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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 15:59:24 GMT -6
 Aodh Open Faction Thread Chapter VII Journal Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: Three months after the worst of the riots, there are still many areas of Valore left in shambles. The marketplace took the brunt of the violence, establishments, roads, and even homes marked by obvious damage. Without the labor force that the Aodhians so often took for granted, a week of restoration has been scheduled - the first time in Valore’s history that citizens will come together to rebuild. There’s an almost strange sense of community in the air as the first day gets underway, and you can’t help but feel your spirit lift a tiny bit as children run underfoot, ‘helping’ where they can, and singing drifts from the nearby Sanctum. Location: Valore (Commons District) Time of Day: Morning Current Weather: Sunshine This thread is open to Aodhians only!
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 4, 2019 0:13:56 GMT -6
 
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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They knew that they couldn't do very much to genuinely help with the reconstruction and restoration. How could they when they couldn't even see their own two hooves? But Tiresias insisted to their attendants that it was their duty to go out and offer assistance where they could. And the Palasa Flamen decided that the way they would help would be by wandering the streets with the aid of Rona, Omar's daughter, who they often watched, and handing out cooling herbal drinks and small baked goods that they and the attendants had prepared once the announcement of the scheduled restoration came out.
Dressed in the most minimal of their Flamen attire, wearing only the necklace of leaves and flowers, their bridle, and a few candles balanced on their horns, Tiresias carefully walked about the streets with two attendants in tow, all of them carrying baskets of cooled, bottled herbal tea. Their pygmy dragon, Amata, sat curled about their neck, nesting in the flowers and leaves that made up their neck decoration. Ears twitching and flickering at the sounds of construction and children running about. Omar's daughter, the unicorn foal, hovered near their side, hooves clopping happily while they trotted alongside the Flamen, carrying her own basket filled with cookies.
Ears again twitching, Tiresias heard the sound of one of the cookie wrappers being opened. "Rona," They said, slowing their pace slightly. They heard a small noise in response, though it was quite muffled. Someone had their mouth full. "You do know those are for the equines working, right, Rona?" Tiresias said with a slight hint of amusement in their tone, one ear twitching back to listen to one of the attendants handing out a few bottles of the tea.
A muffled reply came back, only for a moment, and then the young voice of the unicorn replied,
"I am working! We all deserve it, we're helping too!" She protested.
And then Tiresias heard another crunch. They sighed softly. "Only that one, Rona, alright? Omar would be most displeased if he returned to you sick to your stomach."
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2019 0:43:57 GMT -6
Hancock
Commoner
.You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
  
x | x Hancock hummed softly as he worked at a particularly large group of rubble, a collection of polished stone and wooden supports that had used to be a cafe of some sort, evident by the shattered remains of porcelain that lined the bottom of the wooden rubbag cart. He had been working early, doing his ‘duty to the city’ as Adler had put it, hmpf well. It was a break from punching people in the nose that was for sure. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, smoke lazily drifting from his nostrils as he inhaled and held the taste, ignoring the urge to cough from the debris that laid around him.
His ears twitched at the sound of the other workers around him, the children running amok and the distant chanting of the Flamin’s choirs, eerie in more ways than one. Hancock begun to hum his own tune, mind indulged in the work.
“Little hope,” His voice was low, half mumbling the words around his cigarette. It was an old song, one his Mamae had used to sing.
“Sprung from necessity,” Pick up a piece, heave it over. Rinse and repeat
“Sing a song of fire,” Man, he needed a hard drink.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 4, 2019 2:23:00 GMT -6
CAMIELLERuby had left town, travelling to Bloom by train. She'd been told that much, and entrusted to keep the house tidy and enjoy her time off. Her time as a labor slave had stripped all the energy from her, but when she heard of the opportunity to help tidy the aftermath of the riots she couldn't have sat at home. She had nothing to do. She'd finished the bulk of her chores the previous day, and would've ended up ambling around the city by herself otherwise. Maybe if Alya willed it, she would bump into someone she knew. Gods she hoped she knew someone there. She chewed her lip as she drew closer, eyeing the smoking equine nervously. He hummed quietly to himself, and she picked her way around him, her eyes focused on the stone and rubble beneath her. Picking out a spot not too far from the main group of equines, she chanced a glance at him, fins pinned to her side as rubble was thrown aside. Hopefully no-one would get in the way. WC: 175 | Post #1 |
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jan 4, 2019 9:39:01 GMT -6
Reija Aodh | Smuggler
The morning sunlight lay across her greying coat as Reija made her way to the merchant's district.
She had disregarded the call to help evacuate Aodh's northernmost city because, quite frankly, she could do so much more help here. There were also bound to be servile slaves around, meaning that she could establish connections to help free them if they were seeking escape. She would have to be careful in such a busy place, but Reija had the experience many smugglers lacked.
Her aged joints creaked only slightly as she neared the work effort, a smile on her lips in greeting to those around her. Her mane was braided up - something Fumio has been happy to help with this morning - and flowers ornamented it.
The Flamen of Palasa was present with a small child. She recognized him from his glassy blue eyes and the candles that balanced on his dual horns. He and a few attendants appeared to be providing refreshments for those working while a tune drifted from the nearby sanctum.
She passed him with a greeting as an attendant handed her a bottle.
"May the sun shine on us today, Flamen Tiresias."
His necklace of flowers and leaves responded to her as she came near; her blessing causing the flowers to bloom fully. Reija offered a warm smile to the child that accompanied him, her little cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk with her mouth full of pastry.
In the city of Valore, it's impossible to know everyone, and therefore the aged friesian mare didn't recognize the scarred palomino holding a cigarette between his lips or the little hippocampus that worked beside him wearing a slave bridle. She approached to help them and realized that they both hummed a quiet tune. For aodhians to seem happy about physical work struck her as quite odd... but perhaps the change was a necessary one.
Commoners and slaves working together, what an interesting concept. Reija thought to herself.
She bid them both good morning and got to work, carrying the smaller pieces of debris and broken plaster to a cart for the rubble.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 4, 2019 13:40:07 GMT -6
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"Kid, get off the ground.
Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting."
Their master -- no, Elune -- was somewhere. Hopefully far enough away from them that they might be able to get something done. It had been decided that their talents would be more help here than aiding with the evacuation -- their strength and size easily able to move and shift things around as they so pleased.
They passed by a few different faces; taking note of each and everyone as they walked by, pausing just in time to narrowly miss the chance of trampling a group of children. Snorting, golden eyes cut in the direction they scurry off into, they could have crushed them if they hadn't been paying attention.
Gunvor grumbled underneath their breath, finding a nice spot to begin their work -- making quick quick work of heaving a few pieces of rumble here and there with little to no effort on their part. Why did it seem they couldn't catch a break from doing hard labor? Having decided they were satisfied with the work they had done in their small area, Gunvor moves forward -- golden eyes recognizing a Hippoampus in the distance.
A friendly face was a welcomed one.
Trudging forward, they close the gap quickly. If they noticed the scarred palomino or the elderly black mare, they didn't show any signs of it -- their attention fully on the younger Slave. Picking up a few pieces, they don't say anything in particular at first -- not anything or extreme important -- only a soft grunt of 'hello Camielle' before returning to work.
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 4, 2019 15:38:21 GMT -6
Elune
Aodh - Artisan
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"Why did i even agree to this?" This sentence has crossed for the tenth time today while she was picking up small pieces of rubble.
When she heard about the city seeking volunteers to rebuild the Commons district in Valore, she thought of not going. It was a job of labor slaves, not citizens. But as the commissions for her artwork had slow down, she had fallen into an art block. Every single brush of her paintbrush looked wrong in every aspect. So instead of laying in her bed drinking chamille tea, she thought she might as well try to help. But she wasn't going to do much. If even a single piece of rubble will hit her anyway, she is going home and no change about it.
And so there she was, picking up tiny pieces of rubble. She has been 'helping' for more than an hour or so, but it looked like almost nothing has changed. And the constant complaining of the hippocampus also wasn't a joy to listen to.
But suddenly she heard behind her sanctum attendants. With a quick headturn, she saw the flamen of Palasa, Tiresias, and two sanctum attendants. Happiness overthrew as she saw the platter of tea and cookies. Quickly she trotted to them, saying a quick greeting before snatching a cup of tea.
Thank Ignacio this is absolutely what she needed after the amount of work she did.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 4, 2019 16:21:47 GMT -6
   "Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene A day off? Really, they had never heard such a thing. Ever since they had been acquired to serve under house Bradene, Cody had been busying themselves with menial tasks and duties given to them by their master. In their free time, they either roamed the grounds, seeking to acquaint themselves with their new surroundings, or shut themselves up in their quarters, gussying themselves up in the mirror and practicing their speech. As Eminent Sonya's newly appointed personal attendant, they had made it a personal goal to make themselves appear presentable.
Today however, was different. Rather than tend to her side like they so often did, Cody was instructed to run a few small shopping errands for their master: to pick up ine and a finished gown, just completed by a commissioned tailor. Delighted at the opportunity to see if they could visit their old masters, they combed their mane and fashioned themselves with a nice bridle before heading out for the morning. Cody carried themselves with a proud and elegant stride, their tail feathers fanned out and wings hugged tightly to their back as they trotted for the Commoner's District.
Now Cody was a quiet horse, rarely ever to speak in public unless spoken to. They were keen on completing their errands before the afternoon, but with the particular liveliness about this area of the city, they couldn't help but be a little distracted. In the wake of the riots that had ripped up the streets, and slaves like themselves being thrown onto the scaffolds to repair the damage, the people of Aodh were particularly optimistic today. That put a bit more pep in their step. Despite the brand on Cody's neck, they felt they were a part of this community, and it was working closer together than it ever has before.
They slow the step in their gate, and smile as they pass through the growing crowds.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 4, 2019 21:50:21 GMT -6
Jove
Pit-fighter
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Jove blinked sourly in the brilliant rays of light filtering down onto the busy streets below and raised a leg to shield his eyes. He turned away until the black spots in his vision faded, though the dull ache in his head did not subside. How had he forgotten the restoration week started today?
He'd been on his way back to Evalynn's house after leaving for an early morning errand and drink for himself from her sister's casino- to make the day pass faster- when he found himself lost on some of the winding streets snaking between unfamiliar homes. In truth he had been wandering, not yet wanting to return to his master's home while willing the streets to bring him somewhere unfamiliar. He had not known Evalynn for long and the route back to her house was not yet in stone, especially after a drink.
Naturally his confusion had attracted the attention of a pair of chevaliers. Only with polite reassurance, as he bit back the irritation rising in his throat, did he convince them he was trying to find his way to help with the restoration under his master's orders. It was the first thing that came to mind and the fastest way out of jeopardizing himself or Evalynn.
And so he had arrived to the scene of many commoners joyfully chatting, singing, and working as one- Jove had watched the scene with some amazement before a quiet snort of laughter escaped him. How could any of it be joyous? It only reminded him of the other streets he'd been forced to repair during that month as a labor slave.
A nearby horse grinned jovially at him, and the expression surprised him enough that he bumped into another stranger passing beside him, spilling some of the rocks they'd been carefully carrying over to a still cart. "M' bad. Do you need help with that?"
Better to not start the day off by angering any citizens.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 5, 2019 1:59:28 GMT -6
AZEL
Azel had not been exactly allowed in to help, but that hardly mattered. Very few could claim to have said no to the young bastard, and have it stick. And so, when mother’s eye and mind was elsewhere, and Geremia and Iscah were not there to be boringly reasonable at him, Azel had taken off, easily finding his way through the Districts to the site of the destruction. He had not been allowed to go see it before – for reasons that would be obvious to anyone except Azel himself – and so he was quite excited to see such a mess, and so many horses trying to fix it.
His escape had not been perfect, however. Damian had followed him out, probably on Geremia’s orders, and passing through the city he had also attracted the attention of a familiar Sanctum Attendant, who had joined Azel’s private convoy of aprons.
Still, he was here, and he was free.
With so many people already gathered, Azel tucked his wings tight and lurched into the crowd, trying his best to lose his escort in the process.
He spotted the familiar legs of Hancock some distance off, but decided going to him would be too obvious. Instead, he tucked and weaved between the crowd towards a pleasant smell, and soon emerged in front of a unicorn with a basket of cookies.
“Hi!”, Azel greeted them eagerly, observing with great curiosity their pale, glassy eyes, and the wreath of plant life.
“Can I get cookies too?” he asked, noticing that there was a child younger than him with this unicorn, and that the child had cookies.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 5, 2019 2:07:54 GMT -6
DAMIAN
Damian had been sent to take care of Azel – well, more like take care Azel didn’t get himself hurt or disturb the rebuilding effort too much – but what he really wanted to do was help with the reconstruction. He loved Aodh and seeing her damaged hurt his heart.
He had felt more connected to his homeland lately, so any opportunity to aid was welcomed. Trotting after Azel in his slave bridle, he also wore a beautiful breastplate decorated with fabric holding the insignia of the House Soleil, a clear sign to Chevaliers that he should not be bothered too much.
A Sanctum Attendant he knew by sight but not by name had joined their group somewhere in the Commons district, but Damian hadn’t had the chance to properly greet her when they both tried their best not to lose Azel.
Still, the moment they arrived at the site, Azel vanished into the crowd.
“Azel? Azel please, this is not funny!”, Damian hollered after the child, and then shot an apologetic look at the Attendant: “Perhaps I could bother you to? I… I think you might be better at smoothing over any, uh, mischief our young ward might cause.”
Looking slightly winded, Damian eyed his surroundings more properly. He didn’t really recognize anyone, but he did know the other slaves by their attire and wondered if he should approach them.
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Post by kruuja on Jan 5, 2019 8:45:51 GMT -6
VIS
"Hm? Oh. Oh, of course!" Vis turned to look at the pleading hippocampus, her attention snapping back to the present in an instant. Seeing the damage caused by the riot in person seems to have caught her off guard once again, its horrors still relatively fresh on her mind. Such a horrible night it had been for her family. For every citizen of Aodh, but it was in the past now and an apologetic smile was quick to settle on the unicorn's lips. Promptly Vis proceeded to further reassure Damian before taking a step, then another towards the direction Azel had ran off to: "Be at ease, foals will be foals. I'll go get him."And a slave is a slave. No matter how hefty their price tag is or how refined their mannerisms are, the unicorn thought to herself as she navigated the still growing crowd. Damian's hooves were figuratively tied, understandably, but much to Vis' relief she didn't need to search for long for the missing pegasus child. A jovial voice piped nearby, soon accompanied by a scent of freshly baked cookies as the Attendant trotted closer. On her way she had seen a familiar figure of yet another hippocampus from the corner of her eye, but in her hurry Vis didn't stop to take another look at the mare. Probably one of the more regular visitors at Fernos. "My, what you've got there?" The unicorn hummed as she slowed to a full stop, looking at the spotted foal with her head slightly tilted to the side. Her gentle smile grew ever so slightly as she noticed the Flamen. Nor her Flamen, but Tiresias of Palasa was nonetheless easy to recognize by their beautifully carved horns and calm demeanor. Leaving the wrapped cookies be, she greeted them and the other Attendants with her regular, outward cheerfulness: "The sun shines on you ever so brightly, honored Flamen." Her tone softened as she added, turning her gaze back to Azel: "I hope this little lord here wasn't in the way of your work?"
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 5, 2019 11:34:18 GMT -6
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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Tiresias shook their head lightly, following Rona's little hoofsteps. She was occasionally a handful, but she was also acting like a pair of eyes for them, along with their attendants and of course, Yue, their true seeing eye slave, was assisting them. Ears pricking, Tiresias turned their head ever so slightly towards the speaker of the greeting, dipping their head in response. "Agreed, dear one, Ignacio bless you with a fire in your heart, and Kaia grace you with strength in your legs." They responded with a soft smile. They felt the flowers around their neck shift and swell. Ah. A blessing. He appreciated it.
Rona pricked her long ears, smiling at the mare, despite her full cheeks. "Hi!" She said through the cookie before continuing on.
Tiresias again dipped their head as a farewell before following Rona once more. They liked hearing the sounds of construction. It was such an odd concept to see Aodhians being so selfless, coming together in such a time to do manual labor. But one they liked nonetheless. Once more the Flamen heard approaching hoofsteps, and returned the quick greeting to the Artisan. It felt good to offer aid to others. Not in the most direct way, but one that was appreciated. This is why they enjoyed being Flamen, to help others in whatever way they could.
Rona stopped, her ears flicking at the new young colt in front of her. She swallowed the last of her cookie, looking to her basket, then back at Tiresias. "Shhhh, here, take one," She picked one up and handed it to him. "Flamen 'Sias can't see. I don't think you are helping, and these are for helpers, but Flamen 'Sias won't see the cookie go missing!" She grinned widely, showing off her tiny crystal fangs and a gap in her teeth right in the center.
Tiresias of course could hear Rona whispering. She wasn't terribly subtle. But the Flamen just shook their head and said nothing, smiling lightly. Children would be children. They looked up at the new voice, turning their head slightly. Dipping their head, they returned the greeting, "The sun smiles on you as well, dear child," They tilted their head slightly towards the sound of the children. "Oh no, they seem to believe they can share cookies without my knowing simply because I cannot see. But these are treats to be shared. It is not an inconvenience for one or two to go missing." They laughed softly. |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 5, 2019 14:52:47 GMT -6
Hancock
Commoner You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
x | x Not completely lost in his song, Hancock flicked an ear and turned his head towards the mare that had joined him in his spot of rubble. He offered her a toothy smile no thanks to the scar above his lip, eyebrows raised nonchalantly as he went back to work. He nodded his head in greeting as another older mare joined them, wondering what the both of them did in their day to day lives. He could see the dragon insignia sure, but he wondered what kind of owner she had, where they were and the such. Hancock hummed still, eyes drawn back to his work as he inhaled sharply and let the smoke filter from his nostrils slowly once again, enjoying the sting in the back of his throat.
Glancing around, Hancock smirked as he noticed a Flamin making the rounds, children running underfoot of the plainly dressed holy priest. It must have been strange, watching everyone work together but Hancock had never owned a slave, had never thought of it and so it was as if he was working with other commoners. Rank didn’t matter now, not when they were trying to clean up their city. Stopping for a moment, Hancock used his rum red teke to hold his cigarette and flick the ash, looking to the elderly mare and those around “Wonder what the newspapers are going to say about this, ‘m sure they’ve got some fabulous title for the front page,” he joked, smiling lopsidedly “Name’s Hancock.”
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 5, 2019 15:26:38 GMT -6
It wasn't all that uncommon for Fumio to fall behind a touch when he went out with someone else. The old stallion was used to going his own pace, and was so easily distracted. Often he would stop to observe and only look up when he remembered Reija herself was with him. Then he would pick himself up and carry on after her. Personally, Fumio was a bit bothered being in the wreckage of the riots. He had avoided seeing most of the actual destruction, as he was shoveled into the Dark District during the whole scene. The rubble was confirmation of the violence... and confirmation that only a short time ago he was living as a true slave. The thought began consuming him, until luckily Reija stopped to talk and Fumio distractedly bumped into her back hip. Not that his flighty body did much to disrupt her strong frame. The Breimian looked up and then down again, avoiding eye contact with the blind Flamen as Reija greeted them. It was not hard for Fumio to play the role of a docile servile slave... in fact his etiquette from home was ominously similar to the expected behavior of a good servile. Quietly he followed after Reija as they got to work. He paused a moment to look at the amount of work to be done, and sighed. A flower that was woven around the straps of his bridle started to fall into his face. Fumio's teke pushed it back and he looked at his companion... realizing again that he had fallen a step behind her. Scooping some stone he went after her. He only made it a few steps before, while adjusting his glasses, he walked straight into Jove. "D-Deepest apologies!" Fumio stuttered.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jan 5, 2019 22:52:49 GMT -6
Reija Aodh | Smuggler
The teke-full of rubble crumbled into the cart with a satisfying sound. She couldn't move too much of it at a time, but something was better than nothing.
"I'm rather interested in seeing what they come up with myself," Reija replied to Hancock's jest with an aged smirk. "May we turn our faces to the sun today, Hancock. My name's Reija and... " she glanced around for her feathered companion, "...that's Fumio."
He had appeared to have bumped into someone, a sable champagne with a badger-face, it appeared. Though her heartbeat rose in her chest, Reija reminded herself that Fumio would be alright. Though he bore a slave bridle (an accessory Reija completely loathed to see hung across his features), his relation to her was far from his appearance today. He wasn't a slave to her, though his disguise hid him in plain sight.
"Are you okay, Fumio?" Reija kept her voice carefully level, blue eyes meeting him. "He's still adjusting to life as a servile after having worked as a labor slave for so long, you see," Reija addressed Hancock again with a swivel of her ear and a slight tilt of her head, never taking her eyes from Fumio.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 5, 2019 23:17:59 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene Blissful and complacent as a tame pigeon, Cody was content to observe the bustling crowd as they passed by, carrying a slow and graceful gait as they continued to balance their belongings and a purse of change on milky painted flanks. They would keen their head upwards and search the crowd for familiar faces, for as far as it stood, none of these horses looked familiar to them. If not see their old masters, then perhaps they might find a fellow housemate. But alas, Amon was out running other errands for Eminent Sonya, and Rhen, likely still in her quarters. Oh well, they figured. They had chores to finish.
They were to continue a casual saunter up to the marketplace, at least, that was their intention, had not a duo of young foals, likely no older than half their age, swooped past them and caused them to lift their hoof in alarm. A slave must always step aside for their superiors, they mused. Cody, you silly fool! But this minor misstep is not their only error, and only moments later their ears flattened in horror when they heard the loud trickle of spare coins slipping from their purse.
Dimwit! Okay, okay, it's fine. I can fix this. As they cursed at themselves in their thoughts, the young teenager stooped down and tried to gather as much of Sonya's fallen coins as quickly and calmly as possible with pied wings, while hiding the embarrassment flushing on their face. They had practiced the art of a calm facade, and it is hard to see the fright in their eyes. A simple mistake like that could make a laughing stalk out of the Bradene house, and they would be ruined! Surely no one has noticed, right?
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 6, 2019 3:59:53 GMT -6
Y U EFemale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
There was so much happening around her. The little bell that chimed around her neck with each stepped seemed to be singing constantly as she did her best to keep up with Tiresias and Rona. She watched with overwhelmed and nearly frightened eyes as they handed out refreshments and paused to converse with those around. Lips and tongue worried the bit between her teeth, her sides packed with refills and baked goods to take the space of those in the attendants teke when they ran low. Wings remained tucked away, unclipped because of good behavior, trying so hard not to flail them should something arise to startle her. Which... Would probably happen anyways.
She kept herself tucked to Tiresias's side, doing what she could to help them walk amongst the ruble and debris while those around her worked. Coming to a stop as her master did, Yue was able to finally get her barrings within this setting. Children seemed to scamper under hoof and those needing a refresher came forward. There was so many though and Yue felt crowded and overwhelmed. Throat let out a small whimpering like noise, taking a few steps back to not be so forefront with the masses. That was until she heard an accent she had not heard in years.
Briemian? Head lifted, the bell chiming with soft alarm as large zebra ears swiveled forward and back. Another pegasus, with hues of blue as well, caught her eye. But first... She had a small job to do. Seeing that Tiresias would be stationary for some time, the mare moved slowly towards were Fumio and Cody seemed to be. "R-refreshments?" She asked softly, eyes flickering over the two, seeing as Cody scampered and struggled to pick up the coins. With a frown, Yue slowly knelt to aid him. "Breathe young one. No one is here to steal today." Offering a soft smile, the pegasus used her lips to gently lift coin after coin and deposit them back into his satchel. The sense of community was slowly giving Yue the security she needed to at least socialize a touch. Just a touch mind you.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 6, 2019 4:10:49 GMT -6
AZEL
Azel gave an unusually appreciative look at Rona and giggled as he took the cookie she had handed to him. It was like they were having some sort of conspiracy, or at least a proper shared secret that the adults wouldn’t know about. Obviously Azel was old enough to know that blind horses usually heard perfectly well, but this didn’t stop his glee at the prospect of being sneaky.
There was a noticeable grimace on the child’s face when the familiar voice of Vis rang behind him. He looked behind him with ears pinned, and tongue out, but seemed to get knocked out of it when he actually listened to what she was saying.
A Flamen? The unicorn with pale eyes and flowers was a Flamen?
Actually the foal had called them a Flamen too, but that hadn’t really registered in Azel’s cookie-desiring brain until now.
Azel swerved back around, looking at the blind horse in wonder, but also with assessing eyes.
They didn’t look like the Flamen he had known. Well, except for the flowers, Flamen Tyrus had liked those too. Mom had been really upset when…
Azel bit his lip and swallowed the rest of the cookie.
“The cookies are very nice”, Azel offered in his very best attempt to sound somewhat polite. Then his interest returned to the other child, and her cool little crystal fangs. Azel moved a bit closer, trying to get a look at them through her lips.
“Wow! You have like… Fangs! Wicked! Are they real? Some of mom’s friends have those but they come off. They’re like weird jewelry or something”, he asked Rona brightly, the Flamen seemingly forgotten by now.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 6, 2019 4:26:33 GMT -6
DAMIAN
He felt nothing short of relief when Vis agreed to find Azel for him, and once the unicorn vanished in the crowd after the little pegasus, Damian could finally catch his breath and try and decide where to go and who to help. He did actually want to help, after all.
He decided he felt safer joining in with the other bridled ones, rather than the free citizens. He was sure no one would have outright rejected his company, not with the proud sigils of the Soleils on him, but he would still rather not. The memory of a friend becoming a free citizen was still fresh, and not a good one.
So he walked over to Yue and Cody, his eyes focused on the young pegasus who had scattered his master’s coin. Damian could sympathize, even if he had never been given any such duties in his life. Pit Fighters were rarely expected to run house errands – if anything they could get other slaves to run errands for them, seeing as the price tag on someone like him was enough to buy a whole bunch of regular serviles.
Something Damian had once been proud of, or at least felt secure in, but right now, after being forced into labor… Well, he felt less good about it.
“It’s okay, kid”, he said to the pegasus, using his large body to create a space between them and the rest of the masses moving about, making it much easier for the two smaller equine to collect the coins. It was always a strange sensation to see even crowds of free citizens part to avoid running into Damian’s tall figure.
“Could’ve happened to anyone”, Damian added, knowing all too well the feelings of not being good enough.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 6, 2019 4:27:57 GMT -6
CAMIELLENo sooner than the palomino had offered her a toothy grin and an introduction, a dark greying mare had made her way over to help shift small chunks of stone. Camielle politely dipped her head at the two equines, eyes glued to thestone before her. The brand on her shoulder itched - it made her feel vulnernable, as if she were something to be used, as if she were a thing. They'd look down at her as soon as they saw it, and she hated it. Her family- her people would never have treated her like that. Picking at a piece of rubble in her teke, the scarred bay's arrival went unnoticed until they spoke. Her large ears swivelled, flattening against her neck as she started at their rumbling voice. She could only thank the Sky Mother when she realised who it was. "Hello Gunvor," She murmered, a smile softening her anxious eyes. The little hippocampus' attention was quickly drawn to the chatter between the palomino and older mare, listening quietly as they exchanged names and talk about the newspaper. They were talking about them - Hancock and Reija - but she felt like she hadn't been invited into the conversation. Why would they want to talk to her anyways? She was just a slave. The quiet tinkling of coins caught in her ear, and scanning the mass of nearby bodies she caught sight of a ruffled looking pegasus, stooped over and picking up coin from the ground with a purse in teke. Her brows pinched as the brand caught her eye, and she looked up to Gunvor. She wanted to help them. They looked so worried, and she didn't want them to get into trouble. "We should go to them," She began quietly, looking to the pegasus and then back to Gunvor. They would want to help too, right? WC: 307 | Post #2 |
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 6, 2019 10:19:06 GMT -6
Jove
Pit-fighter
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There was something of an equine traffic-jam starting to form, as more and more eager citizens streamed into the district to offer a helping hoof, than ran into old and new friends. The citizen though Jove had ran into merely gave him a dismissive glare, muttered something rather impolite, and moved on. He took another step, looking round for somewhere quieter he could work (and then slip back to Evalynn's home), before feeling the soft touch of feathers bounce against him.
He peered down to see a well-feathered pegasus balancing a pair of glasses beside his slave bridle. The momentary worry at angering another citizen flitted across Jove's face and then vanished as he took in Fumio. Still, he took blame for the contact knowing his size was always intrusive. "You alright? I didn't see you there. I feel a bit lost with all these citizens doing work." His gaze then traveled to Hancock and Reija, realizing they were close enough to notice a jest meant only for another slave to hear, and he bit his lip in apprehension. Here a slave was usually never far from there master, except in his case, and he didn't have much of an excuse if any citizens became upset that he was 'disrupting them.'
He dipped his head, mumbling "S-sorry, didn't mean to intrude. Looking to help here, but I'm not sure where to start." Partially true- he had stumbled upon the scene unwillingly and felt lost in crowd. Without Evalynn, or any familiar face, being near so many unfamiliar Aodhians worried him. He was lucky at least to have use of his teke, despite the unpleasant taste of the bit- an unforgiving, ever present reminder of his roll. But Evalynn was permissive and gave him back his teke. Before her, under other masters, he remembered envying any horse that could even lift a pebble with their teke.
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Post by kruuja on Jan 6, 2019 12:56:45 GMT -6
VIS
Vis bowed her head in return, chuckling at Tiresias' amused words. She felt relieved, but the unicorn knew better to not to relax just yet. Knowing Azel, it was simply a matter of time before the lively pegasus child would come up with a new, even better plan to entertain himself. Something, that was equally as troublesome as it was amusing in retrospect, or so she could hope at least. The Attendant raised her brows at Azel's mention of fang jewelry, but she abstained from commenting on the peculiar tastes of the Nobles and their sense of fashion. Instead Vis shifted her attention from the chattering pair of foals back to the Flamen, smiling a little as she finally noticed the pygmy dragon nestled on their withers. Damian on the other hand, had completely slipped out of her mind already. “That’s kindly of you, and your Sanctum. If only Fernos wasn't still undergoing repairs after that unfortunate night, then maybe we also could have-” Vis brought herself a stop, huffing almost apologetically as she changed her needlessly dreary tone: “Well, anyway, it's good to see everyone working together like this. Maybe healing a little together, too." Her attitude was a hopeful one, but without it the blond unicorn likely wouldn't have been able to come here. Vis had helped her family with minor reparations already at the Merchant District, but it hadn't eased her mind. The riots had left her numb, as well as shamefully wary of her fellow citizens, despite being an Empath. Now though, seeing so many equines of different classes cooperating in the name of the common good, the angry crowds felt slightly less real to her. Just a distant nightmare that would fade away over time.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 6, 2019 14:12:01 GMT -6
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"Kid, get off the ground.
Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting."   
Gunvor barely acknowledges the small conversation held between Reja and Hancock, keeping their head down low and their body close to the smaller Hippocampus -- having deemed the much smaller Slave as someone who needed protection, who needed someone to keep an eye out for them.
'We should go to them.'
The Pit-Fighter briefly looks up from the pile of rubble they had been working on, slinging a few hefty pieces out into the small pile they had created. It takes them a few moments to find exactly who Camielle was talking about, but once they do, their lips pull down into a grimace.
The flash of gold might have caught another's attention first, but Gunvor can't help but find themselves studying the brand etched into their side. Clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth, Gunvor's words leave their lips with a low rumble. "Aye. If ya think we should."
Gunvor covers ground quickly -- though not as fast as normal, slowing down a bit for the much smaller Camielle. They're a large lugging mass of muscles as they approach. Spying a few stray coins, Gunvor, too, picks up a few pieces in between their teeth, dumping them in a similar manner as the grey Pegasus. Taking a step back, Gunvor says nothing -- perhaps only blocking the smaller, more frantic looking Pegasus (a child, perhaps?) from other prying eyes.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 6, 2019 16:03:00 GMT -6
Hancock You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
x | x Hancock chuckled to himself as the mare spoke, nodding his head in agreement. Knowing the media, they’d paint the citizens and nobles as the heros, stooping down to the levels of slaves to save the city! It made him giggle, though he quickly swallowed it down to not insult the older mare- Reija, as he know knew. He nodded his head at her and then at the pegasus slave that had walked into another. Scratching at his cheek with his teke, Hancock couldn’t help but stare at their bridles for a moment longer than necessary.
His blue eyes flicked back to Reija as she spoke once more and Hancock nodded, cracking a lopsided smile “Wouldn’t know myself but im sure it’s quite an adjustment and all, no worries” Looking around at the other slaves near them, Hancock had caught the staring eye of the purple fined hippocampus. He winked, smile small before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand, picking up the last of the conversation between Fumio and jove. He barked a laugh, grinning and shaking his head “You’re quite right, we lot probably look like a bunch of stumbling idiots getting in the way “ He watched as another foal zoomed by towards the Flamen and they’re small group “Not to mention watching out for these flying road hazards” Scrunching his cigarette into the wall, he easily tossed it into the rubble bin, blowing out the last of the smoke.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 6, 2019 16:09:20 GMT -6
Lexi regretted everything about not volunteering to help evacuate the outskirt towns. There would have been a train ride, unfamiliar locations, maybe even some action if she was lucky. But she had been worried about too much chevalier involvement, and Ignacio knows she wasn't on the best terms with them. Last thing she wanted was one bossing her around all day. So she had stayed home, but absolutely nothing was happening here. Her legs dangled off of the roof she lounged on - a partially destroyed building missing a good chunk of its wall. The filly watched all the suckers milling about below her. They were supposedly cleaning, but she saw little process being made. They picked up a piece of rubble in one spot, and set it down in another. They bumped into each other. They simply chatted. It was a shame the labor force was so low. You at least had to admit they had been good at their job. And that's what this was. The job of slaves. The servile slaves and pit fighters were right to join in, but Lexi saw no reason for any commoner, artisan, or noble to even lift a hoof. She certainly wasn't going to. Not that she feared the physical work. It was simply beneath her. Literally and figuratively. She enjoyed yelling "you missed a piece!" every now and then to unsuspecting horses, simply chuckling at their glares and yells for her to get down and do some good. But that had been fun for only so long. She was growing bored. The clatter of coins immediately drew her attention, but before she could even contemplate going down and snatching one or two several other slaves congregated to the spot. With an eye roll and a long-suffering sigh she pulled herself forward, sliding off of the roof. Her wings snapped out expertly and caught a big draft of air, lowering herself easily to the ground before tucking them back along her spotted body. The pegasus approached a large pile of rubble, and began moving pieces of what had been walls. It briefly looked like she might be of some help, but soon became apparent that she was doing nothing productive. She rummaged through the pile, pulling out anything that stood out as misshapen or oddly colored. Maybe there would be something worth finding in all of this mess. Sure, the business owners had cleaned up most anything of value, but perhaps something had been missed.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 6, 2019 17:45:41 GMT -6
O P H O SMale | Commoner - Actor | Aodhian
To say the city was in ruins was an understatement. When the call came for aid to go to Bloom, the equine should have been the first to jump on the train and head that way. Yet the disastrous adventure of the Eminents aboard one of the most lavish trains destined for opalescent reached his ears and made Ophos hesitant about jumping on any such mode of transportation. At least until word of the great beast had been taken down...
Head lifted as perfectly painted and trimmed hooves avoided debris and rubble. He was here to inspire after all, to be of some aid by picking up spirits and showing the people that he was not at all afraid to venture out. At least, once the riots had calmed and left behind the destruction. He smiled and waved to those who recognized him, bowing his head and kissing cheeks of all equines alike. He sang tales of love and light, making sure to spread his talents during this time to those who gave their strength to the city.
Soon though he happened upon a gathering of equines and refreshments being handed to those who worked. His voice was parched but he knew the workers needed it more. Head dipped to Flamen, gesturing for his slave, Darling, to do the same. "Tiresias, a pleasure to see that you are alright and well, after the events..." He started, looking around to the others gathered. "Ah, Hancock, always a pleasure." He spoke with a wink, having known the equine during his part time work at the pearl. "Reija, always dashing and radiant." He knew most names, because an actor always needed to know their audience. Plus he had little birds everywhere.
And of course. "The ever stunning Elune, as master piece before me even without your tools." Head dipped again, mane tumbling forward. He hadn't meant to interrupt everyone conversations, Ophos sometimes lacked the sense that not everyone knew him or cared for him in the way he thought they all did. Fame sure does go to ones head after some time.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 6, 2019 18:22:18 GMT -6
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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Tiresias heard Yue move away. It was hard to miss her, with the tinkling bell around her neck. But from what they could hear she was trying to help someone who suffered a fall. That was quite alright. She'd been quite helpful thus far, and they knew that this was intimidating for her. The press to their side while they moved prior hadn't been unnoticed.
Rona perked up, proudly lifting her head and puffing out her chest. "They real! My Da' used to be a normal horse, and I don't know who my other dad is, but I think they're a unicorn. Cause I'm one! But Da's a unicorn now too! I got teeth, he has horns!" She grinned widely, showing off her little fangs.
Tiresias nodded slowly. "It is terrible what happened to Fernos, dear Attendant Vis. Palasa was nearly lost as well during the riots. We had to barricade the entrances and hide in the inner sanctum until it passed." They paused as well now, not wishing to dampen the mood. "I very much agree. I love to hear the sound of the children laughing and the work everyone does. I know not what Valore looks like now, or what it did before, but I know it will look more magnificent once everyone is done working. And, it will bring a greater sense of pride and joy as we know it was us who aided in the reconstruction." They smiled, lifting their head slightly.
Another voice joined the fray, one the Flamen did not necessarily recognize, but they dipped their head in greeting. "It is a pleasure to hear so many safe and healthy after what transpired." They returned peacefully. "To whom am I speaking? I would very much like to greet you properly, I am afraid I don't have the ability to easily recognize others." They asked. They very much wished to be able to explore Valore more, to learn the names and voices of more equines. They had not been able to truly move about the city since their mother passed, for she had been their only companion and guardian for quite some time. They could move about once more thanks to Yue, but they needed time to begin collecting voices and names.
Now was as good of a time as any, yes?
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 6, 2019 19:06:47 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene "Oh, I --" They nearly freeze when perriwinkle wings reach down to help collect the coins that had spilled to the cobblestone, at first, not sure how to react and uncertain if the stranger was a friendly face or a thief coming to collect free collateral. A distant, "You missed a piece!" Makes them fret inside. "I've got it --" They stifle a wince, fearful that a horse of higher rank had simply aided them out of shameful pity, but at last, they spy the dragon on her shoulder. She is not alone; three others, all with dragons burned on their bodies, flock to their aid.
Now typically, Cody never spoke unless spoken to. Even in the presence of commoners, they behaved no less than as an astute servant of Aodhians' elite. But to one of their own ranking ... they felt a little more inclined to socialize. "Gee, thanks!" A pied wing squeezes the satchel tight to their flank as soon as all of the spilled change is rescued. "That's awful nice of all of you. I-I'm supposed to be out fetching wine and a dress for my master, but I couldn't help but notice the crowd here!"
They lift their wings slightly then, pied grey and white feathers slowly smoothing down against a milky-painted bay pelt. "'Pretty strange finding horses of so many different classes here. You'd expect to only see nobility in the Sol District. Don'tcha think it's kinda odd?"
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 6, 2019 19:38:25 GMT -6
Fumio was relieved to see that Jove was a fellow slave. "Quite all right," Fumio confirmed for Jove. He hardly had time to absorb Jove's joke before Reija called his name to ask the same question of him, and Fumio nodded. He had to resist the twitch of his whiskers as his and Reija's eyes met and he cast his gaze down again... this time less out of etiquette and more out of modesty. Hancock and Reija resumed conversation. While he busied himself helping Jove collect the rubble he'd dropped, Fumio heard the jingle of coinage fall to the ground followed by a pair of voices. While he certainly didn't recognize the horses, he recognized their bridles and brands. More importantly, he recognized one's accent. Crisp and clean, from Sirith as much as Fumio's own. It had been close to a year since he'd heard a voice like that, and it made him nearly drop the stones again. Instead, he collected them in his teke, returned them to the cart, and returned just as the group finished collecting the coins. "They have seen us meet," Fumio recited a Breimian greeting, bowing slightly, "I heard you mention refreshments... did you happen to have tea?"
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