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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 6, 2019 19:55:01 GMT -6
Y U EFemale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
As the last of the coins were tucked safely back into the satchel, Yue rose with subtle grace and stepped back out of the immediate circle of equines. It was too crowded, too closed in. Swallowing hard she dipped her head in a silent gesture of gratitude towards the thanks. "Less worry child. Today no one is here to do ill will." She spoke softly, giving him and those around another fleeting glance before trying to back pedal out of the way.
That was until she turned and came face to face with Fumio. It took a small moment for the mare to full register what the stallion pegasus before her had just done. Slowly ocean blue eyes widened and as the shock and disbelief scored through her. Eyes teared up and she quickly dipped her own head, hoof tapping the ground twice to mimic Fumio's. "T-they have seen us meet..." She stammered, feeling her throat tighten. "Y-yes of course..." The mare, now flustered and completely unprepared with how to deal with all of this, turned her head to the pack, wing lifting to open the flap.
"T-there is some tea in this one... A-and some snacks in the other one..." Her voice wavered and shook, tears finally slipped unrestrained as she could no longer keep her resolve. "I-I thought I... I was the only one..." Head shook, soft mane shifting from the action. She had tried to hard to forget... Loosing all hope of escape.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 6, 2019 20:05:46 GMT -6
DAMIAN
More slaves yet approached them. Damian felt strangely good about that, weirdly safe. If there was one thing he could say he had enjoyed about being a labor slave, it was the idea of other slaves around him. Yes, it had been rough at first, and there had been fights. Over resources, mostly, but just different personalities clashing as well. But after they sorted it out and found their own people among the mass, it had been strangely peaceful and communal.
“I don’t know, kid. I guess they are bothered about all the stuff that got broken, just as us slaves or the common people. It’s not exactly nice to look at, is it? And Emins are so proud. Of themselves, and of Aodh”, he mused, helping the others pick up the few remaining straggler pieces as well.
Damian didn’t really pay any attention to the small, blue pegasus until he spoke. Damian turned to look at them – another slave, elderly, he noted quickly, his pit fighter’s mind always ready to assess – wide-eyed and looking somewhat terrified. The expression was near comical on Damian’s face, and his eyes swiveled around nervously, in this direction and that.
When the other older pegasus replied in kind, with a clearly strained voice, Damian tapped his front hooves nervously.
Who had seen them meet? Were they being watched? But who would be watching? And why?
For a moment Damian stared at Fumio, as if trying to decide whether or not they were indeed dangerous, some kind of… Agent, or something. A Vindicator Agent? No, that sounded stupid.
Damian huffed out a shallow breath, and turned instead – a little too quickly to seem entirely natural – to face the approaching horse he recognized as another Pit Fighter. His face had returned to a near expressionless state, but his breathing was a bit too fast and shallow.
“Gun… Sorry I can’t quite remember your name. It is Gun-something, right?” he greeted them with as much eagerness as he could muster.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 6, 2019 20:17:00 GMT -6
AZEL
Azel was eager to observe Rona’s crystaline fangs and told her in no uncertain terms that they were wickedly awesome. The adults seemed to be distracted in their own conversation by now, so Azel took another cookie, and was munching on it contently as he watched the crowd. He saw Lexi among the people, trying to be funny by the sound of it. He stuck his tongue out in displeasure and looked away. His siblings always showed up everywhere, and it sucked.
He had barely finished the cookie when a rather fancy-looking pegasus came by, greeting Tireasias, and then some other adults. He was fully expected to be greeted as well – he always was, even at mom’s parties which had actual Eminents – but instead the pegasus just walked on by, to greet some completely other people who were not Azel.
His small pink wings fluffed up, and rose angrily, then flapped a few times as if gathering up speed. At the same time his face gained an angry shade of deep, childish frustration. Only slaves got ignored like that, and Azel was definitely NOT a slave.
He would not be ignored.
He was a Soleil!
Like a particularly pink and fierce arrow, he bolted after Ophos, and once he reached the stallion – which was not hard, considering Azel was bolting at full speed and the other was walking, snapped his teeth angrily at him, almost taking off a feather.
“You can’t ignore me!” he yelled, his voice reaching a screeching high pitch that could hardly be ignored by anyone even if they wanted to.
“My mother is Lilith of Soleil! I will not be ignored! Especially not by… By… By someone with ears big enough to fly a dragon through!” Azel shouter, mercifully a little less loudly, but with no less indignation. For a kid that was used to special treatment due to his heritage, this was the insult of the century.
Or at least the week.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 6, 2019 20:42:43 GMT -6
Jove
Pit-fighter
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Despite the menacing look his bulk and nature in the arena brought, outside of the fights and around unfamiliar citizens he looked an entirely different horse. Hesitant, eyes flicking between the two commoners in worry that he had offended them with his tart remark about citizens. He mostly certainly meant it, and could probably conjure up more colorful thoughts on the whole restoration week, but he kept his tongue in check. Years of retorts from Aodhians, far worse than his jests, forced him regretfully in line.
And so when Hancock answered his remark with a laugh he stared for a long moment, before visibly lowering his taut shoulders and grinning around the awkward bridle. A deep rumble of laughter escaped him too and he countered with another small joke, "I didn't know Aodhians had a sense of humor- " Jove chanced the joke only for he could sense a cheerful atmosphere this morning, so different than the past few months. Surely humor wouldn't send a pair of chevaliers after him? He looked around more seriously, watching with obvious interest as the pegasus slipped off to meet another with a strange greeting.
"I am still obliged to work, I suppose. But do you think anything will get done?" He asked Reija and Hancock, before jerking his head to indicate a horse nearby, one with jewels wrapped round their neck and something shiny gilding their hooves who had obviously never stooped to pick up litter in their life, and was now attempting to remove the stones from a cart. Clearly not everyone understood how they were supposed to be helping.
His copper teke ensnared the last of the broken stone fragments and he moved to dump them in the cart beside Reija and Hancock. Yet just as he grasped them his teke faltered and the rocks clattered down, one chipping one of the few unmarked stones in the paved road. He flinched involuntarily, as if expecting retribution, and felt a flush creeping over his features. Months of not using his teke before Evalynn took him in had taken their toll and times it still failed him. "P-perhaps there's a better way I can help?" He murmured.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 6, 2019 21:05:34 GMT -6
Hancock You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
  
x | x Still snickering at what the Slave, Jove as he heard it, had joked. Another quip had him barking an obnoxious laugh once again before his eyes turned towards Ophos, rolling his eyes playfully. “What’s your glittery ass doing out here, Ophos?” he called, a sarcastic and playful tone to his voice “Be careful not to chip a hoof!” he snorted, striking up a match and lighting another cigarette.
The clatter of rubble brought him back to the main attention of the day and Hancock turned to see the Pit fighters teke stumble before disappearing altogether. He flinched inwardly at the reason why, but kept a cool demeanour and shrugged “You could use your bulk of muscle to move some of the more larger pieces perhaps? My teke can handle a lot of the medium sized stuff but uh,” he lifted a leg and waved it humorously “These legs are built for kicking people in the face, not moving large weights.”
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 6, 2019 21:31:18 GMT -6
Fumio blinked in surprise as his greeting was received with such a heartfelt reaction, and he thanked Argus that Damian seemed to give the two Breimian's privacy for whatever reason. Fumio has always been a natural empathizer, but seeing someone embodying all the fears and frustrastions-- someone who truly understood his position-- start crying brought his paternal instincts to the surface. He stepped forward, tears also fogging up his own glass. He pressed his neck against the stranger, and let out soft sushes. "You're not. We're never truly alone. There, there." The moment was shorter than Fumio would have liked, but he didn't want to raise any extra suspicions. He mutter a soft thank you, took the tea, and stepped back. "I'll be back in a moment, I promise," he said gently. Fumio waited to be sure that Yue was truly holding up. He nodded and twisted, heading back to Jove, Hancock and Reija. He interrupted to politely hand off a tea to Reija (who was as fond as tea as Fumio). He spoke so quietly in her ear that no one would hear before he backed away, excusing himself from the group to resume his work, keeping a particularly close eye on Yue. He had forgotten to clear his glasses until after.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 6, 2019 22:12:04 GMT -6
   "Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene "Well, whatever suits them, I guess." Cody says while shrugging the pied wings on their back, glancing between their little group. The fact that they were in the company of not only another pegasus, but two hippocampi and a common, made them ponder the others' histories. The mare had carried a strange accent, much different from Amon's thick Talorian accent, but not Aodhian either. They knew it was not uncommon for slaves to be brought from different lands, but a part of them always wondered why. Oh well, they never bothered to ask.
"So, who are your masters, then? My name's Cody! I'm Emin Sonya's personal attendant." And they bore that title with pride, evident by how they stuck their head up high and smiled. Yet to their curiosity, they noticed as Damian seemed to eye the pegasus warily. Cody had quietly excused Yue in their thoughts, allowing her to decide if she wished to stay or continue on her duties, and failed to notice her behavior until now.
Is she crying? A beautiful mare should not have to cry, and being conditioned to tend to others' needs unannounced, Cody was the first to pull a handkerchief from their purse. "It's clean, please use it." They offer, with the cloth gently floating in their teke. Afterwards, they would turn back to face Damian, completely oblivious to the strangeness of the discussion.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jan 6, 2019 22:15:47 GMT -6
Reija Aodh | Smuggler
"Justified deviousness."
Fumio's voice was strained and hardly audible as he handed Reija a bottle of tea. It was a gesture she greatly appreciated, as the sun was beginning to take effect on her dark coat.
She had grinned at Ophos when he passed, definitely surprised to see the pompous actor on such a scene but aware that his flashy presence could now grant her the cover she needed.
Jove's stumble with his teke caught her off guard. Reija attempted to aid him but couldn't make it in time. She met his eyes with only warmth as Hancock offered a new approach for the pit-fighter to take in the clean-up.
"Take it easy, you don't have to overwork yourself today," she offered him.
Turning with her bottle of tea, Reija left those around her to their work and went to approach the pegasus mare with Fumio close by. His eyes had been wet.
She'd barely seen the exchange of a foreign greeting. Bremians had a distinct way of saying hello and Reija had learned the ques from Fumi. Her companion was introducing her to his culture and vice verse, which was why the old mare recognized the thin pegasus mare as a captured bremian when she and Fumio met.
"Excuse me," Reija was careful to keep her voice audible to all, though most were too busy working or conversing to lend an ear. "I believe the sunshine is getting to be just a bit too much for me, could you two please escort me to some shade? Please don't worry, I've got something to drink, I just need to stand in the shade over there for a moment."
To make her act seem more believable, Reija dropped her posture a bit and lowered her head. Her blessing sagged and the flowers in her mane wilted slightly.
She had spotted an open storefront not far from where they stood that would be the perfect place to meet for a moment without seeming suspicious.
There she could offer her help to Yue and hopefully with Fumio near, the small mare could feel some hope of returning home.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 6, 2019 22:55:08 GMT -6
Jove
Pit-fighter
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The pit fighter cast an anxious look around, as though expecting all eyes to be on him- disproving, angry, sneering - yet not a one regarded him except the two strangers. All other horses were captivated by scene around them as friends greeted one another, children played and darted around their elders, and food and drink were shared as the sun climbed higher into the sky. He still couldn't shake the memories- those long weeks as a labor slave when a fumble or break could bring out the temper of a chevalier.
Still, Hancock's patient remarks helped Jove navigate his anxiety and let it pool in the back of his mind instead of it wear it visibly. "I-I feel you there. These legs are supposed for knocking another horse's teeth out... That's what my past master said anyway." He said, a touch of bitterness on his tongue. "Catch me in the arena and I've got a lot more grace!" That was one way to put it, as his usual style was screaming his challenge to the crowds then pinning an opponent into the sands with his bulk.
He turned the cart slightly and then rolled the larger rubble into it with his leg and set the cart back before anything more could spill out. "What is it that you do that requires kicking people in the face?"
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Post by kruuja on Jan 7, 2019 11:06:03 GMT -6
VIS
The faint smile widened on Vis' mouth for a second at the mention of her name. So Tiresias did remember her after all, even though it had been a while since she had last visited Palasa - a month or two, maybe even more. Their memory was commendable either way. Feeling slightly flattered the Attendant nodded again, humming here and there in response as they patiently listened to the Flamen' musings. Their conversation would have to wait though as a new face suddenly approached them. Vis blinked in surprise at the flamboyant pegasus, even cracking a lopsided grin without noticing as she watched them twirl around, greeting their many acquaintances in rapid succession to almost a hilarious extent. The unicorn felt as though she should have known this equine - so vibrant and lively was their presence - but the unfortunate truth was that nowadays she didn't go out and socialize that often. Too much work, too little time. This realization always stung a little in spite of her love for her position as an Attendant. Still it was a feeling familiar enough that it didn't falter Vis'seemingly pleased smile in the least. Instead, it was replaced by an audible, surprised gasp when Azel bolted after the stranger. After quickly apologizing to Tiresias and their convoy, she headed after him. "Azel, dear", Vis tried to call out to the now screeching little pegasus. "Little lord. I'm sure they weren't trying to offend you. You see, uh... Ignacio's grace be, I'm so sorry about this", Vis huffed as she tried to meet the stranger's gaze. Hoping that the winged zorse would catch her drift, she suggested calmly through her teeth: "How silly of me to stand in your way like that, and not see how you clearly tried to reach Azel there. My apologies."
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jan 7, 2019 15:12:16 GMT -6
He had always known that being a labor slave was awful, but he had never fully appreciated just how awful it had been until he'd escaped it again. He'd been numbed to the horrors of a grimy coat, and tying his hair back to keep it in the best condition possible had been such the norm he'd forgotten how lovely it was to have it free and flowing again. But now? Now he had been saved, rescued from that vile existence and placed back where he belong - at the service of a superior. He also hadn't realised how much he missed being a servile and being able to attend to a master as he had always known - he owed Ophos more than he could begin to articulate, more than he could ever repay. He would do his damnedest to try though, and serve the brilliant pegasus in every capacity that he was capable. He trotted at the heels of the actor as they traversed the city, his head held proudly and with his high stepping gait having returned. His coat was immaculate, groomed even more than usual as if to make up for the time that it had been neglected and to the point that it shone. Like his master, he picked his way gracefully over the dirt and rubble that littered the streets. It was disgusting what had been done to their beautiful city, but he supposed he couldn't blame the rioters too much - removing slaves from their owners had been an outrage that rightly should not have been stood for. At least some slaves, specifically him, had been restored to their proper place. What happened to the others wasn't really a consideration for him - if they were worthy they would have been taken back. He was conveniently forgetting the fact that his original master had rejected him. Truthfully he didn't quite understand what they were doing out here, but he would obligingly follow his master anywhere was asked of him. He was mildly concerned that Ophos may have intent to aid in the restoration work, which sounded preposterous to Darling because such work was clearly beneath his master. As generous and gracious as he may be, surely there had to be limits? Grace the people with his presence yes, manual labour no. The unicorn stood back each time Ophos stopped to greet another, quietly, smugly proud of the joy and adoration that the pegasus could bring just with his presence - his new master was truly amazing. As they came upon one of the larger cleaning efforts, Darling spared a glance for the toiling horses. At no point did he feel any need to jump in or get involved - he was a servile, not a labor slave and he wasn't about to dirty himself and risk his image (and he would argue by extent his master's) without an instruction to do so. There were horses are more qualified to this task than him, and far more suited to it. He'd done his time, he wasn't doing it again voluntarily. He stopped a couple of paces behind Ophos as the actor once again made his greetings and at the cue dipped his head respectfully to the Flamen, going so far as to bend a knee in a slight bow. It made little difference to the Flamen of course he was sure, but other s were looking and that was just as important, if not more so. He dipped his head to each of the horses that Ophos greeted, silently observing - a good servile was seen and not heard. Greetings completed, he went back to standing proudly, head raised and neck arched nobly. An ear flicked at a screech and every muscle stiffened when he caught a rush of movement towards Ophos. His every instinct screamed at him to react and hindquarters bunched and ears pinned back before he caught himself from twitching any further. Which was more than fortunate, given that it was a noble child that was screeching insults and snapping teeth. Not just any noble child either, but one of House Soleil. He stilled himself, settling himself once more with a flick of his tail and a long exhale. He took his role as self-assigned bodyguard very seriously - you never knew where danger might be coming from.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 7, 2019 15:58:13 GMT -6
P h o e n i X
☀ Aodh | Servile Slave ☀
 "Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."
~John Ray ☀
She had only just come among them in this particular area, but Phoenix had been diligent about helping clean up the city. The slave had only just recently been repurchased by her mistress, Iscah, from the city’s emergency labor force, and she was already off to continue what she had been claimed to do in the first place. And while what she was toiling over was not unlike the duties she had in the Dark District, the freedom from that filthy place was what drove the mare to continue what was asked of her. While her mistress was doing other things, the Aodh-painted slave had asked to go out and clean up the city, for seeing it in such a state was most distressing. Obviously, she was allowed.
Trotting to the carts that would carry away the debris, she deposited wreckage she had held up with her teke. Voices from the other equines were carried on the wind despite the clopping of hooves and moving of heavy objects. Multi-hued eyes scanned the others as she allowed herself the briefest of pauses. She took this moment to gather faces and names, putting them together in a directory of her mind. There was the Flamen Tiresias speaking to a foal named Rona and who was spoken to by an old black mare. There was a young slave whom she caught was named Camielle. A child named Azel who Phoenix humoredly thought should have been named ‘Cookies’ because of his request for the treats, and the sleek looking slave who had to look after him. Then there was a stallion who introduced himself as Hancock to the black mare.
Noises nearby had Phoenix turn her head to the other side, and she saw an old feathered slave stammering an apology to another stallion. The black mare called him Fumio. Phoenix narrowed her eyes slightly as she observed the interaction, wondering if both were unharmed from the small accident. Turning back around, Phoenix went retrieve more rubble for removal. She kept her ears back so she could hear others speaking. Someone named Gunvor. She heard the clattering of money and those who helped reclaim it. Then she heard someone shout “You missed a piece”, and she paused to look around to see who had spoken, but as she glanced to the children she saw before, the voice didn’t sound like theirs. Shrugging, she went back to work.
She could manage the smaller pieces with what her teke allowed, but larger ones would need to be taken out the hard way, a way she herself did not want to participate in. She could clean just fine, but lugging carts was not something she would allow herself to suffer. Moving from one spot to another, she caught sight of a youth who looked to be searching for something in the rubble. Her mind went back to the money that had dropped before, and wondered if a piece was still missing. Depositing a lump of debris in a nearby cart, the lithe pegasus trotted over to the spotted child, Alexa.
“Are you looking for something, Miss?” Delicate as always, especially to her superiors, the servile tilted her head down at the younger pegasus.
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 7, 2019 16:10:17 GMT -6
Elune
Aodh - Artisan
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As Elune drank her tea which she had snatched off the plate from the sanctum attendants, more and more equines started to gather around the flamen. The mare backed off a little. Normally, when things would get too busy, she would go home. But now she felt she had to stay, to help atleast a little bit. She'd rather helped with redecorating the buildings and even paint them for a small price. But of course, there have to be building to decorate.
Elunesintely stood by as she heard others chatter. She wasn't the one to talk, but neither it did it bother her. As much as she hates to admit it, it felt a bit nice to be around others again. Locking herself in her own house for days on end isn't as healthy. Maybe she should atleast got to try to go out atleast once a week, even it's was going to a market.
Suddenly there was a voice, a voice that she would here even from thousand miles away. "oh no" was the first thing that came to mind. It was Ophos. She always found him a bit slimy to her taste, but she has to admit that his compliments were always a pleasure to hear.
"Greetings Ophos. You're looking dazzling as always."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 7, 2019 23:33:18 GMT -6
 
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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Ears twitching, Tiresias listened to the on goings around them, listening for the jingle of Yue's bell. They thought they heard her trembling voice. Was she alright? Their worries were interrupted sharply by the screeching of a child, and their head lifted high, ears pricked forward. Amata let out a small hiss, burrowing her face in the flowers around their neck.
Rona blinked when her newfound friend bolted off. Where was he going? She trotted forward a few steps before the screeching started. Oh. "What the fuck." She said bluntly, repeating one of Omar's favorite phrases. Or well, she guessed it was a favorite. He did use it often! Why was he screaming so loud?
"Rona!" Tiresias admonished her. Goodness, this child. Omar genuinely needed to stop being so... Crude with his words. The Flamen knew he wasn't Aodhian, but still, using such language around a young child. They turned slightly to face towards Vis, simply nodding upon her hasty retreat. It sounded like she was attempting to wrangle the screaming child.
"What? That kid is being really fuckin' loud." Rona said again, looking to the Flamen, despite them being unable to see her. "He's losing his shit."
"Rona! Stop that!" Tiresias continued, stepping towards her. "Please, small one, watch your language." They pleaded softly. They would really need to discuss this with Omar... Where was Yue? She was better with children then they were... And they called themself the Flamen of the goddess of fertility...
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 7, 2019 23:35:23 GMT -6
O P H O SMale | Commoner - Actor | Aodhian
A soft smile graced the actors lips as the Flamen asked for his identity. Head lifted, smiling that sweet charming smile he always had. "Ah, yes, I am Ophos, actor and courtesan. If you ever wished to grace the theater with your presence my dear, just let them know you were personally invited by myself and there will be no charge." Head dipped respectfully, hind end about to swivel to continue down the path. "May the fires always burn bri-" A shrill child's voice suddenly cut off his own and the Actor lifted his head to blink in a stunned fashion.
So loud. So demanding. It couldn't be any other spawn but-
"Oh my, Lord Azel!" He feigned, front leg bending to touch knee to stone as his head dipped low. "I did not wish to interrupt your much more important conversation with my lowly greeting!" Slowly he rose back up and tipped his head to the side. "For my obvious disregard of your presence why don't you come to my next show, free of charge, with your darling mother?" He gave a charming smile and bowed once more before standing up. That should quell a child's anger.
Eyes then flickered to Vis, giving a knowing smile. Oh the task of looking after Lilith's children. A feat of patience he knew he did not posses. Head turned slowly to look over Darling at his flank. A good loyal slave. Flashy but not overshadowing. The perfect accessory. He gestured with his head towards the other group of slaves, granting him permission to join if he so wished. The gathering of horses here was growing by the second.
Blue eyes landed gently on Elune, stepping towards her. "Why thank you my dear. I hope the 'unfortunate circumstances' did not tarnish your master gift. The paint that leaves your graces has always been astounding to me." Why not layer on the compliments, make a show. Always a show.
The world would forever before his stage.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 7, 2019 23:56:11 GMT -6
Y U EFemale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
Everything around her was happening so quickly. By the second more equines seemed to materialize out of no where. The briemian pegasus she had just met had graced her with a fleeting touch before vanishing suddenly. Still standing in stunned silence, tears slowly drying on her cheeks, the mare tried to pretend none of it had happened. She needed to lock that life of hers away. Once more. The slave named Cody handed her a soft piece of fabric, which she quickly used to try to hide the wet marks on her cheeks. "T-thank you..." Voice stammered through a tight chest.
With more equines showing up, the servile slave handed out some drinks from the satchels under her wings, gifting food to those helping with the debris. That was until a black mare came forward, looking so weak from heat that Yue jumped at the chance to get them out of the suns rays. Pressing gently to Reija's side, Yue helped the mare get to the shade. Worried eyes looked her over before taking the cloth Cody had given her and wrapped a few ice cubes in it. Eyes flickered to anyone else around before offering it to Reija with a small touch of her hoof. She didn't have access to her Teke after all. "P-please miss, place this on your neck. It'll help your body temperature lower."
Large pools of violet watched carefully, worriedly. That was until she heard Tiresais call out. They rarely ever raised their voice. More worry scored through the Briemian, head lifting to look towards them. Rona. Torn between needing to be in two places at once, Yue gently dipped her head. "P-please excuse me miss. My master needs me. Stay in the the shade for a few long moments. I'll be back to check on you when I can." Body then turned, moving quickly to Tiraesais's side only to hear the fowl langue spew from the foals mouth. No wonder the Flamen was getting agitated. The bell around her neck jingled softly, alerting the other to her closeness.
"Rona, little one." She whispered, nose moving to press softly against her shoulder. "What is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?" A soft riddle to maybe distract the young equine from the ruckus.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 8, 2019 0:13:09 GMT -6
CAMIELLEFollowing in Gunvor's footsteps, she cast a weary glance back at Hancock and Reija. Surely they wouldn't mind them leaving, and they seemed engrossed in their conversation anyways as another horse drew up. Gaze returning to the pegasus, her ears flicked back as she noticed the number of equines gathered around them. Were they angry? Hurrying into a trot, the filly's bunched shoulders relaxed as her eyes darted over each of the equines. All of them had brands. They were all helping the pied pegasus. By the time they'd reached the group, all but a few pieces of coin had been returned. Gunvor plucked the last few from the ground, and offered them to the horse before she could move. Everything was happening so quickly, with so many voices joining and soon enough, Reija, the greying mare with flowers in her mane, had ambled over to quietly request assistance. The two older pegasi that were talking would surely help, Reija was facing them, so maybe she wanted their help in particular? She seemed to recall catching Reija mention that Fumio was her slave, too. The blue pegasus lead the elderly mare away, tending to her in the cool of the shade, and Camielle's attention returned to the small assemblage of slaves. The young pegasus - Cody, they said - seemed rather content now that they were no longer scrambling to pick up the lost coin. "An Eminent?" She asked, the words barely leaving her lips. Swivelling her fins awkwardly, heat rushed to her face. She should know what an Eminent was after all this time, Cody had said it with such pride. WC: 270 | Post #3 |
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 8, 2019 10:43:06 GMT -6
DAMIAN
The two horses who greeted each other so ominously talk for a moment more, before the smaller one leaves. Damian listened to them nervously but could not gather anything of interest from what they were saying.
So, wanting to be polite and perhaps feeling the slightest bit silly for getting so spooked by some older slaves, he turned his attention back to Cody, who had tried to carry on a conversation.
“I belong to the Soleil family”, he said, nodding his head towards the insignia on his decorative armor: “My master is Emin Geremia, the head of the household.”
Even with the Soleil’s no longer in power, it was quite an ownership claim to have. Enough to make a slave safe from any sort of abuse or disturbance from outsiders.
“I’m a pit fighter. It’s what I was born to do. But I try to take care of other things as well”, Damian went on, somewhat casually. His duties mostly included making sure Geremia was safe and running occasional errands for his master. Usually he was there to provide company and muscle, and perhaps keep Gawain in line, which was the hardest of his duties by far.
Damian looked at the hippocampus slave quizzically when she asked about eminents.
“Nobles. The highest of the high of Aodhian society. They own most things – not just slaves but establishments and businesses too. They have all the money and influence in Aodh. Only the King has more”, Damian answered readily. He had only ever been owned by Eminents, and he figured that with the prices of buy-backs, there were even less slaves like the small blue pegasus, who were owned by commoners, rather than the rich and powerful.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 8, 2019 12:15:00 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." "I don't know what ya want to hear, kid," Gunvor muses, looking down their nose at the small Pegasus. "I don't think it really matters who fixes it, as long it gets fixed."
'Sorry I can't quite remember your name. Is it Gun-something, right?'
Finding the source of the question, Gunvor peers down their nose yet again. This time the recognize the source of the voice as another Pit-Fighter among the group of slave. In truth, they hadn't expected to see another one out and about. But then again, it made sense for them to be here in some strange way.
"Gunvor," they say. "Damian, isn't it?"
They don't really have much time to listen to whatever the other Pit-Fighter has to say, their attention turned again to the small Pegasus. "Master? Hmm, mine's that tiny little Hippocampus over there; she's an Artisan." The Pit-Fighter nods their head in the direction of Elune, upper lip curling up into a grimace and their ears swiveling back against their neck.
In truth, they weren't too particularly fond about talking who owned them, but if it comforted the kid to know to know or just filled the air around them then they were perfectly okay with that. Gunvor, for the moment, seems to tune out the rest of the conversation, now eyeing her Master with a keen eye and the stallion speaking to her -- half tempted to leave the group of slaves to go stand next to their small Master.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 8, 2019 12:27:22 GMT -6
AZEL
Azel’s wings fluttered angrily as he stared down – or more accurately glared up at – Ophos. He could hear running steps from behind him, and soon enough Vis’ voice ran again.
Azel felt a bit smug because he thought she sounded winded. Azel was fast for sure and could outrun even many fully-grown horses.
Much to the dismay of said fully grown horses.
When Ophos spoke, Azel’s anger dissipated almost at once. He preened proudly at the title of Lord – one he knew perfectly well he didn’t actually have, yet people kept using when he was in a mood.
“Oh”, Azel said a bit dumbly, the sheer emotional rollercoaster from going to rage to surprise to excitement so quickly making his mind rather slow to register what was being said.
“I’m sure mom would like that a lot”, he then said eagerly, nodding happily as Ophos rose and returned to the conversation he had started before Azel ambushed him. The actor was watched a while longer with scrutinizing, pink eyes, before deciding that he seemed okay enough, and turned back to Vis.
He looked at her face for a moment, and then smiled, almost apologetically, with a row of white teeth showing.
“It’s okay”, he said, and then practicing something Geremia had tried desperately to teach him, offered clumsily: “I’m sorry you didn’t get to talk to the Flamen more.”
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Post by manabuns on Jan 8, 2019 15:08:04 GMT -6
Oh bother, the thought ripples through her mind as her pale lilac eyes survey the crowd. She's never lacked for confidence, but this is a little out of her usual comfort zone. She had wanted to help, that much she knew when the first murmuring of volunteers reached her petite ears. Better this way that the barbaric seizing of herself and the other serviles. At least she had a choice this way, but approaching the rather large crowd and it's myriad of voices, finds her steps slowing. From children's high pitched calls to the more reserved murmurings, she knows nearly none of them. The fellow serviles do give her brief moments of familiarity, if only for the dark district and perhaps a few social events. Still, there is a moment of pause, before Corine steels herself and flitters over on hummingbird wings. Landing down beside a group of equines, particularly the Flamen Tiresias. "I fear I'm a little late, but I'd still like to help." She says, wings settling against her sides.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 8, 2019 15:27:11 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene "Hey, don't worry about it!" Cody responded with a dip of their head. "Keep it if you must. We have a surplus of old cloths at home. I can scrounge one up somewhere." They would allow Yue to vanish into the crowd then, briefly watching as narrow, stripey legs disappeared somewhere in the crowd. Perhaps she had a master to tend to, or errands of her own to run.
With that, they would turn their attention back to the trio of slaves that still accompanied their side, keeping a pleasant smile riddled on their face. "House Soleil! Wow, what an honor that must be! You must be very well rewarded to be working for them! Have you been to the palace? What's it like?" Their ears perked with great interest towards Damian's rank. Perhaps they were already adopting their master's eager desires to brush shoulders with the likes of the house. The reputation of the Bradene household was very important to Emin Sonya.
Their ears swivel at Camielle with hints of interest, curious at the question. "You mean you don't know? Why--yes, exactly!" Thankfully, Damian provides a decent explanation. "But I lived around here until recently. My old masters run a winery around here, and in fact, I was hoping I might find them. After I was put in the Dark District and ... put up for sale again, they didn't have enough money to buy me back." Hesitation and sorrow began to drip into their voice as they lamented for their old owners; their family, practically.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 8, 2019 22:11:06 GMT -6
Lexi | Commoner
Pick up a piece. Toss it away. Pick up a piece. Toss it away. Lexi was making more of a mess than anything, but finally found something that obviously wasn't a bit of wall or ceiling. The pinkish teke that seemed to run in her family held the piece up for scrutiny, turning it this way and that. Oh. Just a broken piece of ceramic. She huffed and tossed it over her shoulder as a gentle voice called out to her. She looked around as her teke moved another stone. There was no missing such a flashy and unique equine. Nor the bridle they wore. "Oh, Phoenix," she said lazily. One of her sister's slaves. While she was not well acquainted with the other mare, it was hard to forget such a flashy coat. "Don't call me miss. It's Lexi." The tone was reprimanding, but not condescending. The pegasus looked back down at the rubble, and picked up a brightly colored piece of glass. She held it up to the light, which refracted some color back onto her dark face. "What do you think this was?" She asked, closing one eye and looking at the slave through the glass. A small sign that belied her age. Without waiting for an answer she tossed it back into the pile. "I was just seeing if there was anything worth saving in this mess. Doesn't seem to be." There was no point in lying to a slave about her intentions. It wasn't like they could do anything about it. Before she could say much else, though, a familiar screech rang through the air. Even if she hadn't seen Azel earlier, she would have been able to place that annoying sound anywhere. She stood on tip toe, wings stretching down as if to give a feeling of standing taller, to look around the crowd. She couldn't see her brother, but she could see the direction in which all the faces pointed, and another mare running through the crowd after the siren. At the crux of it all she saw a familiar face, that actor Ophos. Who knew what the entertainer had done to upset her brother, but she could hear the not-distant-enough screams of "You can't ignore me!" "Isn't that the truth?" she rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner, and gave a conspiratorial smile at the slave. Now completely distracted from her task she turned fully to Phoenix. "What's my sister got you out here doing today? Did she send you to clean up in her stead?" She rather liked Iscah - she imagined all of her siblings did, for the mare had practically raised them alongside Lilith - but she certainly couldn't imagine her out here among the dirt and rubble.
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(Mentioned: Phoenix, Azel, Ophos)
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 10, 2019 9:46:35 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan walked carefully, as to not disturb the heavy fabric that rested on his body. Pressed down by the vibrant red and gold clothing were his hideous, loathed fins.
He hadn’t really wanted to come. He shouldn’t have, perhaps. It would likely have been better to stay home in Oralee, where it was safe and no one saw him.
But, as Bale had insisted – damned be the man for being so stubborn and so utterly reasonable – it did not do Milan any good to keep hiding. Milan had promised to try and learn to live with his new appearance and going outside seemed like a logical first step.
Besides, he did want to help. It was his city – he loved this city. It was all he had ever really known, and although Milan was now wealthy and able to rub shoulders with the rich, it had not always been so.
Simpler times, perhaps. Good times, at least occasionally. Still, he did not miss his own profession and the burdens it had come with.
Milan surveyed the site with curiosity, his eyes picking up several groupings that had already formed. Many of the slaves seemed to be with each other, discussing as a large group. In a different direction he recognized a Flamen, and some other clearly wealthier residents of Aodh.
He was surprised they were there, but then again, the riots had touched so many.
With careful, measured steps, Milan moved towards the group of wealthier residents, but did not meet any of their eyes. He recognized Artisan Elune as well, and he knew one was an actor, although he did not recall their name.
Making sure his fins were still covered, he got near the rubble, and decided rather unceremoniously to clear off some of the wooden trash by allowing his relic’s power to flow through him – several broken wooden posts and other rubble immediately set aflame, quickly burned away by the heat of the green fire.
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Post by kruuja on Jan 10, 2019 10:17:22 GMT -6
VIS Thank the gods, Vis thought to herself as she returned Ophos' smile. She felt grateful, albeit a little embarrassed too for having bothered this stranger so brazenly. It had been worth it though and as the quick-witted stallion's attention moved elsewhere, so did the unicorn's when she felt Azel's eyes on her. An amused, but gentle smile settled on her face as the young foal promptly offered her his fumbling apologies, his short-lived furor apparently gone in one fell swoop. Such a sweet child, even if a bit naughty at times but aren't all foals? Her little siblings for sure had been. Shaking her head a little the Attendant murmured back: "Oh, don't worry about it. I can talk with the Flamen to my heart's content anytime, so how about we go see if there's something we can help with instead?" Naturally, any real work was strictly off-limits to Azel, but keeping the foal busy by playing pretend could be a feasible alternative. With some luck, she might even get a chance to help the other adults herself on the side, like she had hoped to do when leaving Fernos today. That pit-fighter had probably found something worthwhile to do too. With a clearly more joking tone, she pondered: "Or maybe there are some treasures to be found in the rubble if we look carefully? We better repay for those cookies somehow, before more of them disappear mysteriously." A whiff of smoke caught her attention, but she could not spot the source of the odd phenomenon. Seeing that nobody seemed to grow alarmed, the Attendant let it go as she waited to see if Azel was feeling more agreeable again after that little temper tantrum.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 10, 2019 16:15:00 GMT -6
P h o e n i X
☀ Aodh | Servile Slave ☀
"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."
~John Ray ☀
Phoenix was only slightly taken back when the child turned and spoke her name. The mare was well aware of Iscah’s numerous siblings, but she hadn’t realized she stumbled upon one of them, and she hadn’t met a most of them. But she smiled, taking the surprise all in stride as she was used to doing. Arching her neck and taking a few more delicate steps closer to the child, her elongated ears folded back at the reprimand. And she was quick to fix that issue as well for that would never stand.
“My apologies, Lexi. I can assure you it will never happen again.” Head dipped apologetically, but it seemed the child had already gotten over the minor transgression, and Phoenix moved to peer at the piece of glass Lexi had suddenly picked up. Looking through the shard of glass towards the youths face, the slave smiled gently. But she was unable to answer, both because she waited too long to answer, and also because she really had no idea. It could have been any number of things.
“How kind of you, Lexi. I am sure there is much that many wish to find and recover.” Either it was because Phoenix truly believed in the good, or she was playing along, no one would know. Her thoughts were shattered when a screech rang through the area and, watching Lexi look about in her adorable way, Phoenix figured it was likely someone Lexi knew. Eyes fell back down upon the girl when Lexi spoke, noting the rolling of her eyes and the sly smile. At the question, Phoenix smiled and even uttered a little laugh.
“I will be completely honest. I offered to help. The situation was far different when I was torn from your sisters side against our wills. But now that I have that freedom from that place, I wish to continue what we started.” She looked around to the others working, and a small frown flitted upon her face for a moment, before returning to a neutral expression as she looked back down at the girl.
“It is the right thing to do. This is our home.” The smile returned, “I might be too beautiful for work such as this, but the sooner we fix everything, the faster life can go back to normal."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 11, 2019 18:50:58 GMT -6
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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Orphos. Ah, yes, they had heard such a name be passed about. They could see while others may enjoy the acts of the theater, but for them, they could only go off of one's voice. Unless it was a particularly talented actor, Tiresias felt that the acts would be wasted on them, and it would be better suited for one blessed with vision.
Fortunately, they heard the tingling bell of Yue grow closer, and they were relieved. She could help with Rona better than they could... The whispered riddle let them give a soft breath of relief. They enjoyed being with the people of Valore, but now, they could understand Yue's apprehensions at the crowds. Even if they couldn't see them.
Rona blinked, looking at the pegasus mare, her nose scrunching in confusion. What is... The tip of her tongue poking through her lips as she stood in childish thought, she mercifully was quiet now. She had no idea what could be that fragile. "Yue, I don't think there is anything!" She finally said, stomping a little hoof.
"Thank you, Yue," Tiresias gratefully said to the servile slave, dipping their head. They supposed they had remained here for long enough. There was more to be done. More to aid. Once their baskets were empty, they would return to Palasa. But standing here, simply idling, wouldn't reach that goal. "I do believe it is time for us to move on." The Flamen said, dipping their head.
They could not tell who was still close or not, so the action was more out of politeness than anything else. "Come, Yue, Rona, we should continue on our way, there are more equines to aid. And Rona, child, if you behave yourself, I do believe we can spare a few cookies for you to take home to your father." They smiled lightly. And there could be some calm quiet at the sanctum for both the Flamen, their attendants, and Yue, with cool tea and their own sweets to eat at the sanctum.
Rona perked up, adjusting her grip on her own basket. "Da' will love the cookies!" She chirped, prancing forward eagerly. She stopped after a moment, looking towards the other colt who had caused the ruckus. "Bye!" She called to Azel before finally continuing on her way, with the Flamen and their entourage following.
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391 Words; Post 5
(FINAL POST FOR TIRESIAS = I loved doing the thread but there's too many people for me personally now, so I'm gonna need to drop this thread sadly. </3)SA | Flamen | Tiresias (They/Them)
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 12, 2019 13:45:45 GMT -6
Elune
Aodh - Artisan
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Elune normally wasn't known to fall for beautifull words and compliments, but this equine knew how to play his words. The hippocampi smiled as his words flattered her as she enjoyed the look of his blue eyes. She had a thing for blue eyes. They always reminded her off the ocean, her main source of inspiration.
But she shook her head as she had to stop thinking, quickly regaining her posture.
"I am afraid most of my painting were destroyed." She said stoic as she looked at the rubble. "But there is a positive side to this." She looked back to Ophos "This means they have to commission me again, which means more money." She let out a snall laugh. Of course it was terrible that her paintings were destroyed, but it means that there is more work for her. More work means more money. But it was not all about money of course, she enjoyed painting. Hoping that these new paintings will get her through her art block.
"But enough about me, tell me why you are here." She smiled. "Why would such a fine-looking equine like you be here? Shouldn't you be practicing for your next play?"
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jan 12, 2019 16:09:27 GMT -6
The moment that Ophos dropped to his knee in a bow Darling copied suit, keeping his eyes low and nose to the floor. It could hardly been seen that the master bowed and the slave did not. The pegasus' control and response to the situation was nothing short of perfect - and Darling definitely wasn't biased, it was just plain fact. Truly, who else could have calmed the situation so swiftly, so flawlessly? Why, Ophos had even been able to turn the situation to his own advantage by managing to extend an invite to a guest of such esteem, whose presence could only be an affirmation of the splendor and worth of one of his plays. Could he do no wrong? Was he secretly smug about the sheer excellence of his master? Absolutely. Could he overstate this excellence? Absolutely not. He dipped his head respectfully when the actor glanced back at him, and dropped it deeper in acknowledgement of the unspoken grant of absence. Truthfully the servile had little desire to go and mingle with other slaves, especially if he was going to be expected to do something as menial as clear rubble like some lowly labor slave, but an invitation from a master was not something that you rejected. He would make the most of the situation. He backed up a few steps before turning away and with a swish of his tail cast his eyes over the gathered crowd. There were certainly quite a few horses gathered in this particular area, all walks of life congregating in the same place and brushing shoulders. It was ...odd. Darling wasn't used to seeing it and certainly didn't share any kind of sentiment that it was beautiful, or poetic, or symbolic. It was just strange. He'd be grateful when this great city returned to some semblance of normalcy after all of the chaos of recent times. He picked up a few small chunks of rubble in his teke - not because he felt any obligation to help out but because his actions reflected on his master. If he was seen to be helping then by extension so was his master, which did no-one any harm. He was glad to have the use of his teke restored to him (so generous and kind was his amster!) for cleaning up without it would be an awful thing for him to have to bear. He didn't have to though, so it was fine. He picked his way over to one of the carts, determined not to chip a hoof in this mess as he deposited his measly contribution of help. Obligatory contribution made, he turned his attentions instead to a far more enjoyable activity - flirting. There were so many horses about it was almost difficult to choose who to yearn attention from lavish affection on. "You're rather too beautiful to be out here amongst all this mess, aren't you?" he asked softly, sidling up alongside and looking sidelong at the equine whilst plucking absently at pieces of rubble with his teke - because 'helping'.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 15, 2019 21:17:13 GMT -6
Lexi | Commoner
Lexi ignored Phoenix's suggestion at Lexi's good will. Trust a slave to see good intentions in everything - or to pretend they did anyway. Instead, she listened complacently to the slave's explanation of her presence. Her eyebrows raised a little at the reminder of the recent dilemma with the labor force. Of course Lexi hadn't truly forgotten that the slaves had all been forced into the Dark District, and then only returned home if the owners paid for them. It's just that it hadn't really concerned or effected her. Sure, even the slaves of House Soleil had not been spared the sentence, but Lexi had hardly paid attention. There was less horses to bug or play with that weren't her obnoxious siblings, but she always found someone. And, of course, once it had come time to buy back the slaves, the House was not short on money with which to reclaim them. And it wasn't like she had her own slave, so it had all just kind of happened in the periphery of her mind, with no thought of how it had affected the slaves involved. Even now, reminded of the situation, the emotion behind the mare's words hardly reached Lexi. She gave a brief nod, more to show she was listening than that she empathized. She almost interjected at 'this is our home' however. It was meant in a round-about way, the filly supposed, but not in literal enough of a sense for Lexi to care about. Her home was undamaged. Leave this clean-up to those that it actually bothered. But Phoenix's last words caught her by surprise, and she barked out a laugh. Iscah had taught the slave her worth, that was for sure! "You're right. You are definitely too good for such things." Lexi would play along. "As am I. But there's nothing better to do right now, huh? With everyone else cleaning or out evacuating the towns." She turned back to the pile of rubble, as if sizing it up to find a good place to start. "Alright, you clean up, and if you find anything that looks weird or cool, let me know. I'll look over here." She didn't exactly specify that she'd help, but neither did she say that she wouldn't.
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