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Make up aaaall the stuff! :D It's fun.
Heehee, whoo! Glad it's interesting you. Not nearly as attention grabbing as Miria and Tamal, had me on the edge of my seat, that did.
Heehee, whoo! Glad it's interesting you. Not nearly as attention grabbing as Miria and Tamal, had me on the edge of my seat, that did.
I babbled a bit there. Apologies for the info dump that may or may not have been useful. If I managed (and I'm sure I did) to not include something you need to know, feel free to either make it up or poke me about it. :P
Her sigh came on the heels of his own defeat. It only augmented the sensation of being lost and out of his depth. Caught too long in the sun. Never before had he wished so strenuously to ‘just be dreaming.’ Never had he thought that might not be the perfect solution. Or that it could be used against him. He, or she, was dreaming now, and look what it won them. Should she wake up now, Curdle was almost certain he would vanish like the mist that came from the sea.
So, when her first words were of the sort that might follow a casual introduction between equals, he could only blink at her. Surprised by the reminder that they did not know each other. Pleased to…? She did not sound it. Somehow, he could not believe that calm tone hid any pleasure. Yet he could not begrudge her tradition or the lie, he was the intruder here. Her name, however, made him smile. A slight shift in his expression, barely visible beneath his beard, though it lightened his gaze briefly. Miria. A pretty name. It suited her well.
In the midst of his fear, her calm and quiet bearing, though perhaps unfriendly, grounded the Jinni. Her attention and clipped questions gave him something immediate upon which to focus, and stole away the thoughts that were swirling through his head. Of death and dying. Of failure. Of red, red walls. Here and now was not a moment for himself. Questions were asked. Answers must be given, no matter how mundane.
“It was tradition, Miria messi, among Sherahd’s guard.” A tradition that may or may not have still existed. It had been some years since he’d been to that city by the sea. Renna had not held to the same ideas, but he remembered other cities from their journey there. “A second name marks ten years in service. My brother was Burden, another was Pox. “
Of course, it was both badge and blemish, as the nicknames were meant to keep their fellow Jinn humble. As a Jinni, ten years was not so long a time, but Sherahd was not as forgiving a city as Renna. Insult and caution notwithstanding, he’d worn the name through many more years, over forty, until he came to connect it with both the belittlement of the humans above him, and the strength of the Jinn around him. It had been almost second nature to introduce himself as such when Fiira had asked him for a name. But he’d paused before the sound emerged, so that he could not say he’d done it without thinking. He had been jealous of his position, having proved his worth. Angry at being tied to a girl younger than his daughter. Afraid of losing his family.
When he gave it to her, it had been with all the rancor of a man uprooted from his very life. And it had taken a long time for him to see that she was not so different, or powerful. An ignorance he’d held onto. One that left them both lonely strangers when they might have taken comfort in being from the same city, if nothing else. In the end, neither had remained turned away.
At her second question, he inclined his body towards her, respecting a well-placed guess. “I was, messi, for sixty-three years.”
Almost, he left it there. It was answer enough, wasn’t it? And wiser, to only agree with the one who held all the power. Curdle had learned that art well over the years. But he paused too soon after he finished speaking for it to go unnoticed, and stayed uncertain as to how important it was that she place him accurately. He could not let the silence grow too long, however, without risking upset. So, he took a breath before adding, grey eyes still averted. “This Jinni was her brideprice and dowry.”
Though uncommon, the practice was not as rare as the awkward arrangement might have sounded. But it gave much away about the state of affairs into which he’d been bound, and he hesitated to make such a revelation lightly as it meant he was demeaning her family. While he felt no great compunction to maintain their reputation before this woman, he did not want her to think ill of the girl he had come to know. Nor, it was true, was he sure she would not take offense at the implied criticism from a bound servant.
But Lady Fiira had been bought and sold for a symbol of status her family could not afford to keep. It was fact.
In the contract, the Leres family won high reputation, a monopoly, and a son. In practice, they handed over the reins of their salt trade operation and opened the city gates to a much stronger, higher ranked family. They had regained their wealth, but lost their independence. Still, the man now in charge was the Lady Fiira’s son. And the last Curdle had heard, he traded up and down the coast with a fleet large enough to rival the waves. But he had the Gerun name, and the Leres were all dead.
As much as his statement revealed about Lady Fiira’s family affairs, it said only a little about himself unless Miria knew the other woman’s history. At the very least, it revealed that he was meant to serve more than the one he’d been bound to. Though whether or not he had depended solely on Fiira’s whims once he swore his oath to her. He had only been wanting to say that he’d been more than bodyguard, without belittling the position or correcting her assumption too directly.
Instead, with his mind still wavering from the shock, he’d managed to compromise his master’s ancestors with so few words it was shameful. And as the realization struck him in increments, Curdle winced as if caught in slow motion. Eyes briefly widening before his eyelids came together, pressing tight shut. Shoulders curling up and in as he leaned back on his heels. Lips thinning. Breath caught. Fingers creaking into fists ready to deliver his own recrimination.
He had forgotten his own rule. Think before you speak.
So, when her first words were of the sort that might follow a casual introduction between equals, he could only blink at her. Surprised by the reminder that they did not know each other. Pleased to…? She did not sound it. Somehow, he could not believe that calm tone hid any pleasure. Yet he could not begrudge her tradition or the lie, he was the intruder here. Her name, however, made him smile. A slight shift in his expression, barely visible beneath his beard, though it lightened his gaze briefly. Miria. A pretty name. It suited her well.
In the midst of his fear, her calm and quiet bearing, though perhaps unfriendly, grounded the Jinni. Her attention and clipped questions gave him something immediate upon which to focus, and stole away the thoughts that were swirling through his head. Of death and dying. Of failure. Of red, red walls. Here and now was not a moment for himself. Questions were asked. Answers must be given, no matter how mundane.
“It was tradition, Miria messi, among Sherahd’s guard.” A tradition that may or may not have still existed. It had been some years since he’d been to that city by the sea. Renna had not held to the same ideas, but he remembered other cities from their journey there. “A second name marks ten years in service. My brother was Burden, another was Pox. “
Of course, it was both badge and blemish, as the nicknames were meant to keep their fellow Jinn humble. As a Jinni, ten years was not so long a time, but Sherahd was not as forgiving a city as Renna. Insult and caution notwithstanding, he’d worn the name through many more years, over forty, until he came to connect it with both the belittlement of the humans above him, and the strength of the Jinn around him. It had been almost second nature to introduce himself as such when Fiira had asked him for a name. But he’d paused before the sound emerged, so that he could not say he’d done it without thinking. He had been jealous of his position, having proved his worth. Angry at being tied to a girl younger than his daughter. Afraid of losing his family.
When he gave it to her, it had been with all the rancor of a man uprooted from his very life. And it had taken a long time for him to see that she was not so different, or powerful. An ignorance he’d held onto. One that left them both lonely strangers when they might have taken comfort in being from the same city, if nothing else. In the end, neither had remained turned away.
At her second question, he inclined his body towards her, respecting a well-placed guess. “I was, messi, for sixty-three years.”
Almost, he left it there. It was answer enough, wasn’t it? And wiser, to only agree with the one who held all the power. Curdle had learned that art well over the years. But he paused too soon after he finished speaking for it to go unnoticed, and stayed uncertain as to how important it was that she place him accurately. He could not let the silence grow too long, however, without risking upset. So, he took a breath before adding, grey eyes still averted. “This Jinni was her brideprice and dowry.”
Though uncommon, the practice was not as rare as the awkward arrangement might have sounded. But it gave much away about the state of affairs into which he’d been bound, and he hesitated to make such a revelation lightly as it meant he was demeaning her family. While he felt no great compunction to maintain their reputation before this woman, he did not want her to think ill of the girl he had come to know. Nor, it was true, was he sure she would not take offense at the implied criticism from a bound servant.
But Lady Fiira had been bought and sold for a symbol of status her family could not afford to keep. It was fact.
In the contract, the Leres family won high reputation, a monopoly, and a son. In practice, they handed over the reins of their salt trade operation and opened the city gates to a much stronger, higher ranked family. They had regained their wealth, but lost their independence. Still, the man now in charge was the Lady Fiira’s son. And the last Curdle had heard, he traded up and down the coast with a fleet large enough to rival the waves. But he had the Gerun name, and the Leres were all dead.
As much as his statement revealed about Lady Fiira’s family affairs, it said only a little about himself unless Miria knew the other woman’s history. At the very least, it revealed that he was meant to serve more than the one he’d been bound to. Though whether or not he had depended solely on Fiira’s whims once he swore his oath to her. He had only been wanting to say that he’d been more than bodyguard, without belittling the position or correcting her assumption too directly.
Instead, with his mind still wavering from the shock, he’d managed to compromise his master’s ancestors with so few words it was shameful. And as the realization struck him in increments, Curdle winced as if caught in slow motion. Eyes briefly widening before his eyelids came together, pressing tight shut. Shoulders curling up and in as he leaned back on his heels. Lips thinning. Breath caught. Fingers creaking into fists ready to deliver his own recrimination.
He had forgotten his own rule. Think before you speak.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
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8 yrs ago
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Not dumb, and probably only obvious (not even super) to me. :P Cuz I'm a butt.
Blood cats are more family oriented than many cats, and they often live in the very thick magic, where it's easy to lose track of lots of things and stuff can change overnight and all. Also, plenty of dangers, so the protective mothers tend to bond with their kits through blood, siblings or mates might do the same. Mostly from getting injured, it probably started as an accident. But blood's a powerful substance so it lets them share brainwaves, kinda? Not really telepathy, more a strong empathy, but it would make it easier for Matiir and Samaire to understand each other, and if she offered her blood she'd become family, in a sense, so he wouldn't leave her even if she took the chain off.
That's a really simplistic explanation because I haven't come up with all the details of how or why or when it works, but yeah...
She'd have to ingest his blood, too, for it to go both ways.
I don't know if she'd be aware of this or not, it's probably not a widely known fact and most who know about blood cats assume they got the name from the fact that they won't cross boundaries marked by human blood. But her connection with other spirits or maybe having met some hunters or some such in the past would have informed her, if there were any blood cats near Cathan lands. It is also possible that blood cats aren't the only critters aware of the blood connection thing, so she could have learned about it from a different source entirely. Otherwise, she's perfectly free to be confused, or I can try to make it a little more obvious.
I'm really bad at subtle that isn't too subtle. :P
Blood cats are more family oriented than many cats, and they often live in the very thick magic, where it's easy to lose track of lots of things and stuff can change overnight and all. Also, plenty of dangers, so the protective mothers tend to bond with their kits through blood, siblings or mates might do the same. Mostly from getting injured, it probably started as an accident. But blood's a powerful substance so it lets them share brainwaves, kinda? Not really telepathy, more a strong empathy, but it would make it easier for Matiir and Samaire to understand each other, and if she offered her blood she'd become family, in a sense, so he wouldn't leave her even if she took the chain off.
That's a really simplistic explanation because I haven't come up with all the details of how or why or when it works, but yeah...
She'd have to ingest his blood, too, for it to go both ways.
I don't know if she'd be aware of this or not, it's probably not a widely known fact and most who know about blood cats assume they got the name from the fact that they won't cross boundaries marked by human blood. But her connection with other spirits or maybe having met some hunters or some such in the past would have informed her, if there were any blood cats near Cathan lands. It is also possible that blood cats aren't the only critters aware of the blood connection thing, so she could have learned about it from a different source entirely. Otherwise, she's perfectly free to be confused, or I can try to make it a little more obvious.
I'm really bad at subtle that isn't too subtle. :P
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Maybe you should pee on it to assert dominance. I don't know if that's ever worked for someone, but! You can't know until you try, amirite?
I am seriously considering this suggestion....
Haha, meat is tasty, so are details. Looking forward to the post, as always! :D Andrew is positive this is all going on too long for a stupid dream(because if the evening's going to hell, it could at least let him sleep through it), but whatever. :P
I'm glaring at my back up drive because it's being a butt. Or my computer is... Either way, it's all butts and doesn't want to be fixed. But other than that, life is good.
Great to hear you survived, haha, sounds like it was a pretty stupendous time?
Great to hear you survived, haha, sounds like it was a pretty stupendous time?
Yay for making stuff up on the fly! :D It's good for stretching creativity muscles, right? Sure, yes, we'll go with that. :P
Oh, haha, yeah. I was thinking more of just talking with the deer jinni rather than bringing her along, Curdle is nowhere near the mindset where that would seem like a good idea to him. :P But having her show them a direction and give them a compass, or something similar, I'm sure they have ways of telling directions, even if it's not our magnetic needle dealio. We can make that up too. ;) And if she doesn't have a compass, yeah, someone's bound to.
I'm sure he could do something with sand to move them along faster than a donkey and cart can go. I'm not sure he'd know how to have it work to keep Miria from getting very sandy, but the deer jinni might help them there with knowing how to work with sand more than Curdle does. Or it could be an uncomfortable ride for Miria. It might be anyway, I mean, sand is not always the most comfortable, especially when it's moving.
As for convincing Miria to turn back, if we absolutely can't manage it because we haven't gotten them connecting well enough for her to feel she has any reason to, we can jump to any of the other options, even if they've already been making all sorts of complicated plans, cuz they don't know what they're doing either, so if poof, it suddenly turns out easier, or something different than what they expect happens, it wouldn't be too far fetched. :P
Either have them separate easily and Curdle escapes on his own, which she'd likely hear about eventually, and then time skip to another moment when she's coming back around Renna and the surrounding towns and Curdle finds her then. He'd be hoping she kept the urn, we probably have to play it so at least they both feel like there's unfinished business or conversation to be had with each other.
Or have that golem to flesh and blood switch be a thing that happens. That way we don't have to force Miria to do something she might otherwise refuse to do, and that Curdle would not really know how to make her do. He is not used to asserting himself.
Thoughts on how to have her turn around though... how much can we appeal to her sympathies, what with Tamal's whole not awesome messing that up for her? Could Curdle ask a favour of her? Does she have anything she particularly wants to do?
Might they get that adventurous boy to take care of the cart and Raha in Hudris (are they going to Hudris? Or Assryn? I can't remember) and there might be a bit of a sidestory with them getting all that stuff back. But at least she wouldn't be leaving it behind completely.
I'm guessing trust would be a big issue, as would the fact that he's being accused of killing Lady Gerun, is there anything Curdle might share or say, accidentally or otherwise, that might have her suspicions and bad memories quietened enough to help him?
We do have a week and a bit as well, Curdle's not dying instantly, so we could play around with multiple dream conversations and maybe a few daytime interactions in whatever form works with the route we choose the first time she wakes up. We might use a mix of them with 1 or 2 for a time (because if he's stuck in that cell all day, he's going to be trying to escape it as often as possible with the same results, and if he's still in her head, well, not like he's going anywhere else...) and then they attempt and succeed or fail at 3. And we either go from 3, or wind up with 4 if they can't manage 3 no matter how often they try it.
This would both give them time to learn more about each other and develop anything at all for the other, and would possibly mean that Miria reaches the other town she was aiming for and where she can store her wares safely and ensure Raha is looked after before she leaves back to Renna if that still needs to be done.
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Oh, haha, yeah. I was thinking more of just talking with the deer jinni rather than bringing her along, Curdle is nowhere near the mindset where that would seem like a good idea to him. :P But having her show them a direction and give them a compass, or something similar, I'm sure they have ways of telling directions, even if it's not our magnetic needle dealio. We can make that up too. ;) And if she doesn't have a compass, yeah, someone's bound to.
I'm sure he could do something with sand to move them along faster than a donkey and cart can go. I'm not sure he'd know how to have it work to keep Miria from getting very sandy, but the deer jinni might help them there with knowing how to work with sand more than Curdle does. Or it could be an uncomfortable ride for Miria. It might be anyway, I mean, sand is not always the most comfortable, especially when it's moving.
As for convincing Miria to turn back, if we absolutely can't manage it because we haven't gotten them connecting well enough for her to feel she has any reason to, we can jump to any of the other options, even if they've already been making all sorts of complicated plans, cuz they don't know what they're doing either, so if poof, it suddenly turns out easier, or something different than what they expect happens, it wouldn't be too far fetched. :P
Either have them separate easily and Curdle escapes on his own, which she'd likely hear about eventually, and then time skip to another moment when she's coming back around Renna and the surrounding towns and Curdle finds her then. He'd be hoping she kept the urn, we probably have to play it so at least they both feel like there's unfinished business or conversation to be had with each other.
Or have that golem to flesh and blood switch be a thing that happens. That way we don't have to force Miria to do something she might otherwise refuse to do, and that Curdle would not really know how to make her do. He is not used to asserting himself.
Thoughts on how to have her turn around though... how much can we appeal to her sympathies, what with Tamal's whole not awesome messing that up for her? Could Curdle ask a favour of her? Does she have anything she particularly wants to do?
Might they get that adventurous boy to take care of the cart and Raha in Hudris (are they going to Hudris? Or Assryn? I can't remember) and there might be a bit of a sidestory with them getting all that stuff back. But at least she wouldn't be leaving it behind completely.
I'm guessing trust would be a big issue, as would the fact that he's being accused of killing Lady Gerun, is there anything Curdle might share or say, accidentally or otherwise, that might have her suspicions and bad memories quietened enough to help him?
We do have a week and a bit as well, Curdle's not dying instantly, so we could play around with multiple dream conversations and maybe a few daytime interactions in whatever form works with the route we choose the first time she wakes up. We might use a mix of them with 1 or 2 for a time (because if he's stuck in that cell all day, he's going to be trying to escape it as often as possible with the same results, and if he's still in her head, well, not like he's going anywhere else...) and then they attempt and succeed or fail at 3. And we either go from 3, or wind up with 4 if they can't manage 3 no matter how often they try it.
This would both give them time to learn more about each other and develop anything at all for the other, and would possibly mean that Miria reaches the other town she was aiming for and where she can store her wares safely and ensure Raha is looked after before she leaves back to Renna if that still needs to be done.
Useful? Not useful?
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