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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:08 am
This RP may end up involving lots of people, but it's going to start with Fenrir and I.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:53 am
Viecada was in the capital recently. While she was there, she heard rumors that made her stick around and investigate; they turned out to be true. She was one of the first women to find out about a new way to test breeding stock and women alike (besides government officials). This test involves a tuning-fork type object being passed over the body, which causes any magical bits to vibrate/resonate. This material had been known to the government before, but had not been safe to use on living matter until now. Now, they can pass this thing a few inches over a slave's body and learn whether or not he's got the magic gene-- the same with females who don't appear to have magical ability, but probably carry the genes.
This discovery was held in secret until the government could vote on laws to go along with it. The breeding faction is in a panic over the new laws, which both further their cause and take beaurocratic power from them. Now, with this test, any tested male and any tested female can know whether or not they may have a child. This law is called the "Pre-approval" law in legal short hand. Since it is so new, this test is relatively expensive and must be done by a professional.
Viecada, as an amibitious slave trader, would have gotten her certification and one of the tools immediately. She can now perform a new service that few others can, and it goes along with the slave trade business. Would you like your potential buy tested first? Just pay an extra fee!
Now, Viecada has gotten along pretty well with Isabel and Marean. They may not be her biggest buyers in the sense of quantiy, but they probably are in the sense of Viecada's earnings per slave bought. This is because of the specific nature of their requests, which happen to include fair-bodied slaves which are more expensive (profit-turning) to begin with. Viecada is also aware that they run a vacationing resort, and that a good number of the women who vacation there not only take intimate pleasure with the slaves but put in requests for children. Sometimes women even come back to Eldic Estates once they have approval, to follow through. Eldic Estates is not the only compound like this, but it is the one that Viecada has the best relationship with.
And that is why she has come there at present. Isabel and Marean certainly would appreciate the news from the capital and will want to use Viecada's certification immediately. They have shown in the past that they are not afraid to pay more to keep up the quality of their slaves. It could be a win-win situation.
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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 3:14 pm
Viecada was approaching the compound at a leisurely place, surrounded by a procession of select slaves chosen to make her look powerful. They were rather muscular young men, and she enjoyed looking at them from time to time. She had chosen to bring Abwyviel along, as well, since she needed someone to keep the slaves in check when she was busy.
She reached the gates to the compound, and removed herself from the sedan chair she was riding (It would be improper to walk when one had slaves as she did). "Abwyviel, when I am talking to the matrons, I want you to make sure that the slaves are all decent and not embarrassing us. These are rather wealthy and favored clients, so breaches in protocol are not to be tolerated here." Her words sounded like honey, yet their message and her demeanor were rather frosty in themselves. She waited to be addressed by the sentries of the compound and given admission.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 7:06 pm
Abwyviel followed her mistress a little behind her and to the left, silent as usual. She looked around the compound as they went, always curious and intent. Though she had been here once or twice before, there were a couple differences in the compound's scenery, such as a new coat of paint on a certain stable or a newly planted row of hedges that hadn't been there last time.
In response to Viecada's warning, she murmured her ascent and shot a stern glance behind her at the slaves. Surely they had heard the mistress's words, and the girl's glare let them know they would be punished for disobeying. Then she continued glancing around her, taking everything in while trying to keep an eye on the slaves at the same time. Since the slaves in the procession were specially chosen, however, she was sure there wouldn't be any trouble at all.
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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 6:15 am
Marean recieved them formally, first with slaves that helped them to their nicely furnished guest rooms. The slaves were also there to supliment their own for their stay there. They had the advantage of knowing where things were in the House, so they could send messages to retrieve them quicker. But Marean only gave them a few, four, so as not to insult the slaves that they had brought.
Abwyviel and Viecada were given adjoining rooms/a suite in the main House. That means that they were not with the other visitors, but in a place of honor, like close family, but not on the same floor as Marean and Isabel.
After surveying their rooms and freshening up, the two ladies were expected to join Marean and Isabel for a meal. They would be shown the way by two of the slaves Marean provided (not that they didn't know already), but Isabel would be late.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 10:29 am
This didn't take Viecada very long. She was prepared to meet them almost immediately, only taking a little time to prepare herself. She had business she wanted to attend to immediately, and this made her anxious to reach their clients. As soon as Abwyviel had prepared herself, she bade the slaves to take them to the dining hall where they would meet Marean, and later Isabel.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 11:24 am
(feel free to make up crap about the room, customs, the world.... xd )
Marean was standing at the head of a short table, waiting for them. This room was used for dining with trusted others, kind of like the adult table at a picnic. The "kid" table was much bigger, used for vaguely liked relatives and visitors that Marean didn't really want to talk to. It was also in another room.
That didn't mean that this room was particularly small, though; there were large paintings and wall hangings and space for sculptures designed to look like plants. Most things had a rosy pink over tone to them, to make the marbled pink table and the red wood floor. The ceramic and glass-blown plants stood on stands built into the wall like reverse corners. None of it was meant to be particular ostentatious. In fact, there were paintings, hangings, etc. that were actually more expensive in the "kid" version of this room. But the personal dining room was just that-- more personal. It showed taste more than wealth, although nothing was exactly inexpensive.
Marean herself was in a simple light purple dress that reached the floor and was topped by an equally simple necklace with a light silver chain and a drop-shaped purple gem. She curtsied at the two and gestured for her servants to pull out the chairs. Other servants were already setting the food, but as soon as her two guests had sat, the servants seemed to vanish. This was arranged to be a private conversation. Perhaps Isabel was not here on purpose.
"Welcome, Viecada. Please make yourself comfortable. I hope you are both doing well? I heard that you had news for me, and I wasn't sure what to think of it. Has some one died?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 12:08 pm
Viecada curtsied i return as she came in the room, and gracefully sat herself in one of the chairs, crossing one leg over the other, both hands delicately in her lap. She smiled to Marean, her thin lips pulled taut over her teeth, giving her the feel that she might bite if a hand got to close. "Come now, dear, don't be so morbid. If someone had died, I wouldn't have come personally, I don't believe we have any common aquaintances that are so important to the both of us that would warrant such a thing. Well, rather, me to come to you, as any that would be so important, you would learn of first." She was referring to Isabel specifically, but didn't say as much.
"No, my dear Marean, what I have is far more joyous. I came upon something rather recently that i'm sure you will find to be quite thrilling news. It is something which will revolutionize the entire breeding scene, and between you and I, I think it's going to be us who begins the new trend. That is, if you're interested in ensuring matings produce magical children." She dropped her gaze at this and carefully studied her fingernails in a disinterested way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:09 am
Marean had already been sitting up straight, but somehow her back got straighter. "You know our main business is in breeding, Viecada. And you also know that we have the money to indulge in a few half-baked ideas now and again. I assume this is why you came to us."
Marean was remembering when foriengers from the east had caused a stir, claiming that they could tell the difference between a man who had magic in him and a man who did not. It turned out, in the end, that they meant they could tell which men were the wild, interesting sort and which were dull, broken in spirit. But she was still excited about the news. Viecada was careful about this sort of thing, and since it came from the capital, it might just be true. "I'm sorry that my daughter is late, but I'll be sure to fill her in on any details she missed." That meant Viecada should go ahead and spill the beans!
Technically, Marean still held the ultimate key to the estate. Just because she had trusted her daughter to run much of it virtually on her own did not mean that it was hers yet. Viecada would be perfectly right in telling Marean without Isabel here, now that she had been pressed to do so. But if she meant to be friends with the upcoming ruler of the compound, she had better make sure that the news got to Isabel after this.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:49 pm
"Half baked is hardly what this is. Certainly it's not fully realized yet, but the basis is quite sound, I assure you. It just needs a bit of fine tuning." She leaned in a little, a thin smile on her lips, and a gleam in her eyes. "This isn't even a risk. It's a sure thing already." She leaned back in her chair, far more relaxed than Marean.
While she was aware Isabel wasn't there, she hadn't been concerned about waiting for her or not, honestly, though she might have drawn the conversation out in pretense of waiting just for her own amusement to watch Marean try and wheedle the secret out of her. But alas, she was being too straightforward, and any attempts at being coy would not be well recieved. That in mind, she brought the 'tuning fork' out from where she had it concealed, though she did it with such an act of legerdemain that it was quite difficult to tell exactly where she had been keeping it.
"This device here, Marean. It will allow us to detect the magic gene. It's that simple. A mere wave over the body, and we know what we need to know! Of course, this isn't the first stage of its evolution, dear no." She rambled on, trying to answer a few questions before they were asked. "After all, the origial version was rather volatile and had an effect of killing the slaves. They made it much safer now."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 1:39 pm
Isabel sat back in her chair. She was in a bit of shock, absorbing these details. Testing slaves for the gene was something unheard of since her mother was a child and the method's they'd had failed horribly. It had been a hoax back then, and most reasonable people had given up on the idea completely.
She held her hand up to her face, her fingertips touching her lips as they parted thoughtfully. "How many... How many of these exist?" she said once an intelligent question had risen above the rest to claim the conversation. "How long does it take?" came in at a close second.
A servant came to set plates of deliousness in front of them. Marean loved food, and she loved what her cook managed, but right then she was too distracted to even glance at it.
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