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 Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 11:40 am
 A long, winding hallway. In much better shape than the church above, with intermittent doors with coded symbols on each. The floor is perpetually wet, as if everything was just hosed down moments before.
Cellmates relatively close to each other can communicate to those in nearby cells--and to those outside the cells in the hallway--here.
The hallway is surprisingly resonant, and sounds carry between cells with minimal effort. Of course, this also means voices carry in general. As do other noises.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2018 7:12 pm
••• HoneyHoney wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed since he had sat himself down in front of Haven. He could track some passage of time by the sun, but the sun around Haven was partially obscured, the whole enterprise somewhat chancy due to a tendency for his mind to blank when he tried too hard to focus on any particular bit of knowledge.
He did better when he didn’t try to think so hard; when he just focused on obedience, or on particular jobs St. Vier assigned him. Even when these were more intellectual in nature, there was something in being ordered that made it more…possible. However his mind worked now, after having been with St. Vier for the parts of his life he remembered, this was the only way he knew how to be.
That was to say, he came back to consciousness some time later when his eyes had dried out, and he became aware he hadn’t blinked for some time. He did so deliberately, wincing at the rasping feel of the gesture.
Muttering to himself, he made his way back down into Haven’t belly, the picture of an unpleasant madman: limping, posture weary with the drugs he’d injected to deal with his pain, dead-eyed but speaking lightly to himself, he was likely a frightening figure.
He was halfway down one of the major corridors in the Below when he paused, standing at the juncture of hallway between the two new slaves he knew of.
‘There is no hope.’
It was true, but he found that he still regretted speaking that truth to one of the new slaves. He turned to the other one partially to absolve himself of the responsibility of following through and seeing how that slave--Zara--was doing.
He told himself he was curious what Anselm had been doing, talking to this slave with an open cage door behind him. That was at least partially true.
And so he paused outside the slave’s door, forehead and torso leaning against the weight of the door itself. Several long moments, and he rapped his knuckles against the metal of it, peering through the window. He didn’t expect a pleasant response; he knew where he was.
”Hey. What was Anselm saying to you, slave?” Not a kind introduction, but honest.
((Just tagging everyone in the general area, though Honey’s only directly interacting with Lokeah))
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 6:36 am
«Lokeah»
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It had been a good while since the boy had burst into tears, creating a wet spot in the mattress where his face dug in. Though it was long enough that he had grown tried from it. The flood of regrets and hatred for his own blind trust was growing tiring on top of the strain of his body trying to recuperate from it's pain and lack of power. His whimpers and sobs had grown almost silent and sleep was beginning to sound like the best option.
He didn't expect to hear a voice again, at least not until St.Vier felt it necessary to deal with him again, or anything outside of the disgusting sounds that echoed through the hallway. So, it was no surprise that Lokeah's heart would stop and he'd just about jump out of his skin when the loud rapping came to his metal door.
Heart pounding he looked up with bloodshot eyes. His white hair had fallen from his ponytail and draped over his shoulders as he peered up at a piece of an unfamiliar face. That was a lie. He vaguely remembered a being with similar features from his dreaded walk to this cell.
"Well aren't you a friendly one." Lokeah hissed, not ready to provide that answer. "What's it to you, what I talked about with your idiot friend?" It wasn't like he knew how to explain what was discussed even if he wanted to speak it to a stranger. His views on it were better left for a future time. At least those were his thoughts when he had no reason to trust this new stranger.
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Who are you?: No one now.
Where: Peering up at the man outside his cell
Mood:upset, tired, surprised
OOC:Apologies for the shortness! It's been a bit!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 3:03 pm
••• Honey Rather than responding to the (expected) anger and bitterness, Honey focused on getting a better look at the creature himself.
‘Pretty’ his mind offered, the simple thought the one he could best hold onto for more than a moment. And indeed, the slave -was- pretty, even with his eyes bloodshot, the color in his face affected by what had to have been a fairly long stretch of crying.
”My colleague” he corrected, voice neutral, deadpan.
”I want to know if he betrayed our master, of course. Did he rape you?” This was said in the same dispassionate voice. Rape was, of course, common here, and some previous guards--dead now--had tasted St. Vier’s merchandise before. Since members of Haven, even those who were bonded only to St. Vier and not for sale, were so isolated here, it was easy to become focused on a particular slave. It was particularly easy if you were part of the slave’s longterm training, as Honey sometimes was.
Easy, but generally fatal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 1:20 pm
«Lokeah»
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This was… interesting. Lokeah would have come to believe that the two men working under St.Vier would have either had some form of trust for one another, if feelings permit, or couldn’t care less what the other did. Yet this man seemed to hold some interesting distrust for the one who just left, even enough to go as far as to remove the tag of friendship the god bestowed on them.
Lokeah knew that if this was the case, then he’d have to be careful and try and play his cards right in the off chance that this could benefit him. “Hmmm, I’m sure I’m far too new to mean anything special that would warrant betrayal.” Lokeah started in a tired tone and then took a moment to allow himself a deep breath and stand up.
He walked over to the door and didn’t make eye contact until he grew close enough to grab one of the small bars of the window. “But why does it matter to you what Anselm did in here? You looking to get his sloppy seconds?” He asked, with no clear expression sitting on his face that would indicate whether or not he had been defiled against their master’s wishes.
More than anything right now, he just looked exhausted.
This of course… was still not the best course of action. Lokeah wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do if this man was indeed here for less pleasant reasons… yet he was just so curious about those who were obedient enough to move freely through this place. They seemed so vastly different, yet they were all trusted to some extent by their master.
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Who are you?: No one now.
Where: Peering up at the man outside his cell
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
OOC:...
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 9:47 am
••• Honey Honey had no problem following up with the straight truth, in this case.
”If he raped you, he’ll be killed” he answered matter-of-factly.
”None of us can touch you in that way.” By ‘us’ he of course meant St. Vier’s slaves, though that may not have been entirely clear from his wording.
”I would never.” This second statement was almost affronted. Not because he objected to the idea that he would take advantage of a slave—that was a reasonable assumption and he’d often had slaves he was training for St. Vier assume that he was going to rape them at some point. He only did so when ordered to, as part of training.
What he would never do was betray St. Vier. This too was not for any noble, feelings-related reason. He’d seen what happened to slaves—to customers, to friends—who did so. Combine that with the almost compulsive obedience that had been worked into his psyche over the years…
”You can take comfort from that, if you like.”ac
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 11:29 am
«Lokeah»
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‘killed’
Now that was a harsh punishment for something the god had thought of as a minor crime in a place such as this. Wasn’t that something that commonly was done to slaves after all? Then again… these were servants after all, and slaves in their own right. He didn’t know the extent that this statement would hold true, so for the time being it was the idea that a slave, of any standing, might not be able to commit such acts without severe punishment. There was the slightest bit of comfort in that. There was the slightest bit of comfort in the way this man reacted to his assumptions.
“Then find your own comfort in knowing that he didn’t, at least not yet.” Lokeah said. “He just talks too much.” As far as he was concerned, the pretty little slave that once accompanied him was better off alive at the moment. He saw more benefit in making such statements himself rather than letting a stranger do so, true or not.
He took a moment to look over the other male to the extent that he could before releasing his hold on the bar and backing away slightly. The man on the other side of the metal barrier was freaky to say the least. He had strange attributes that Lokeah couldn’t easily identify to belonging to a specific creature and it was difficult to tell what attachments to his skin were added, pierced, or natural.
Lokeah made a little leap in place and caught himself in midair with the small amount of energy he currently harnessed from the odd amount of affection he’d received from Anslem. He wanted to sit, but he also didn’t want to lose sight of this man he was now curious about, so he hovered by the door sitting cross legged.
“So… is that all you came down here for?” He asked curiously. If it was well, Lokeah had interest in keeping the other male here. Conversation even this minimal was better than sitting alone listening to whatever weird noises came from the halls.
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Who are you?: No one now.
Where: Peering up at the man outside his cell
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
OOC:...
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 1:03 pm
••• HoneyThe correct answer to the slave’s last question was, of course, ‘yes.’ Honey had no business interrogating the creature without any specific order to, and there was no saying whether Honey would be involved in the slave’s training or not. As far as he knew, the slave had nothing to do with him, except for potentially how St. Vier reacted to him.
He supposed he did still want to know about that last point. He was also vaguely aware that he was lingering, perhaps because the newly acquired slaves were generally the closest Honey usually came to interacting with someone who still had free will and did not, as yet, completely hate him.
He’d been out earlier that day, but to catastrophic effect; he wouldn’t be eager to leave Haven again for any reason. This was safer, with a door between them, the power imbalance already established.
”What was my master’s reaction to you? What has he done to you?” Even as he asked he tilted his head (careful of the antlers) to try to look the now-hovering slave over more carefully. The hovering was impressive, though not outside the realm of what Honey had seen in other slaves. Certainly a marketable trait, marketable enough that it was less likely the training the slave would undergo would focus on emptying his head entirely.
He didn’t say that part out loud; not yet. He didn’t want to get the slave’s hopes up. Honey could be wrong, after all.
”I ask to determine if I will be involved in your training. If he isn’t interested in you, I will probably train you.” Better for the other to know now rather than continue the conversation on false pretenses.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 1:38 pm
«Lokeah»
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“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?” He asked before conjuring up his answers. He didn’t mind giving away this information purely because it didn’t seem overly important to him, personally. Though he wasn’t about to outright say that he desired to keep this company for now.
Lokeah hunched over with an elbow resting on his knee and leaned his face into his hand. “His reaction… is confusing.” He said simply as he pondered the interactions throughout the day. There was such an odd mix of positive and negative aspects to his relationship with St.Vier. “He might have liked me to some extent once, I assume. Anselm seemed confused why he wanted me in his room… I kinda am too. But I think I made him unhappy.” He said, not giving out too much for details. He thought they were unnecessary to answer such a question. After all, they weren’t trying to establish a friendship here.
“If it matters… he didn’t do that thing to my neck like he did to that other guy. He seems to think I’m fragile or something.” Lokeah gestured with his hand in the other males view. To him that was almost something significant enough to think the Vier had some strange way of liking him. There was something that made him uneasy about the thought of this strange man training him compared to the already unpredictable actions of St.Veir… because surely those he didn’t have interest in were treated… poorly. Maybe. It was a bad thought.
Lokeah was certain that these little facts wouldn’t be the most helpful in determining if the other would be somehow involved further in his life in this place. Then again, could anything? It seemed as though his “master” could change his mind on subjects like these within seconds. So he asked out of curiosity himself, “So… what kind of training does that entail? Is it… worse than what he’d do himself?”
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Who are you?: No one now.
Where: Peering up at the man outside his cell
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
OOC:...
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 6:18 pm
••• HoneyA lot of questions? Honey thought about it, eyeing the hovering slave over. He supposed he did.
He was mildly surprised that the slave was talking to him at all. Had he not understood the tail end of what Honey had said? Once he’d identified himself as a trainer, most knew well enough to shut down on him, to distrust any form of communication immediately. The fact that Honey didn’t mean anything devious by it didn’t make the reaction any less sensible.
Listening to the slave’s description of St. Vier, at first Honey could only sympathize.
‘Confusing.’ That was one word for it.
But he quickly was pulled out of any wry thoughts by the slave’s next statements.
”Into his bedroom?” he repeated, the clear distance he’d been affecting shattered, at least in the moment. The look he shot the slave through the door was almost doubtful, as if he thought the other was lying.
But ‘into his room’ could mean nothing else; St. Vier’s rooms were small.
He went entirely silent when the slave followed up by saying he hadn’t placed a tracker in the other at all. He’d never heard of St. Vier doing either of these things. He didn’t know what to do with the new stimulus, and by all appearances he just--stopped for a few moments.
He wasn’t…good at processing new stimuli. Not without a general command or direction from St. Vier. He didn’t blink, or breathe, or twitch, for maybe ten seconds. Ten long seconds.
Eventually he breathed out, blinked, and responded, ”there is no one standardized training program. It’s entirely dependent on what use you’ll be put to. I don’t think you’ll be in my care.”
Some paroxysm of emotion overcame him (he didn’t entirely understand what it was; nothing kind. Why? Because he didn’t have a template for the conversation? Because it unsettled him to see St. Vier showing a new body something like favor, little as it might feel that way to the new slave himself?) that led him to follow up with some fatal advice. He leaned in close to the window, cupping his hands around the glass as if he were afraid of being overheard.
”If you really haven’t been tagged, you have a better chance than anyone else here to escape.” This was pointed out gently, as if it might not have occurred.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 11:03 am
«Lokeah»
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“Yes… or well, there was a bed there and he seemed to want to sleep.” Lokeah confirmed before the silence overtook him in an unpleasant way.
The way the man on the other side of the door became completely silent, stunned even, was troubling in more ways than one. It wasn’t like he knew of the significance of his experiences, nor did he know what the silence could possibly mean. Was it confusion? Breeding some sort of jealousy or hate?
Lokeah then reflected the silence and kept his position in the air while he watch the stunned, and perhaps calculating, man through the cracks between the bars. In this time he reflected on how Anselm acted when tasked to even bring him up there… it held a similar feeling of disbelief.
The other left the trickster god in the mystery as he continued and answered his own question rather than providing further context to the response. Despite the uncertain feelings that left, the other males answer was somewhat of a relief. He didn’t know what to expect from whatever “training” that might await him, but he had hopes that this meant something… better. Who knows?
“I can’t say that makes me feel much better… but thanks.” He replied. Offering some form of appreciation for the reasonably clear answer that was given.
He however didn’t expect the man to come closer, to act as though he had some secret to tell. It wasn’t at all a secret, but instead confirmation to Lokeah that whatever operation he had witness could somehow prevent a clean escape to some extent. He laughed lightly in response to that and humored the other by mimicking the gesture and coming closer with cupped hands around his mouth.
“You seem to think I haven’t tried[/] that.” He began. “That b*****d Anslem stopped me, just as I’m sure any of those horrid creatures (the Kirs) would.” His voice had a clear disappointment and feeling of defeat to it. He gave the sense of a creature who had lost their sense of hope in a matter that should have brought him joy…. Or something like it.
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Who are you?: A strange but helpful man
Where: Below
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
OOC:...
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 8:01 pm
••• Honey Honey felt a nervous thrill. He looked wildly around the hallway, searching for—anyone. Anselm, a Kir, St. Vier himself (!). What he was saying wasn’t actually a betrayal, since—as the slave had said—there wasn’t any kind of obvious way for the slave to escape. Honey himself certainly had no inclination to help with any effort.
Still, even pointing it out, bringing it up as an option… maybe he would be punished for this. If he were, he’d deserve it.
Why had he said that? Was this part of what his master was interested in, interested enough to pull the slave from the usual pens to his own room? Some sort of—charisma, or…something?
”Anselm stopped you, did he? Perhaps he’s not a traitor after all.” This was said rather flippantly, though in Honey’s usual, deadened tone, belying the very real, permanent consequences that would occur if anything like betrayal were brought to St. Vier’s attention.
His eyes were sympathetic as he acknowledged the near-impossibility of escaping even now. Better than those around didn’t mean the slave actually had a chance.
”It’s better if you’re resigned to your fate” he approved, and immediately wondered why he was trying to—what, provoke the slave into wanting to escape?
”It’s much easier for all of us that way.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:33 pm
«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Lokeah leaned forward as if to lay in midair with his chin in his hands instead of sitting. Not an amazing feat at as it just fell along the lines of what he’d already done. This was for comfort, not to show off. After Honey’s statement, one of his hands pulled away and swished to the side as if to brush it off.
“Believe that if it makes you feel better. Anselm around Vier and Anslem this cell were very different people.” Lokeah said. It was clear that this fact could be problematic and he honestly didn’t care what this meant for the pretty boy. Kinda deserves whatever comes to him Lokeah thought in spite over being overpowered by the other being.
Then the conversation had shift back to what was more important, to Lokeah at least. The chances of escape. With the way that the strange creature beyond the door reacted, just before referring to the comment on Anselm, it had almost seemed like this man was interested in such an attempt. That there might just be some form of hope still that it was possible… but… then he contradicted that.
“Then why would you mention it?” Lokeah asked in almost a bored manner rather than defeat. “How would it effect you if I managed to get out of this hellhole?”
There were possibilities, none that he would make evident to this other male, that involved a risky and unstable transformation attempt. The vaiables of how this could go wrong cycled in his mind as he used this other creature to, at the very least, entertain himself for the moment.
Something came to mind as he fiddled with these thoughts, when they questioned who exactly St.Vier was and how important this other male was to him. Questions about his moments spent with that horrid man.
“Do you think St.Vier really is the god he claims to be?” Lokeah asked.
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Who are you?: A strange but helpful man
Where: Below
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:13 am
••• HoneyHoney frowned, opening his mouth to correct the other. He actually wasn’t trying to discourage him; quite the opposite. He could have been more obvious, but he’d never outright encourage escape--not here in Haven, when one never knew who was listening in. Sure, it seemed that St. Vier wasn’t currently present, but how many other slaves were there? Which ones were spies? Were there any Kirs on the floor? One never knew how their senses functioned.
As a trainer under St. Vier, probably he should have known which ones were what. And he did--for those he’d trained entirely by himself. But usually there was either a mix, with Honey breaking and following through with training routines St. Vier assigned him. But the creative work, the individual touch, came exclusively from St. Vier. Honey wasn’t always, indeed was only rarely, involved in this part of the process. And so there was no saying what a particular slave’s full training entailed.
He closed his mouth again, trying to think of another way to word this.
”Would it be better if a proper god destroyed everything you are?” he tried, trying to stress the important point he was really trying to make: escape probably wouldn’t work, yes, but dying in the attempt was a better ending than staying here. It wasn’t a truth he usually offered to new acquisitions, but that was simply because every other slave he’d come across had already been their implant inserted. It would have been rubbing salt in the wound to point out that they’d found their way to one of the very worst possible ways to be.
The question of how it would effect him was more puzzling. He’d just been thinking about punishment, but--would he be punished? If this slave escaped under his watch…but it wasn’t technically his watch. He’d returned to Haven late, and hurt. It was Anselm’s watch, and he wasn’t here.
The question was too difficult for him. He could feel his mind starting to lock around it, and shook his head sharply to deny an answer to it. He leaned closer, lips against the bars.
”Ask better questions. …” Taking a risk, he added,
”Ask about what will happen to you first.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 12:44 pm
«Lokeah»
Captured||Trickster God||Wanna Play?
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Needless to say, Lokeah’s inner conflict wasn’t improving with each word that this man said, but he was running out of time to make a clear decision on the subject. An uneasiness was beginning to set in as he processed the almost cryptic way the other male responded, and he sank from his floating position. His shoes tapped lightly as they hit the floor of the cell and Lokeah moved only as close to the small barred window as he felt comfortable doing.
He would answer the question literally with loose intent saying, “If I had a choice… yes. At least then it would make some form of sense.” Did it really? Probably not. He just liked the concept of it more, in a sense. Though of course he would prefer to keep who he was intact.
This answer did however mask his understanding. An understanding that he was beginning to realize he’d been missing, when he reflected over previous words. Those words weren’t a suggestion to just give in like others were forced to. No, it was a test to see what he’d do and the most subtle of suggestions that he should try something. Maybe he should… would it change anything?
These were the thoughts that would go through the young gods mind as he watched what he could see of the others face through the bars. He seemed… troubled? Perhaps that was the word. Perhaps not. It got Lokeah into thinking why the other would have reacted this way to such a simple question. Why he would avoid an answer entirely and point out that the young gods questions were particularly simple and dull.
“Why ask that? How would you know what would happen to me beyond these walls?” Lokeah asked. He had no knowledge of this man’s position in Haven after all. That some slaves were allowed to leave if St.Vier willed it for something more than to be sold. But now, these weren’t better questions either. They didn’t help him escape. He paused for a moment in thought to gauge the variables in this.
Lokeah came close now, hands coming up to lightly grasp the bars (Or touch honeys hands if they're there /hit) as he whispered. “How close are you to Anselm? Would you betray him?”
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Who are you?: A strange but helpful man
Where: Below
Mood:curious, tired, unsure
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