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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 3, 2019 10:04:07 GMT -6
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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 3, 2019 10:10:36 GMT -6
Ming: The Lost
Ringing in my ears
I was deaf to you
Gripping so tightly, I start bleeding through
And my body was thin
Clinging to you
I was clinging to all the things I thought I knew
So much has happened since the dy Shale had dragged the three of them out. How words cut deeper then any sword, how they all were faced with a simple decision. Who would they side with? WOuld they make a change? Could they be something better? Ming shook her head gravely, this was a lot once more placed on their shoulders a lot to deal with far more then she had assumed anyone else would know of.
Ming agreed with Ammy and they choose to become Vindcators, to fight against slavery and the wrong that had been placed. A part of her had always yearned to go home, to a place she knew so well. Yet a part of her wondered... Would she find a home there? If slavery was abolished, where would she go then? All her life, she served with a grateful heart.
A sigh escaped her lips as she looked around, everyone with some sense of purpose, a cause to follow, a place to go home to. Ming bit her lower lip, trying to find some sense for herself, she supposed it was best to maybe find someone to help her out a bit, to train. She knew nothing about fighting, only defending, it was her reason of being.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jun 3, 2019 22:05:46 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Coffee and Pistols for Two?
The last couple of days (or were they weeks?) were slow and left him feeling sluggish. He was still haunted by the things he'd seen on their latest patrol. Burning bodies weren't new to him, it was the slaves and children that were slaughtered along with them. The bodies that led his small party to the carnage told their story of being chased down even when they tried to flee. That pale colt littered with purple and reds made his stomach twist and churn every time the image ripped its way through his mind.
He'd been stuck in a Haze since that day. Mulling over every word the Kirins had said as he watched his bustling family of Vindicators from a distant place. What was to become of them? He couldn't help but see time and time again the pride on their lips, the wild grins and blood caked teeth; the teeth of wild dogs. How could he or any of them believe a creature that took such pleasure in the horror they inflicted on innocent lives, How could they be sure they'd stop at Eithne. Would it matter even if they didn't?
A heavy sigh left him as he swept over the face around him once more. A dark part of him could almost see them in smoldering pyres, bald and charred. He needed a Drink.
Then a familiar color stuck out from the crowd. Speckles of orange and black on pinkened white. That ridiculous shaved tail that reminded him of a mouse brought an appreciative smile to his lips. Mouse wasn't that unfitting for how, well, mousy the mare had been since joining them. But she had Potential. A strength her privileged companions might not have given her credit for.
Was that what made her so Intriguing?
Pondering a second he decided to approach. Everyone else seemed to ignore her in their own preparations, and he needed something to take his mind off of their imminent doom between the Kirins or Aodh themselves with their location compromised.
"You look lost, little mouse." An Aodhian accent rang out, slurred by the mixtures of accents around him but holding onto its native tune. It was kind. As kind as his smile that could almost be contagious were she under different circumstances. "Ming, was it?"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jun 5, 2019 21:15:22 GMT -6
Ming: The LostAnd if the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you just lay down and dig your grave Or will you rail against the dying day It was odd to feel a lack of purpose, no reason for being. Teeth grazed her bottom lip as she glanced around, Ammy was no where to be seen, probably out with Shale doing something. Everyone was doing something, yet her? Well she served? She was good at fetching things, cleaning things up, offering whatever bits of knowledge she had. But as for value in anything worth wild? Well that was a different story. Lost in thoughts she jumped as Damianus spoke to her.
"Little mouse?" she asked once her heart stopped racing from the sudden startle. Though a smile tugged at her lips as she chuckled at that. Guess she was bit of one, if maybe someone squinted enough. "Oh yes, it's well.. Complicated. I think I like Ming best." she chuckled embarrassingly. it was hard to explain how Frannie felt like someone else anymore. She was not the young girl, but a part of her wishing she was still that girl, who knew what she was, where to be, and what to do. She enjoyed her work with Ammy, was that so wrong?
"Damianus, sorry. I get a bit swept up in thoughts anymore.. Everything is well different." she laughed a bit nervously. "Feeling out of place I guess? Maybe you know of something I can do, to be of use? Serve?" she tilted her head, eyes met his but for a second, before looking down, some old habits hard to break when speaking to those higher up on the totem pole then herself.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jun 6, 2019 1:31:27 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Coffee and Pistols for Two?
Damianus shuffled his feet lightly when the speckled mare startled, half expecting her to bolt or one of those pink bubbles to flash between them. He'd admit his first impression wasn't the best. He caught himself glancing at the spot Verun's knife had bit into her flesh, it made him feel that rare ting of regret. Still managing a smile while she repeated his nickname of choice.
An eyebrow raised when Ming mentioned it being complicated and that it was the name she favored. He thought back to their first meeting. The Frenzied screams of the Boy King had used another, hadn't they? Frannie. Well, If Frannie was her slave name, perhaps they'd been wrong about her not understanding what it meant to be one. "I get it. If there's any you prefer I'll gladly use it." He figured all of them would, out of her group she was the one the vindicators favored. At least, he did, anyway. The others weren't slaves, just enablers.
He perked at her apology, confused with furrowed brows, smile dropping momentarily. Different? The bunker was different to a Slave of a King. Freedom, he'd seen too many slaves not know what to do with themselves when nobody was telling them. He hoped she'd be able to handle it, not all of them could. He remembered them too.
Serve. The term made him snort. It didn't have to be a Slave term, Damianus Served The vindicators with his life, but he knew that wasn't her case. Not Yet. The evasion of her eyes didn't go unnoticed. With the shake of his head and a smile, he responded with a sense of pride in his tone. "We don't serve here. We aren't Slaves. You, aren't a slave." He dipped his head to tower over her a little less, he was still too tall to really meet her eyes in their downcast position. "No Kings. Not even a Warlord. We don't fight just to put you in another cage."
To be truthful, he wasn't exactly sure what most of the Vindicators were up to. He didn't spend a lot of time actually in the Bunker. Dinah hadn't made an official statement yet on what they were going to do and tensions were rising between some of them. Even if he did, he doubted there would really be anything she could do being so new. He lifted his head to look across the area, looking somewhat bored. "As for something to do. What do you feel like doing? I'm game for anything." It was true. Things got boring around here and while a good spar was preferable, he really didn't want to break his new friend. At the very least he'd get credit for showing a newbie the ropes instead of having to join in on whatever the rest were doing.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jun 6, 2019 11:06:26 GMT -6
Ming: The LostAnd if the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you just lay down and dig your grave Or will you rail against the dying day Oh, she thought as he remarked how he would use whatever she preferred. That was not expected, honestly she assumed a bit of the worst, they of course did not get off to the best of starts. Brow arose curiously as he remarked with, what was the word she wanted to say? Perhaps Proudly? Hmm close but not enough,oh yes he spoke valiantly about the Vindicators. Ming has heard it a bit before, the liberators of the slaves, though was that all the did? She had heard Shale talk of going back to their roots of being heroes for all, and she found it odd, that the idea sounded quite intriguing. He spoke of her being free, no longer in some gilded cage. Ming never really thought of that.
"It's not like it was terrible for myself being a slave, it was my whole life, I knew what to do, I had a routine and I was trained for it, like you to your weapons." she hoped maybe it would clarify things a bit. "It's different with Ammy, they aren't like others. We are best friends, its why I haven't left them." though as she peered around Ammy was still no where to be found, but it seemed Ammy had once more left again leaving her. The thought did not bode well as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Many mentioned if she wasn't the slave she so proclaimed, how was it she was always tagging along after Ammy like some lost pup. But look she wasn't doing that was she?
What would you like to do, he asked and she was slightly taken back by that. She wasn't normally asked that, her work as been follow, follow and follow, from Aodh, to Breim to now here. "I want to..." she paused, what exactly would she want to do. "Oh I vote either exploring, I heard others talk about some cave, or maybe you could show me how to use a weapon?" Cheeks flustered as she wasn't really used for a battle equine, but after being nearly killed, a dagger thrown at her, perhaps wielding a weapon would perhaps be a good step forward
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Post by Rhaenera on Jun 6, 2019 14:17:35 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Coffee and Pistols for Two?
It always came back to the horses the freed mentioning how it wasn't so bad for them. Maybe a Part of him could understand the naivety of a pampered slave. Maybe. "I was a slave once. Was just a Kid so nothing that bad happened to me by the time I was smuggled out. It would have though. Would have happened to you too." He stared at her a moment. He felt bad trying to tell her these things. One of the only times in his life he wasn't so sure the King hadn't cared about her. He still remembered the way the kid broke their cover calling her name. It was true fear. He'd seen it in enough eyes to know. "They couldn't protect you from everything." She still wore the City's crest in her flesh despite the king being her friend. He remembered that, but he didn't say it.
After his short preach, he was still weighing the two given options of what to do. He knew, in the end, it was still someone telling her what to do. He wasn't sure if she'd done it intentionally but he didn't dwell on it. Breaking chains was easy, it was the one in the mind that were the hardest; couldn't take an Axe to those.
He didn't favor the idea of the Cave. Small damp walls and spaces even smaller than the bunker. Would he even fit? That and this was the Onean wilderness, Gods knew what could be making it's home in there. What if Aodh showed up while they were inside? He rolled his eyes at himself when he realized he was thinking too much. Why couldn't he be careless like he used to be, but he was smaller then.
"Caves could be a lot of fun, but something could eat us out here." He chortled. He figured the mare had never seen a wild bear or a Snow leopard in the city. Hell, maybe not even a Lynd worm. Not that he'd ever seen one either, but there's a first time for everything, right? "Have a weapon preference?"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jun 6, 2019 16:00:06 GMT -6
Ming: The LostAnd if the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you just lay down and dig your grave Or will you rail against the dying day Eyes widen as he spoke of being a slave once. "You were?" she asked curiously, her eyes roaming over his form, wondering if he to was branded in some shape or form like herself. One on her stomach from Deidra, and the other on her chest given from the 'Kings order' Ammy had told her the truth, it wasn't meant to happen. "Did you want to escape when it happened?" she asked him curiously. Though she looked down quickly "Sorry if that's too much." Head shaking lightly. "I know how it feels to be pried and picked apart at." she chuckled that little hollow laugh a bit. His other statement made her glance away eyes looking at something far away. "I suppose. But I guess I went through enough, nearly killed in my own bed, chased out of my home, left to the world with no sun and many eyes then here I am. I guess you're right. They couldn't do anything." she sighed a bit chuckling faintly.
Eyes glanced to him, offering him a light smile, blue eyes watching him, a time before she would have been afraid to be in his mere presence, he reminded her of those that fought in the pits, but looks are deceiving as she had learned. Silly thing, she mused, her emotions lighting up as she was one to never spend much time on them.
She smiled brightly as she spoke of the caves being fun, until he mentioned of something could eat them, and she let out a squeak before jumping closer to him eyes glancing about as if he was trying to hint something was out and about, a slight pink light flickering in and out. Though seeing nothing she looked up him, her eyes twinkling as she playfully shoved him with her shoulder. A prank maybe? "I think learning a weapon would be good." she mused chuckling. "Could use you for target practice." she laughed sticking her tongue playfully out at him. "I don't think I want a dagger, maybe a sword? I already have a sheild" she smiled brightly covering the two in her pink force field with a large smile on her face saying she wasn't as useless as seemed.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jun 7, 2019 1:26:24 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Coffee and Pistols for Two?
He was caught somewhat off guard when the mare asked him if he wanted to be smuggled out of Aodh. Of course he wanted to leave that place, he wasn't a naive child, he knew what would happen to him. He purposely forgot to answer the question when Ming continued to admit Amadeus wasn't able to keep her from harm. Normally they felt triumph when breaking someone out of their mental chains but this was heavier. It was Sad. Nobody could really keep someone away from all harm, Not even a friend, but at least they'd be friends; not Slave and Master.
A full-hearted hearty laugh filled the space around them when the poor thing had jumped against him and Pink fluttered around them at mention of something being out there. The playful shove from the little mouse felt about as small as one compared to his size and weight. Still, he kept a laugh and teetered on his front legs as if she had actually taken him off guard, something he did with the Cadets as a bit of a confidence booster. "Nothin going to get you here. Too much movement around the bunker."
"That and we chase off anything that gets to close so the Cadets don't become Dinner." He chuckled to himself at the last comment. Wasn't entirely a lie, but it didn't really happen that often either. He looked her over a minute seemingly weighing her weapon of choice to her body mass. A well-weighted sword with good movement in well-practiced teke was a force to be reckoned with. He smiled at her comment about practicing on him and the little flicker of the Shield, it was more of an ornery smirk. "Thought you'd go for something more ranged. If you think you can handle it, I don't question you. Think you were the most ready for blood back when we found you."
While he walked a couple of steps to retrieve a wooden sword, usually used for Cadet training, he to answer her question from before. His history was no secret, and if he wanted her to trust him there was no good in hiding vulnerabilities. He still had troubles looking at a person when he talked about these things. "Yeah. Parents were slaves. Small, Damp stalls aren't so nice. I wanted out." He turned back with it, glancing at her occasionally but not keeping it long. His size and steady voice couldn't hide the way he felt and somehow looked like a Colt again. "Was scared. Knew what was going to happen to me. I prayed to Ignacio to save me. Guess he listened." He managed a soft smile, handing the weapon handle first towards her. "Most of us have a story like that. Some worse than mine. We're the lucky ones." The truth was humbling, but it also came with a sense of Guilt. They all dedicated their luck of being alive to giving others that chance, but they couldn't save them all. That was the worst feeling, and now the Kirins were threatening to take what they could do away from them.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jun 12, 2019 16:22:49 GMT -6
Ming: The LostAnd if the sun don't shine on me today And if the subways flood and bridges break Will you just lay down and dig your grave Or will you rail against the dying day Quite an unladylike snort escaped from Ming as she watched Damianus laugh, though there was merriment seen within her eyes and she was quick to follow suit laughing along wiht him. It was good, it was... really nice. Though with his comment of Cadets being dinner she causally glanced around, another quick check wouldn't hurt right?
"You know someone else said the same thing to me, when I was eyeing a sword. I.." she paused thinking a bit. "I think I've stayed to long in the background, I want to be a hero this time. I want to do good" she smiled brightly as she knew it had to sound childish, but living a life on the outside of things, she wanted to fully be apart of it this time around. She was free and bound to make mistakes, but at least it would be of her own violation.
As she watched him go and get a wood sword for training, she was about to follow suit until his words stopped her. Held her in place as she listened very intently onto each word. Ears flickered back as she understood his fear in a sense. At a young age she was thrown into a life that was chosen for her, could have killed her becoming a taste taster, her life being measured as less then to another. Though she was lucky enough to survive and from it bloomed into a friendship with the King. A lucky life she had, but as she listened to him. "I'm glad you were able to get out. Glad I got to know you a bit better too. I had to admit first impression was a little rough" she teased him. Though as he remarked of praying to Ignacio she slightly winced at that, she too had prayed, prayed for it all, but he gave her a blessing and thus vanished from her. He was not there for her in the caves that nearly drove her mad, but another was... Digend.
"I guess we all are lucky in a sense, to be standing to, to be alive." she smiled a bit sadly. "But it's hard you know..." she looked to him sadly. "Hard to go against everything you know, my way of life. Im sure it was for others as well. Hard to adjust, to comprehend it all. Does it get easier? Do they get better?" she asked a hopefully sign herself might be able to do the same. She took the sword in her teke, th weight was odd, and it felt so strange to hold it even it being made of wood. She eyed it warily, as moved it a bit, just testing it out.
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Post by Rhaenera on Aug 24, 2019 16:32:11 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
Coffee and Pistols for Two?
"My First impressions usually are," he quipped, a thoughtful look on his face. Deep down, every slave understood what it meant to be one. Knew the fear of being entirely at the mercy of another who owned them. To be powerless against a fate chosen for them. In her empathy, Damianus knew despite her upbringing and how closely she trusted her Boy King, that she understood that too.
"Sorry about that, by the way. The kid is a little.. knife happy, wasn't really supposed to be there." He teased. He still felt a pang of guilt when it came to the incident. There wasn't much he could have actually done to stop it and Verun had turned the situation to their advantage with that strategic, well-aimed throw. He only wished it hadn't hit the only Slave out of the three of them.
He watched her weigh the sword in her teke, pondering over what she said and asked. Being a Vindicator was refreshing, liberating, it felt Good to do Good, but that couldn't always be the case. There were sad stories with them just like everyone else.
"It's hard, yes. After a life of being told who you are, being allowed to choose is terrifying, no doubt." He answered, "Some are ready for it. Some struggle, but we help them along the way. Several of our own struggled." His expression saddened lightly. His posture shifting into something more thoughtful. How many freed had he seen struggle with the transition? How many had he seen fail? "But it isn't for everyone. We've been refused before. Sometimes.. they can't handle the change. There is nothing we can do about them."
"But you're strong, One of the most fierce I've met to date. You've got what it takes." He said with a wink, his grim expression replaced by a reassuring smile in his voice. "Willing to fight for what's right. For the people you love. We need more like you."
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