didn’t regularly converse with their mutual master. What, really, was Anselm’s purpose here? Was it just that he was something St. Vier might link with the idea of the divine?
Honey didn’t like that.
”It’s Anselm who is meant to watch you tonight.” Was that enough of a response. He kept quiet, some of the mania draining from his responses. He felt the other understood him now, at least a little.
There was no saying how long St. Vier would be away, Anselm would be on guard while Honey was there recovering personally. There was no better opportunity. ((Pff, sorry for making your life difficult last post Ichi. I was imagining Honey like this haha))
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 7:30 pm
«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Lokeah wasn’t entirely sure what he should expect in response to such a heavy question. He didn’t know if the walls around them had ears and every second of this conversation seemed to hold some form of risk. It was scary but… this might be worth it.
The fact that this man and Anslem weren’t close was promising enough to Lokeah. Well, at least promising enough to continue pursuing a potential means of escape, even if the other male was speaking like this just to toy with him. He’d figure that out if it came to it.
For now Lokeah listened carefully when the other continued to speak, and what he said continued to curve the boy’s interest. He came closer to the bars, lifting on his tip toes to better see the other male. The tone of the other man’s voice had begun to shift back into whatever dry form it usually had, and the young god quietly questioned what it might mean.
“You don’t say.” He said thoughtfully, heart pounding in his chest with curiosity and anticipation. Then he quickly continued, the only clue to those feelings being in the rekindled shine in his eyes. “You should check the lock on this cell. Wouldn’t want the new slave to escape on your little friends shift now, would ya?”
And then he added one more tidbit in a more hushed tone. “Though I’d like to think there’s more than one caged bird in this place that could use a chance to be set free.” He left it at that.
A vague indication that if some mishap were to happen, perhaps this other man had a chance of freedom if he desired it. After all, it would be a form of thanks if Lokeah managed to escape. Anslem didn’t give him that opportunity, even with that mans supposed remorse of his situation. It was because of that Lokeah didn’t care what happened to him now. Didn’t mind using him as a sort of scapegoat.
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Who are you?: A strange but helpful man
Where: Below
Mood:curious, tired, hopeful
OOC:...
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 5:34 pm
••• Honey Confronted with the possibility of actually taking a positive step in the direction of helping a slave escape, Honey--
--He would have expected himself to hesitate. Instead, he braced a finger against the heavy locking mechanisms these initial rooms had. A bit of effort, and the lock gave a bit, tumblers moving over one another. He stopped when the lock was entirely open but the door hadn’t moved at all. Immediately adrenaline choked him, and he felt tears pricking at his eyes. He was really doing this.
He was going to die. Wild regret knotted in his throat, but after a moment he yanked the door open an inch. Too late now. He might as well continue.
Probably, St. Vier could kill him as easily as will it. Or--Honey didn’t know that, or really have any reason to think it was true. Still, it was probably true, he was sure of it.
”There is only one way out of this level” he murmured, and his voice cracked. He was full on crying now, but silently. He didn’t respond to the insinuation in the man’s words. Could he actually leave himself? He wasn’t sure he was physically capable of it. He guessed he’d see soon.
”Go up. I will be behind you. It’s better if you hold your breath. There are Kirs about.” There were bound to be, though it was unusual that he hadn’t seen any evidence of them in the last few minutes.
”Better still if you could stop your heart.” The words had the cadence of a joke, but of course he was perfectly serious. He clutched his own chest, very aware of how quickly it was beating.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 9:27 am
«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Okay, so despite being so hopeful and his desperate attempts to be manipulative to some extent, Lokeah didn’t actually think that this other man would go through with it. What part of his words had convinced the other that this way okay? And why… why was he crying? No… that wasn’t important now. What was important was the sound of the thick door opening for the first time since he was led here.
Lokeah took in these words carefully as he took in a better look of the being that stood before him. “Hold… my breath?” He questioned quietly. He didn’t entirely understand how these creatures worked but he knew this man likely knew far more than he did… so he just nod. He didn’t know how to stop his heart, nor did he know how to slow it as the adrenalin began working its way through his body. He hoped this wouldn’t become a problem if this other man was truthful to its importance.
“You better not fall behind, because I ain’t turning back.” He stated in a hushed tone, agreeing to let the other remain behind him.
Pushing past the other male, Lokeah spent a disorientating moment to remember which way he’d come from. Looking down the hallway until he caught a glimpse of the large caged area he had once found himself in. He turned quickly, his golden eyes fixating on those of the others. “Thanks man… the name Lokeah by the way.”
Then without another word the young god dashed down the hallway for the stairs. His mind was in a panic but he was on high alert, searching for any sounds of something other than the pained moans and cries of the other slaves. There was nothing worth noting, they’d make it to the staircase safely and Lokeah would slow himself as he worked his way up them. His heart was pounding violently but at the very least his breath was still. He was immortal, breathing was never something important to his bodily functions.
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Who are you?: Bascially his savior?? A sad boy.
Where: Below
Mood:hopeful, terrified, excited
OOC:...
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 1:31 pm
••• Honey ”Honey...” Honey whispered his name at the slave’s back, waiting until he was a few paces ahead before slinking along to follow. His posture was entirely dejected, and he continued crying silently as they moved toward the stairway that was the only way to the ground level of Haven from here.
Since this Lokeah hadn’t been chipped, he could move onto the stairs without setting off anything—or, Honey thought that was probably how it worked. He could be wrong. It could react to pressure, or body warmth, or—‘too late now’ he reminded himself.
The same could not be said of Honey. He was, of course, chipped, and had a more extensive version of the small pieces that were inserted into transitory slave’s necks (slaves, that was, that were to be merchandise). St. Vier would certainly know he’d passed down here, then left soon after. The door would be open.
But it was Anselm’s shift. He clung to that idea forcefully, and when they reached the stairway and the man started up, Honey moved forward to silently take the man’s arm to momentarily lead him back down again. He stopped at a basin of water St. Vier kept at the side of the steps, demonstrably dipping one hand into the water and sprinkling it at his face and neck. He had no idea if there was any real mechanism to the motion, any real reason beyond the fact that it was ritual to do so, and Honey had always done it. St. Vier did it too, and slaves that weren’t St. Vier’s didn’t, so it was possible? Then he opened his mouth in an exaggerated pose and held his breath, letting his cheeks puff out slightly to make absolutely sure the man knew that it was from this point on. He was reasonably sure the man had been doing so already, but he didn’t mind reminding him again and again and again—considering how easy it would be to breathe out a little too loud and call the Kirs to attention.
…Where were the Kirs anyway? He couldn’t sense them at all.
((Rolled 5, low mixed success. Successful in moving forward up the stairs without attracting attention or triggering an alarm, failure in no idea if the Kirs are circulating or where they might be.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 8:47 am
«Lokeah»Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?________________________________________ ____________________________________
Honey… that was a nice name, Lokeah thought, and he would have commented on it if it were an appropriate moment to do so. But it wasn’t, he knew that. It was the reason why he only simply nod and rushed away, keeping silent to avoid and suspicion from the surrounding slaves.
He had only taken a couple steps up the stairs before he felt a hand grab his arm and Lokeah gasped in fear as he looked back. Gosh had he forgotten the other man was behind him? No probably not, but for this panicked young god who had no clear idea of his surroundings it was startling.
Lokeah wanted to complain about this and it showed in the uncomfortable look that found its way to his face, but again it wasn’t the time for that. Honey had made it clear that voices and sounds in general were dangerous if Lokeah planned to escape alive… so he just gave a defeated look that looked as if he were sighing as the man went through his little ritualistic practice. He wasn’t entirely sure if this had meaning to this place… if it was something more than an odd habit that its regular inhabitants tend to partake in. Vier had done it… but did Anselm? Gosh he didn’t remember… those moments were foggy already.
In the end, he determined it was safer to follow Honey’s actions. He stepped back down and stood behind the basin, glancing up briefly at the other male before his eyes trailed back down to the liquid within it. The action was foreign to him, but he mimicked what he believed the other had done, dipping the tips of his fingers into chilled water and sprinkling it on himself in a similar fashion before looking to Honey for approval. After that he also mimicked the overly dramatic facial expressions to assure Honey he’d hold his breath and started up the stairs again in that oh so cautious manner.
[Continued in the Nave]
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Who are you?: Sad man, needs a hug
Where: Below
Mood:hopeful, terrified, excited
OOC:...
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