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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 9:51:34 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 502: Whistleblowing Team Leader: Illidis Participants: Alois, Butler, Caron, Faiza, Fumio, Galloway, Hawthorne, Jenko, Umbra. 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'DPrompt: A startlingly large part of a servile’s life is just waiting around. You’re brought along everywhere like a favorite pet or handbag, but your owners always seem to leave you just outside where the interesting things happen. Currently they’re all in that room being flustered over something or other and congratulating themselves on their self importance. Basically, just like every other day. In the meantime, however, you seize the chance to do some actual socializing with others of your rank. As you turn your gaze to your fellows, you wonder if anyone has anything important to share... and fail to realize that not everyone among you is the same rank. Location: Valore, Hearthstone Palace, Waiting Room Time of Day: Morning Current Weather: Clear, Cool Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:34:09 GMT -6
It was worrisome to be here. In the Hearthstone Palace, that was, located in a extravagant white and gold marble room, decorated comfortably for the slaves who waited for their masters in the Peers Court. But despite the comfortable adornments and spacious room, Illidis did not feel safe lounging about, his hoof lightly tapping on the floor out of anxiety while his gaze darted from side to side. Perhaps it was the fact that his entire world had been uprooted, for his old master had died, and now was owned by a new equine, Dorjan. It hadn't been for very long either. But, perhaps... It was something else. Something more secret. Sinister. Something that made him paranoid. For the past few months, he had felt... On edge, constantly looking behind himself and on guard. He knew things that he probably shouldn't. Made conclusions that might not be true. But he felt it in his gut. Months before this day, he had been invited to a meeting with Isador, or, rather, Luciano had, and he merely accompanied him. But in that meeting, Illidis heard things that had... Worried him. Isador seemed to speak of removing the king, the young Amadeus. Of taking him away, locking him up, placing the whole of Aodh under new leadership. Many at that meeting had either agreed to stand with Isador and support him, or had said nothing, remaining neutral. Illidis himself had been the only one to speak, to say he disapproved of these ideas, and question why they would want to do away with a child? He regretted it. It brought attention to him. He lost someone who had considered him somewhat of a friend. It placed Isador's eyes on him. It only grew worse later on.
The assassination of the young king, only a few months before. The moment Illidis had heard of the events that happened... He knew. He knew that Isador had played a heavy hoof in those events, perhaps even arranged it himself. Ignacio above, when imprisoned for being in the area, and questioned, he even confessed to the meeting he had attended, saying exactly what happened, and that he thought this was due to Isador! But all it had done had gained him harsh words from the Chevalier there, slamming him against the wall and roaring at him. Why would anyone listen to a slave? ...Why would anyone pay attention to a slave?
It was an advantage of sorts, he supposed... Being a slave, especially one known to be timid and obedient to a fault, how could he be suspected by anyone other then Isador himself? Who had come and pardoned him and the rest of the detained equines, stating his ravings were merely out of fear? Shaking off the tinge of adrenaline and worry the memory brought, Illidis focused on the present, again looking over the companions in the room, mingling quietly, but leaving the room mostly silent. He wanted to prove that the king's death was by the hand of his adviser. He needed to find the right crowd. To find allies... And here he was, an extravagant, silent white marble room, surrounded by eight other slaves. Slaves who he may be able to talk to, to convince, to find help in. They could maybe try to work together, to spread this... Conspiracy. Theory? Illidis saw it as more of a theory, one that he just... Needed evidence for. He needed time, resources. Friends.
Taking a brief look around the room, Illidis looked over all of the equines in it. He knew some of them. Galloway and Jenko, other pit fighters that he remembered from the Crucible. Some of the others he vaguely recognized, perhaps had seen around town, but he could not surely place them. He just... Hoped the others would be willing to listen to him if he spoke... How should he go about this? Working the bit of his bridle in his mouth, he looked down at the marble under his foot, before lifting his gaze once again and clearing his throat. "A-Ah... It's... Interesting being in the Palace." He started in a gentle tone, cringing a bit inside. He didn't want to start off awkwardly. But he couldn't think of anything better to say that wasn't outright jumping into things. And that was probably the worst way he could go about this. "I've never been inside before," he continued, trying to simply gain attention for now.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 15, 2017 20:29:17 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
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This year had been quite a tumultuous year for Gallow. The most exciting thing that happened to him was usually an injury from the fights. But he had had more of his fair share of surprises. Now he was standing within the palace walls in a lavishly built room. He had been hoping to be near where the action was, but instead it was with the lower civilians of Valore. Though he knew these horses might have some sort of interesting news themselves. They were the ghosts of the city at times and would learn things others would only dream of knowing.
The pit fighter Gallow knew as Illidis spoke up gently. Gallow never quite understood how the stallion fought when he was always so nervous, but he had seen him in action. "It's a first for me as well. Though I'd say it's a little much for my tastes. I'm Galloway by the way," he nodded towards the six other bodies in the room he was stranger too. "Pretty exciting though." He looked towards Umbra and Jenko and smiled. He was glad to see his son once more and to be with his best friend.
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Post by misttheelf on Dec 15, 2017 22:07:53 GMT -6
Oh, how droll. Standing outside the room where Shiya and a bunch of other nobles had some sort of meeting. Caron chuckled to themselves, thinking on how much Shiya probably wanted out of it. But as it was, they were among fellow slaves, and they could loosen their facade... Just a little though, in the event, a passing noble would see them, or the door to the meeting room open suddenly. Their facade was what allowed them to slip under the Sea hag's radar, after all.
"The palace is a magnificent piece of architecture, that much is for certain..." Caron hummed, looking around. "Though I wish they had left some sweets out here for us..." They lamented briefly. "Well, since introductions have started, my name is Caron." They gave a small bow of their head, glancing briefly among the others present. There wasn't much to do here in the waiting room, aside from gossip among themselves... Might as well be polite about it. They had no reason to not be, after all. And being rude may just produce an enemy... And a few of those present certainly looked to be stronger than them.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Dec 16, 2017 5:42:00 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTERIt’s been a few months since the assassination. The thought of being in the building where Amadeus was murdered made him swallow hard. A child. How cruel. He glanced at Umbra. Granted, Umbra was younger but he was a child still. It could have been him for all I know… He then glanced at Galloway and thanked Ignacio for being with him.
How many were present? He didn’t recognize all of them. He did recognize Alois from the incident in Breim. Jenko wondered how the mare was holding up. He also recognized Illidis, a fellow pit figter whom he never had the chance to properly introduce himself to. Perhaps now was the time to do so. Jenko thought he was very attractive despite his nervousness.
It felt weird not having his master by his side, though. He was so used to following her around. it’s not like he didn’t feel at ease either. He was surrounded by his kin after all. Slaves, all of them. It made him more aware of his rank as well. Sure, he shouldn’t have to worry about formalities around them but he wasn’t planning on being impolite either. He knew better. What if his master suddenly entered the room? He wouldn’t want to taint her reputation. She was too kind to him. He loved her too much to do that to her.
However, he did allow himself to take a good look around, muttering a “wow” under his breath. You’d think he was used to Aodh’s magnificent architecture by now. He had seen many stunning places after all. His master’s place, the Ignis Sanctum and the Azar Sanctum were one thing. This, this was something else entirely. This room alone was probably worth more than Lady Scarlette’s property.
“-Ah… It’s… Interesting being in the Palace.” Jenko smiled as Illidis spoke. Should he approach him? He wanted to introduce himself and there wasn’t much else to do anyways. Surely mingling with others wouldn’t hurt?
“It is! I never thought I’d set hoof in the Palace either. Like, ever. It’s overwhelming yet humbling. Does that make sense?” he asked whilst cocking his head to the side a bit, smiling softly as he approached Illidis. “Between you and I, I’ve always wondered what it looked like on the inside. It’s even grander than I thought.” Galloway had joined in as well and another equine introduced themselves as Caron. “I’m Jenko, for those who don’t know me. It’s a pleasure meeting you all.” He said, flashing his most charming grin whilst returning the polite gesture. “Ah, it’s a good thing they didn’t bring sweets if you ask me. I can’t exactly control myself around them.” He chuckled “Besides, my profession requires a strict diet. I can’t afford to eat them regularly, unfortunately.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 8:52:43 GMT -6
FAIZA
Faiza was used to fancy buildings, she lived in Cinder Hall, after all. Escorting Aleksei here was just another task, just like waiting outside the Court. These days it made her somewhat nervous to leave the Eminent to his own devices, but then again, she was right next room. Surely it would be fine.
She had settled to standing aside with a rather blank expression, until the slaves started talking. She had nothing against slaves, not as long as they knew their place. She would have even called Aleksei's pit fighter Ramiro somewhat of a friend. Granted, she had thought leaving the pit fighter home would have saved her from looking at lovesick pit fighters, but you know. It was what it was.
At first, she wasn't going to include herself into the conversation. Not until she clued in that she wasn't viewed as a Chevalier, because surely then the slaves would have behaved differently. For a passing moment she felt a bit irritated, even though she was not in her Chevalier outfit. She had decided to trust that her Force Fields would do the trick, if needed. Then, she decided that this was actually interesting.
"Yes, rather beautiful", she mused looking at the others nodding, and feigned an almost shy smile: "I'm Alaina."
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 16, 2017 13:46:01 GMT -6
Umbra~Servile SlaveUmbra was ecstatic to be in the palace. It was so big and pretty. Sure, Lord Caspian's house was large and pretty, but it wasn't nearly so extravagant. The colt ran around the room, taking in every little detail of the room they stood in. He was careful not to touch anything, of course. If he broke something, he'd certainly be in big trouble. But, he was not a clumsy foal, so he didn't find any reason to worry about such things so much.
Umbra settled down once he'd seen everything there was to see up close. He then ran to Galloway's side. He nestled against his father, happy to see him once again. It seemed so convenient that their owners were both of such prestigious ranks. Umbra smiled at Jenko from where he stood. It was also nice getting to see the other pit fighter since it had been so long since he had.
Umbra also recognized two other faces. He'd seen Illidis at many meetings before. He seemed like a nice stallion, after all, he had defended the old king. He also recognized the quieter horse that stood in a corner, but that one didn't matter so much to him. "You'd really ruin your whole diet by eating a couple treats?" Umbra giggled at Jenko. It was funny trying to picture the pit fighter as anything but the lean fighting machine he was. "I'm Umbra." The colt chirped to anyone else in the room who might not have known. He then focused on the warmth that his father gave off by leaning into him.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 16, 2017 17:02:16 GMT -6
 BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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Quietly the stallion held himself with pride unusual for a servile slave and watched as some of the others in the room gazed wide eyed at the overwhelming beauty of the Hearthstone Palace. It was amusing to say the least seeing the small child, now known as Umbra, skitter around in an effort to absorb the entirety of the room before finally settling at Galloway's side. This wasn't the lean stallion's first time being in the palace, the grandeur of the architecture was familiar to him, being Eminent Juliet's slave had its perks to say the least. For a moment he wondered what Juliet was doing during her vacation in Haven, how she might be using both her body and words to manipulate those around her even during her 'down time', bending them to her will and advantage.
His small ears perked, listening with only slight interest at the idle chatter that seemed to spring up within the group, Butler knew it was inevitable but even so he had never enjoyed partaking in such meaningless exchanges. Golden eyes scanned those around him, scrutinizing each with an unfair expectation. He would keep to himself until his opinion of the others was more solid, or until he was directly addressed by the others, being around Juliet since birth had caused the mare to rub off on him some. Best to know friend from foe before letting ones guard loosen...they all seemed friendly enough so far but who knew what each could be hiding behind a welcoming smile. Personally he had plenty.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 16, 2017 20:16:59 GMT -6
Fumio | Servile Slave
The glitz and glamor of Valore was enough to overwhelm even new generation Breim horses. It was no surprise that to Fumio, the sight of the palace turned his stomach. The old stallion's eyes snapped between the fresco ceiling, the golden moldings, the marble floors, and his fellow slaves. Most of them were born in their expensive shackles. Fumio had not been.
Being in this palace, the cornerstone of Aodh and it's culture, was something that Fumio had wished for most of his life. He had expected when he did visit it would be as a foreign professor from Nariah University on sabbatical, quenching his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Could he have predicted his kidnapping, life would have been very different.
Still, after nearly 2 years of slavery, the scientist's hope was stronger than ever. Very recently, he had been bought by Leila and her mother, a mother-daughter pair set on smuggling him to slavery. But all in due time... Until then, he was working as a tutor for Leila, teaching her all he knew. Behind closed doors, he was free across the family's estate. Here, in the heart of Valore, he had to return to his facade.
That is why, when the other slaves spoke up, Fumio remained quiet. He fiddled with his glasses, periwinkle teke standing out against all the gold of his surroundings. When Jenkko spoke, the old man frowned. Grand. Humbling.
The palace was nothing but the source of this inequity. Bloodlines and all that Aodhian garbage. Look, there was even a child. A child that someone had the gall to say they OWNED.
From his corner, the Breimian's thickly accented voice muttered, "Fumio," and that was all.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 18, 2017 11:49:32 GMT -6
Internally heaving a sigh of relief, Illidis relaxed some. It seemed like this was a good little bit of small talk. No one got bristly, everyone seemed open to speak. Good... He didn't want anyone getting riled up before he... He took a short deep breath to try and calm himself.
His green gaze trailed over the ones introducing themselves. He knew Galloway, which made him relax a little. Familiar faces were always nice. Caron was new. A bit... Stuffy? He didn't get the most relaxed energy from him.
Illidis' ears twitched at Jenko's exclaiming, his head raising to look over at him while he approached. He gave a soft nod, "I understand that," he replied. Ah. A little bit of charming arrogance... Well, as long as he didn't... Lash out when... Illidis tried to shake the thought. He didn't want to get jumped, or cornered by everyone here if they didn't like what he said. It would draw too much attention. Questions. Potentially even death. He didn't want that...
Zoning out for a moment, Illidis clawed his way back down, only hearing the tail end of Jenko's words, choosing to chime in with a quiet, "A-Ah, yes, same." to try and cover up his lack of attention.
He tried to note down the names of the rest of the equines speaking. Galloway, Caron, Jenko, Alaina, Umbra... One didn't say anything, and that drew Illidis' attention. His gaze moved away from Jenko to the dark stallion looking over them all. Who was he? ...Should he address him? No, no, just, keep things quiet, draw attention to himself only when he chose to actually spoke.
His gaze flicked to the corner where an older mule stood, who spoke with a strange accent. Fumio. Okay... Drawing in a deep breath for a moment, Illidis looked down at the polished marble floor, tapping his hoof on the ground lightly.
"...I don't think that Isador should be the one living and ruling from here instead of King Amadeus." He said, softly, but trying to stay loud enough for others to hear. Oh Gods... Try, just try, be confident, the more confident he was, the less likely it was for them to try and attack him... Right? Lifting his head and taking another deep breath. "...I just... I don't think he deserves the place on the throne," he tried to continue, struggling to figure out how to best say this all without making others furious.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Dec 18, 2017 15:13:36 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
“I’m afraid so, buddy. Gotta stay fly no matter what the cost.” He said. He liked Umbra. He had liked him the day they met at the Crucible. So, the colt had found his father one way or another after all. The thought made him smile. Over time, he had grown fond of the small colt as if it were his own. As for the others, Jenko paid no mind to the nameless stallion nor Fumio for that matter. He simply rolled his eyes at the latter’s curt introduction. Geez, grumpy much? Must be the old bones kicking in. Not that he cared. He was too busy ogling Illidis anyway. Until his fellow pit fighter spoke up.
Wait.
Hold up.
What did he just say? Did he hear that right? Jenko blinked a few times first, then shook his head vigorously. “… I just… I don’t think he deserves the place on the throne.”
He did hear that right. “D-dude…Quiet down.” Not that it was possible but what else was he supposed to say? “I’m all for equines speaking their mind but don’t you think you’re being a little dangerous here? The walls have ears, man. Especially in the Palace.” He whispered through gritted teeth as his gaze eventually landed on the stallion that hadn’t introduced himself. “I mean… No offense but you never know who might be listening.” He added, yet his tone was not unfriendly nor angry.
Truth be told, he hadn’t been particularly impressed with Amadeus’ reign but he sure as Hell wasn’t going to express his thoughts out loud. Especially not in the Palace. It was odd enough to be in the waiting room already. Why wasn’t he allowed to be with his master anyways? Everything that has happened these past months was indeed a little convenient. Perhaps a little too convenient. Isador had a full-grown wyvern as familiar. If anything, it was shady and it didn’t feel right… That much is true, but still. Granted, Jenko knew a thing or two about fighting. Politics? Not as much.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2017 15:42:54 GMT -6
FAIZA
So far, the conversation wasn't exactly riveting. A bunch of slaves flirting - Faiza had to have some self control not to roll her eyes. But then.
She was dismayed by the pit fighter's words. Surprised, that a slave would dare say such things, even to other slaves. Angry, that a slave felt like he had the right to criticize a King. But she realized she needed to stay calm, she needed to hear him out. This wasn't something she thought she would hear anywhere else.
She was going to wait, but it looked worryingly like the slave that had introduced themselves as Jenko was going to shut the conversation down. Maybe it would spook the other slaves as well, who knew. She couldn't have that.
She stepped closer, smiling softly and tilted her head slightly, ears perked.
"Jenko is right, it's good to be careful", she started, and lowered her voice slightly as if to take that into consideration: "But what makes you say that? You don't think Isador was a hero for stopping the dragon? I've just heard stories, you know."
And her voice even lower, still friendly: "I'm not saying you're wrong. But you know it's a bold thing to say."
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 18, 2017 15:59:32 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra looked with wide eyes at Illidis. He certainly wasn't expecting someone to start talking about such a touchy subject. This was a room of slaves and none of them could really do anything about it, so why bother talking about it.
Umbra's gaze shifted as Jenko responded to the other pit fighter's bold claim. He didn't realize Jenko would be so quick to put down such a subject. Sure they were in the palace, but how could walls have ears? No one in this room was anything but a slave, as far as he was aware. Even if one of them told their master what had been said, would the master really believe them? After that, one of the mares spoke up. She seemed to hold the same opinion as Jenko. But, Umbra felt like this needed to be something discussed, even if there was no clear reasoning to it. A foal's mind certainly works in mysterious ways.
Umbra huddled deeper into his father's side as he built the courage to speak up. He may be young, but he had an opinion, too. "I think Illidis is right," the colt spoke in a soft voice, so as to not seem annoying. "Isador did talk about hating King Amadeus. It was really suspicious. And it's dumb that he gets to be king just cause the last one died. Who got to pick him? And who cares about dragons! A bunch of normal horses stopped a dragon too, I was there. She just walked up and talked to her and everything was fine!" Umbra was starting to feel a deep irritation burning in him the more he thought about it. He didn't fully understand why, but he still knew that a kid shouldn't die just because he wasn't the best at his job.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 18, 2017 18:30:12 GMT -6
Fumio | Servile Slave
Fumio sighed and let his mind wander as the other horses spoke... but when Illidis' gentle voice pipped up, Fumio was drawn back to the conversation. He watched with growing concern as Jenko spoke, then the mare Alaina gave her two cents. Fumi's ears flapped upwards and he fidgeted, eyes narrowing through his glasses.
He did not like Alaiana's tone... something about it rubbed him the wrong way. Nor did he like Bulter's silence. Jenko's warning couldn't have been truer. There was the small crack of hooves on marble as Fumio stepped forward, towards the group.
Hearing the child speak softened the old teacher's heart. He appreciated Umbra's seemingly unbreakable will and sense of justice. Bold was he for speaking to a room full of elders. Fumio himself shared the same sentiments... but his priorities were not the fairness in Aodhian politics. He was watching his own neck, and getting caught talking about how much a pack of slaves hated their king in the King's own palace seemed more than unwise. It seemed stupid.
Had it been under different circumstances, Fumio might have joined in on the discussion. But no now. Not when his freedom was on the line.
"Enough!" the stallion huffed, clomping down one front hoof and fiddling with his glasses again in frustration. "You're all fools. Who are we to say if Advisor-- King Isador is worthy of the throne or not? Look at us, not even worthy to share the same space as the eminents and masters. Our opinion is not going to change anything."
Oh how the old mule wished it weren't true. He was an idealist through and through. He wanted to believe in the power an of an individual. A slave, however, wasn't an individual here in Valore. He was a product, property. And property could be destroyed by it's owner without repercussion. Fumio felt guilt in his gut for raising his voice, and dashing hopes.
This was the best for the other slaves, for their own protection. And for Fumio's own freedom.
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Post by misttheelf on Dec 18, 2017 18:44:45 GMT -6
This was certainly unexpected. Two of the present company just outright said that Isador didn't deserve to be king. "While I don't trust him... That certainly is a dangerous thing to say. You don't know how loyal the palace's ears are to him." Caron hummed."Although Fumio, dear, while we are slaves, we are able to speak our minds among our own. If notable ears do hear us, likely no action will be taken from those high up. What I worry about, is ears that take action by themselves." Caron hummed. "Besides, as you said. Our opinions will change nothing. so what harm is there in voicing them?" They gave a small smile, before continuing to speak "And so, I am inclined to repeat Alaina's question to our grullo friend there with the scars. Why do you think he doesn't deserve the throne?" They paused, tilting their head slightly, questioningly. They were curious, turning the other's words in their mind. What did this scarred stallion know that they didn't? And Umbra's outburst was certainly something else to consider. Isador spoke to some of them before about hating Amadeus? If there was truth to those words... Then there certainly was a lot more afoot than they had originally thought. And they wanted to know. If only to relay information to Shiya. Yes... This conversation got very intriguing. Although perhaps Umbra's outbursts may grow annoying, it was not their place to discipline a child... Ignacio knows how badly they took to near strangers telling them the dos and dont's of behavior... And besides, Umbra was the one who let slip of Isador speaking at least to him, if not some of the others present. Perhaps he'll let slip something else, that the others would prefer to not be broadcast? It was worth hoping, at least.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 18, 2017 20:28:29 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
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Galloway kept quiet as those around the room introduced themselves or didn't. He wasn't good at names and honestly couldn't keep them straight. He was most concerned with the Ass in the corner who decided to raise his voice at his son. Fumio. He would remember that name. But he didn't have time to deal with him. There was Illidis with a very intriguing idea and then Jenko's hasty reply.
Galloway hadn't taken any time whatsoever to think about why things had happened the way they did. What with discovering he had a son and tackling a dragon a few months back. And of course the opening of the Crucible meant his training had gone from lax to intense. He had had no time to think about the meaning behind the King's death. He didn't harbor a fondness for the boy king, but he also couldn't possibly hate such a young leader.
"You're no less a fool for being so loud," Gallow growled at Fumio. He struggled to keep his ears from pinning hard against his neck. He let that anger dissipate as the black equine named Caron spoke up in a calm voice. Gallow was just as curious as Caron and the mare with the crystals growing from her shoulders.
"It is odd that he became King so quickly. You would think it would take more time after an untimely death such as the past King's to make such a big decision. But I don't know much on the subject. Also I believe before any of us become even more angry we need more information from you, Illidis," Galloway gave the fellow pit fighter a serious look. The shy fighter was putting them at a big risk, and with Umbra's passionate reply, Gallow was worrying about his safety the most.
Gallow bent his head towards his son and spoke softly to him, "Just be careful bud, alright? I wouldn't want things to go bad. But I'm here to back you up, no matter what." He gave the colt a soft nudge and focused back on the others. He knew his son wasn't a foal anymore. He was growing up fast and he was smart. He would know what to say and when to say it. "I think we should also listen to my son as well. And maybe Jenko if he wants to share. It seems a few of us have more important information than idle gossip."
Gallow wasn't prepared for something so heavy to hang in the air at this little gathering. He wasn't worried about being overheard. He knew it mattered not what slaves thought. As long as they didn't make it seem like they were forming a coup...
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 18, 2017 21:16:07 GMT -6
BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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The conversation around him quickly escalated from simple introductions to Illidis claiming that their new King, Isador, didn't belong on the throne then the child voiced their own experience of Isador speaking out against the previous King Amadeus with malice. With the two ideas combined those in the room seemed to be more than implying that Isador has something to do with Amadeus' assassination. It was strange that the once adviser was able to claim the throne so quickly after such an 'unexpected' assassination but they need more than assumptions and coincidence. They needed Evidence. Even with them pointing hooves at Isador being the villain somehow the faces turned towards him with suspicion and mistrust in their eyes and he made sure to return the favor. His own black brows lifted in surprise at the turn of events before furrowing deeply above his golden eyes as he stared back at each horse that were accusing him with their own eyes.
The mixture of opinions would have been overwhelming to an equine with less training and class but Butler was well used to the world of Noblity, best to stab your friend in the back before they could grace your flesh with their blade. Even if he didn't like how loud and obnoxious the older slave was being Butler had to admit he was with Fumio on this one. The walls might not have ears but those around him did, how could any of them be comfortable speaking such traitorous words in Isador's palace? If they were caught it would be disastrous for all involved, even those who might be innocent of any misdoings such as himself. Butler shook his head, grinding his teeth over one another the stallion contemplated how to advance. He had to be careful, those around him were already suspicious of his intentions merely because he hadn't offered his name when it hadn't been explicitly asked of him. Why should he volunteer such information? Did they want him to lay out his entire history for them while he was at it? Preposterous. No he would continue to keep quiet, it didn't matter what he said at this point, those around him already viewed him in a tainted light and he doubted anything he said would correct them now. If they questioned his silence he would feint innocence, that he was only being a good little slave, not speaking out of turn or unless explicitly spoken to, yes that would work. He would instead gather information, this was a juicy bit of gossip, Juliet would love to hear all of the details upon her return to Valore.
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Post by sansatine on Dec 19, 2017 0:13:55 GMT -6
Alois Mareal. Pissed. The palace, just rand as everyone thinks. Albella gushed about the artistry of the place nonstop after she'd get home from going. It would make anyone curious, even Alois. Her wi- her owner held a seat on the court and was called to Axneus's trial. The two walked to the palace, Kuma beside them. They separated at the doors, shutting with a bolt behind Albella. Alois' face twisted itself downward and her ears pinned. Just as bliss began to seep in, she was reminded of her place.
The mare stayed by the door, closer than any others, attempting to listen to those behind the doors. Only vibrations of voices came through, and the pointless chatter on this side of the door didn't help. she hissed and stepped away from the door. They were talking about how grand the palace was. To her, it was a slap in the face. The olny reason it was grand was because of the work of slaves.
Then, one of them said something interesting. Isador didn't deserve to be king. Well, of course. They continued to talk, discreetly, but she stayed removed. ALois could easily pick out conversations in the market- even on the busiest days. Hearing them from acrosss the room was no trouble. The hushed tones of the others were broken by the ass.
"Look at us, not even worthy to share the same space as the eminents and masters. Our opinion is not going to change anything." he asserted, in an accent she knew all too well. Her childhood days were spent just outside of Sterling. Others scolded him, redirected him. Ears were listening, but the ass, Fumio- his words circled in her head.
She laughed. Her high pitched tone broke the room. Eyes on her, she approached. "Idiot. Have they so broken you?" she taunted directly to him."Regardless of what you think, we do actually have worth. More than any false king can assign to us." She had no fear in her voice. Too long she stayed quiet. She rarely ever had the company of slaves, and no matter how hard Albella tried to understand, she couldn't. New confidence surged within her. She remembered conversations with Bones, a long since passed adviser of the recently deceased king. Talks of freedom and revolution.
"Isador does not deserve the throne, nor did the idiot boy before him, or his mother before him. None of them did. This whole damn monarchy deserves to be burned by their very own patron's flames."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 19, 2017 0:54:05 GMT -6
Jenko's reaction was one that made him twitch, but he wasn't terrified yet. It wasn't one of anger. Just... Worry. Concern. He felt almost guilty. But he couldn't stay quiet. No. It had been over six months. Six months of being quiet. Of keeping this information to himself... He couldn't. He couldn't keep his mouth shut... "...If the walls have ears, l-let them listen," he replied back, trying to keep his voice from shaking and stuttering.
The others that followed steadied his nerves some. He wasn't being attacked... Yet... It was more so responses of worry, fear... The young colt, Umbra, even spoke up. Oh. That was right. He had been at the meeting as well, hadn't he? He at least had one person who knew what he said wasn't lies....
"I know it sounds-" he balked, head snapping down, cringing at the loud clang of a hoof on the ground, and the sharp reply. Slowly lifting his gaze, trembling lightly, Illidis looked at the mule speaking. "L-Look, I'm not t-trying to spread an opinion-" His timid words were again cut off by the others, Caron at first, then followed by Galloway, who was thankfully keeping his anger directed at only the old mule.
Flinching again a a high pitched laugh, Illidis forced himself to keep his eyes off the ground, staring at the mare who made the noise. Again, it seemed like the anger was not on him... For now... While he agreed with her for the most part, her slurs thrown at Amadeus left a foul taste in his mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he drew in a few hurried breaths, trying to calm himself. Finally, he spoke.
"I-If you would all be quiet, I would explain!" He called out, his voice raising slightly, jerking his head up to stare at them all. Getting up from where he lay, he lifted his head, letting himself stand at his full height, despite the tremors wracking him, and the voice inside his head telling him to curl into a ball and hide from the rest of them. "Isador killed King Amadeus." He said firmly, only pausing for a moment before quickly adding, "O-Or, at the very least, he had some hand in his decease." Taking a deep breath, he slowly looked around the room, meeting the gaze of each equine in it. "Six months ago, my former master, the Eminent Luciano was called to a meeting. By Isador. Others were there, some slaves," his gaze moved to Umbra, "some commoners, and some Emineces. But there, Isador began to speak of us needing to 'protect the future of Aodh'. He spoke of trying to remove Amadeus from the throne. Advocate for his peaceful descent from the throne." He took another deep breath, swallowing and flicking his ears.
"...Many were with him. They wanted what he wanted... I spoke out. I I assumed his words had darker meaning. Assassination. I told him he could not kill a child, or remove him from the throne only to keep him locked away out of sight... Isador... Shut me down. I lost a friend that day for what I said... Isador asked for secrecy of this meeting. He didn't want anyone to know of it." He prayed to Ignacio that he wouldn't be attacked for any of this.
"I tried to push it all to the back of my mind, to leave it alone. But then, three months later, King Amadeus was assassinated. I-I thought... If I had perhaps tried to say something, maybe he would still be alive... I was detained that day. Kept in a cell with others. I even confessed there to the chevaliers, but accused of treason... Isador himself came in, he spared me and the others. He said I was only afraid and speaking out of fear..." He was. He had been. He had been pressured to speak. "...I do not think his kindness was purely out of the good of his heart... I... I feel like he's trying to silence me... To tell me that I can't try to reveal that meeting, what I think he did to King Amadeus... You cannot tell me that his rise to the throne wasn't odd! You've said it yourselves! I-I want friends. Help. I-I need others to know that Isador is not the hero of Aodh like people see him. S-Something is wrong. I don't know what. I want to find out. B-But something, j-just... Isn't right. I-I feel the need to do something about this..."
With his mouth dry, and his legs shaking, Illidis nervously looked around, his confidence and strength fading now, leaving him desperate. He prayed that some resemblance of sense would strike everyone here. That no one would attack him...
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Dec 19, 2017 7:53:51 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
Side note and warning: self-mutilation is brought up in this post. If you’re not comfortable with this please tell me and I’ll gladly remove it <3
“Well Gods, thank you all for reminding me of my utmost important role in Aodhian society. I truly appreciate it.” he spat. As if the past six months hadn’t made him even more aware of that. He sighed, visibly annoyed. “I appreciate it, Galloway, but I’d rather stay quiet.” For now.
For the love of Ignacio… How was it that every conversation he was part of somehow ended up in arguing? Jenko growled in frustration. If the guards hadn’t noticed their gibbering before they sure as Hell had now.
“That’s... Bold, Illidis. Do you have solid evidence? I believe you but your word against theirs isn’t going to help us. On the contrary, it’s going to get us killed. We’re nothing to them. They don’t consider us the backbone of Aodh even though we are. Our blood, sweat and tears built this city from the ground but the harsh reality is plain and simple. They don’t consider us to be living, breathing equines with feelings and emotions. We’re belongings… Objects. Disposable ones. If they get tired of us they throw us away like trash. Or sell us to whoever is willing to spend some coin they earned while betting on us… Forcing us to fight our brothers and sisters for their entertainment. We die? That’s fine. The next big thing will do for as long as they live.” He continued “I disagree, Caron and Alois. With all due respect, voicing our opinions will only do more damage. Us slaves could die for merely not responding to a higher-up. That’s how important we truly are to them.” He said whilst thinking of his master. Lady Scarlet wasn’t like them. “Well, most of them. Do you truly think us slaves could throw the Monarchy in jeopardy?”
Had he just voiced his own opinion? No. It couldn’t be. He frowned at the thought. He hadn’t told them about the way he felt about the King. Nor the Chevaliers for that matter.
It was tempting to do so, however. He had been bottling up these feelings for so long after all. The self-mutilation was a relief, if only a temporary one. Ashamed, he looked down at his scarred pasterns. They grew uglier by the day. It took him some time but he had learned to accept the fact that he was nothing more than a slave. It was something he had ignored before, thinking of himself as a star and praised fighter instead. One thing hadn’t changed, though. He took pride in pit fighting. He always had.
Was speaking up really the smartest thing to do? Now they were all involved. Were they truly capable of doing something about it? He wanted to support his fellow pit fighter. I’ll help. You have a friend in me. Was this his opportunity to rise like the Phoenix? “What exactly do you suggest? All of this is, objectively speaking, indeed shady as Hell but how do you plan on handling this?” he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 10:35:01 GMT -6
FAIZA
The child was a sweet thing, and Faiza smiled softly. The naivety of youth. Yet she did not intend to forget those words, she knew young ones didn't usually have a filter to them. Surely, it could have been, well, colorful, like a child's imagination, but it was nothing to snort at.
Then, her eyes bounced at the yelling slave, and she swished her tail. What a fool. She had half the mind to just push the ass out of the room with her magic, it would have been easy. Or perhaps a few daggers of pain... But not now.
She nodded, agreeably, to both Caron and Galloway. She mused, gently, that she too wanted to hear. And she really, really did. And again, interruption. She had to fight not to roll her eyes at the manic laughter and the words. Such bold, bold words. But because they, too, were mostly intended at Fumio's words, she let it slide.
When the shy pit fighter finally managed to speak, she listened her head slightly tilted, ears perked. She sighed quietly in surprise, and that much was real. She hadn't imagined a slave would dare to speak such words. Many thoughts were running in her head, but she willed herself to stay calm and collected. She had to keep focused.
"That's... Quite the accusation. I, too, would like to know if you have a plan? We're not exactly friends in high places", she spoke softly, carefully, but truly curious, shortly glancing at Jenko with a nod.
"But I'm sure if someone decides to start yelling again, it'll be the first thing anyone coming in would have heard. Their head on the chopping block first, not ours", she stated in a more assertive tone, glancing at Fumio very pointedly.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 19, 2017 13:38:57 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra had been pretty proud of himself for speaking up. That is, until he heard another begin to raise his voice. The colt was always in a room with adults, so sometimes he felt left out unless he took his own initiative. But, clearly, that wasn't the best idea. Umbra never liked being around someone who yelled, even if it wasn't directed specifically toward him. But, this much older stallion had scared him off. Umbra curled his tail tightly around Galloway's leg and pressed even closer into the large pit fighter.
Perhaps it would be best to keep quiet from now on. He'd already said what he had wanted to and it didn't seem to have made a difference. Umbra listened closely to the conversation. His eyes locked onto each horse as they spoke. He agreed so much with some of their points, but they didn't need to know that. He glanced up at his dad when he was spoken to and softly shook his head. "I don't need to say anything." He whispered only loud enough for Gallow to hear.
One point that was made that really stuck with him was the fact that they were all slaves. By all being slaves, the lowest of the low to others, that put them on equal ground. That meant Umbra had as much sway in this as they didn't. However, that thought didn't stop him from holding his tongue. Yet. Instead, the colt took the moment to look around the room. At least one horse still had yet to talk. Maybe that made him smarter than the rest. But maybe not. Maybe just being in association with horses speaking out put you at risk. The thought made Umbra shudder. What would they do to him if they knew what he'd said? Umbra quickly shook the thought away and looked at Illidis expectantly.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 19, 2017 14:47:55 GMT -6
Fumio | Servile Slave
You would have thought the tutor had screamed from the heavens at the way his fellow slaves reacted to his words. Fumio recoiled at every aggressive, snapping remark as if he was being hit with a lash. But it didn't weaken his resolve. Didn't they all see he was doing this to protect all of them?! And now Illidis was saying that Isador was trying to get away with murder, and still they wished to discuss this, when at any moment a door could open. Who knew, perhaps even now a Chevaliar, loyal palace slave, or noble was listening, ear pressed agains the doors.
He felt badly for Illidis, he truly did. But here was not the place to console the weak-voiced pit fighter. Alois' familiar accent made her words sting even more. Of course Fumio hadn't given up hope. Didn't anyone have an ounce of reason? Self-preservation? Jenko was right, slaves could disappear for talking about things lesser than treason. And yet the big moron, in his hypocrisy, still asked more of Illidis.
Fumio was frustrated, but more importantly, he was panicking. He looked to Caron and Butler, the two quieter stallions, who seemed most reasonable. He tried to plead at them with his eyes. Make them understand. Fumio's attention was distracted when Alaina blatantly threatened him. The old mule, with all of his qualities good and bad, had never had strong resolve when threatened with violence, even hypothetical. Part of him wanted to shrink back, but he new he couldn't. If he did nothing, it could be all their necks on the line.
For a moment the idea crossed Fumio's mind to end this conversation by walking to the door. A quick knock. A shout for a Chevalier... Fumio began stepping backwards, towards the door.
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Post by astrumnauta on Dec 19, 2017 17:15:13 GMT -6
Hawthorne | Aodh Commoner
Hawthorne had regarded everybody in the room with a cool disinterested stare and she thought best to keep up this facade as she had twigged pretty early on they thought she was a slave. Seemingly her appearance suggested slave and it made her frown slightly she would have to do something about that, but it could wait until later.
She was quite happily listening to the conversations flowing around and introductions to each other, it was all very...nice. Thorne stood still and allowed her head to move between speaking equines, until one nearly huffed a little too loudly, any louder and that Fumio would cause a whole tonne of problems.
Between Fumio and Illidis this conversation was going pear shaped. she pursed her lips and stepped between Fumio and the door to the Chevaliers.
"I think we all just need to calm down, lower our voices drastically before we get heard or possibly done for whatever crime or crimes we are committing for talking about what we are talking about"
She took a breath and looked around. "Now, I can vaguely confirm what Illidis here is saying. I was present at this meeting too, Ragnarok is my boss, I am his bodyguard. I am Hawthorne,"
She lifted her had and looked around "Now, if we wish to continue speaking possibly lowering our voices and listening to each other may be the way forwards." She arched her brow and looked around at the other equines, her gaze friendly but firm.
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Post by misttheelf on Dec 20, 2017 15:04:53 GMT -6
"Whatever our move is going forward..." Caron spoke quietly. "We must not spread word willy-nilly." They looked around at everyone else. "I would suggest learning the opinions of our Eminents and masters if we are to tell them of what we've been told here today. With three of you having confessed to being at that meeting, I am inclined to believe it." They leveled a glare at the greyed mare who had spoken ill of Amadeus. "While I agree that we have worth that others do not, cannot assign, I do not appreciate you speaking ill of King Amadeus and his family." They clicked their teeth, sparks flying and falling quickly to the ground. Caron sighed, shaking their head. "We must be cautious in our actions from this point forward. If this goes wrong, any one of us here right now could be arrested..." They trailed off. They glanced around at the others. "And being belongings, as Janko said, affords us some invisibility to gather information. We are ignored unless we are needed. If you are reasonably trusted, you will hear things that otherwise may not be said. Gathering information should be our priority... Unless anyone else has a better or different idea?"
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 20, 2017 22:23:47 GMT -6
BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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At times it was hard to stay silent with this increasingly bold group of slaves, it seemed none of them held respect for their Master or Eminent and that rubbed the stallion the wrong way. Having been born into slavery and growing up in a comfortable eminent house Butler's view of slavery was skewed to say the least, he held pride in his work and loved his Eminent Juliet past the point of mere adoration for ones master. In his eyes the pair were star crossed lovers, meant to be together but held apart by his bonds yet where he should have grown to resent being a slave due to this he only grew more dependent on his rank in order to stay in Juliet's life forever. As long as he served her well they could be together behind closed doors and he wasn't about to let talk of treason ruin his comfortable life.
Silent as ever Butler remained isolated from the group, trying to keep as far out of the conversation as possible until he would inevitably be pulled in against his will. Fumio, the small loud mouthed ass, pleaded at him to intervene with his eyes and Butler's own brows furrowed again as he shook his head in dismay. No. He wasn't going to join now, the waters were becoming too murky for his liking, they were playing a dangerous game speaking out against the King in their own palace just beyond a room filled with Masters and Eminents alike. A smile threatened to overtake his cold features when the sight of Fumio's plan to alert those on the other side of the door of the dangerous conversation came to a grinding halt when Hawthrone stepped between the old man and his goal. The grey mare's words made his eyes roll, such a misguided woman she was, who was she to spit upon the monarchy like that?
The group had gone from mere speculations to full blown accusations, and it seemed Illidis wasn't the only one to speak out against Isador. Others came forward, each collaborating upon the same story of a shady meeting they had attended. Such loose ends made Butler huff softly in annoyance, truly Isador was either over confident in their abilities or verging on the moronic for letting such a perilous plan be left to chance. If it had been him he would have tied up those loose ends in a neat bow, better to clean up your mess before it turned into a disaster much like the conversation around him. Many were curious how to proceed from here, how to investigate the speculations further and get the word out about Isador being a murderer not the hero Valore saw them as but Butler's mind wanted to soak up this information in order to relay it to Juliet as soon as possible, who knew what she might be able to do with such juicy details. Blinking slowly, as if sleepy and bored the stallion allowed himself to feign a yawn knowing all too well that the act might offend others. When he did decide to speak Butler would have to choose his words carefully, such silence would cause anything he said to be amplified exponentially. Everyone feared when a quiet man went to war.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 21, 2017 12:39:01 GMT -6
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Aodh | Pit Slave
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Galloway couldn't keep up with everyone's accusations and opinions and the fact that his son had moved even closer to him with a worried look made Gallow very uneasy. He was all for breaking the norm and changing things with slavery. He didn't want this life in the slightest and he wanted a way out for him and his son. However his head on a pike was not the way to go.
"Okay bud. Just stick by me then. Don't worry, everything's going to be just fine." He was proud of his son for speaking up. "I'm really proud of you too." He really meant it too. The things his son and himself got themselves into when they met up were getting out of hand. Ignacio was playing some dirty tricks. Gallow raised his head to the gilded cieling and swore under his breath.
"So it seems we need a plan. Illidis? Do you propose one? Do we have one?" The tension in the room was growing. The grey mare, Alois; he remembered her now from that trip to caverns of Briem. She had the same erratic energy as last time. Her words stung, but Gallow couldn't say anything against them. He wanted freedom, and that was the opposite of what the Monarchy wanted.
"Alois, I understand your strife, but this most certainly isn't the place to admit it." He knew most of the slaves in the room were turned off by her vehement words. Though he assumed his warning would go ignored.
The horse named Caron, brought up a good point. "Wait. Should we mention this to our masters? I mean I suppose they would be the ones to do something about this. I know Lady Scarlette would listen to Jenko and I. But what about the rest of you?" Gallow could see the tension in the room mounting. He noticed Fumio moving towards one of the doors. And the one called Hawthorne blocking his path. It was all subtle, but everything you did in a conversation like this caused waves. Not ripples. Gallow had also noticed that one stallion had not said a single word. And while he had no reason to talk to him, he couldn't wait to see what he would say. If he did say anything at all.
Turning to his friend, "Jenko, what have we gotten ourselves into it?" He gave a small smile, trying to cover the worry.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 23, 2017 21:17:58 GMT -6
Illidis slowly shook his head, gaze falling on the grey, scarred pit fighter. "Aside from what I and Umbra heard at that meeting? ...Not really. But I... I need to just... Figure out a way to find this out. My new master, he's higher ranked then my previous one was. If I can behave, and perhaps spend time with him, maybe I'll find something." It wasn't exactly a boost of confidence. For him and for the others. But it was the truth. He took a deep breath.
"I... I know, Jenko. I know that's what we are. But that makes it just a little easier for us to try and do something. They wouldn't suspect it! It gives us just a tiny bit of breathing room. Isador thinks... He thinks I'm too afraid to do anything, I think." He flicked his ears, looking from Jenko to the others. They were right. He couldn't deny that. They didn't have friends in high places... Did they really need high placed friends though? They... They needed underground connections... Outside connections...
He was drawn from his thoughts at the sound of hooves on the ground. His gaze snapped to the older slave, inching towards the door. "You open that door a-and I will make sure they think you're the one who started all this," Illidis suddenly hissed, his ears going flat against his head, eyes sharp and wide. He was relieved at another equine stepping between him and the door, stopping him from revealing them. Thank Ignacio.
He took a few deep breaths, lifting his head and trying to calm himself some, but the surge of panic that had flooded up at seeing that movement made him twitchy, his ears flat, gaze darting between the door and the others. Some of the equines here believed him to an extent. They weren't opposed, but they weren't with him either.... He could handle this. He thought. Closing his eyes for a moment, he said nothing, trying to think of a way to figure things out.
"The Vindicators." Was what left his mouth. He opened his eyes. "Listen. Aodh is my home. I do not want to leave." He paused, trying to gather his thoughts once again, "But I feel something is corrupting it from the inside. The Vindicators, the ones who attacked the Crucible... They may want this information, to-to help Aodh if it means... Freeing the slaves. They... They might be able to help us. If we can find a way to contact them... The equines who help slaves out of the city... Maybe we can figure out a way to do something."
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 24, 2017 19:30:48 GMT -6
Fumio | Servile Slave
Fumio let the horses around him chat, still shuffling uncomfortably with his glasses. Hawthorne's presence behind him was enough for Fumio to step forward again. Old habits died hard; whenever someone spoke to him, Fumio held very little eye contact. A product of his culture, true, but the accusations and threats burned bad enough for the old man to feel his eyes moisten.
He just wanted out of here. That's all he ever wanted! If only--
Then Illidis mentioned freedom and the vindicators. Fumio blinked owlishly.
Fumio hated most things about Aodh, if Fumio was capable of hating anything. But the vindicator's methods... were violent to say the least. In his naivety, before his capture, Fumio had been a firm pacifist. The things the vindicators were capable of unsettled the old stallion. But try as he might Fumio could not come up with a way to reform Aodh with peaceful actions. The vindicators would be capable of changing Valore, but it would require bloodshed.
Not to say the old slave hadn't had positive interactions with Vindicators. Bastian, Tates, dear Naseera, and Leila were all allied with a vagabond who might be considered a vindicator. Fumio himself was by extent. It had only been 3 months since he was 'purchased' by the organization of smugglers, and already he had seen the intricacy of their work, and helped himself.
So when Illdis mentioned needing a way to contact the vindicators, Fumio almost considered slipping up. The ever nervous Breimian wouldn't dream of giving any information away to some strangers. That was a dangerous game to play in his line of work... Leila and Naseera would certainly find out about this later. Maybe there was a way for him to help. He would find Illidis himself if he had to.
For now, the old stallion remained silent, squinting thoughtfully at no one in particular.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Dec 25, 2017 12:29:00 GMT -6
JENKO¦PIT FIGHTER
Jenko had to snort at his best friend’s remark. “No clue, bro.” he said “Somehow we always get caught up in these situations, don’t we? If only I could score a date that easily.” He said whilst grinning. So Illidis wasn’t the only one present at that meeting. Interesting. So he was telling the truth all along. At least the scarred fighter assumed he did. His fellow slaves wouldn’t lie about something like this. They couldn’t possibly benefit from it… so what was the point in lying? He carefully listened to what the other pit fighter had to say. “I see.” He couldn’t help but grin at Illidis’ unexpected outburst. Out of patience, aren’t we? He thought to himself whilst chuckling lightly. “Take a deep breath, Illidis. It’s quite alright.” He said. It’s true, most of them were after the same thing: freedom. It wasn’t what Jenko wanted but he couldn’t blame them either. Truth be told, Jenko was quite happy with his life. His master had always treated him well. That was far more than a slave like him could ever wish for. “I don’t want to leave either for various reasons. That has never been my desire but…” he started off, not sure what to say next “You know what? Fuck it. Forget everything I said. Slaves shouldn’t be treated like crap. We’ve suffered and remained silent for far too long. Ever since the attack on the Crucible, everything has made a turn for the worse.” He wasn’t particularly keen on siding with the Vindicators. Jenko hadn’t forgotten about the Buckskin and the unnecessary deaths they had caused. They had taken his opportunity at vengeance from him, yet he was willing to overlook that if it meant helping his kin out. If he wasn’t going to rip Joffrey’s mane off, he might as well be a hero, right? What else was he supposed to do anyway? He was involved. It was too late. He knew too much and with everything that has happened since the attack it couldn’t possibly get worse, right? He had hit the lowest of lows a while ago. Now was his time to rise like the whole damn fire. Illidis was right. It was time to fight back. “Let’s do it. I’ll help.” There had to be something they could do. “You have a friend in me, Illidis.”
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