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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 17:09:06 GMT -5
Bloodrose sweetclover1 “Oh yes,” Meri answered, her voice as calm and nonchalant as ever. “But you see, Turo, I’m not in love with my money -- or position. If I was, we’d never have met as I’d have stayed in that godsforsaken castle the rest of my days. Married some Hittite c*** my father wanted me to marry and spent my whole career on my arse having children, like my mother did.” Her tone turned hateful towards the end, especially as she spoke of her father. Her mother was a b*tch, no doubt about it -- but her father was worse. He was a coward and a hypocritical liar. No one that met him thought he could be capable of evil, but Meri’s definition of evil was by stopping her from becoming what she was meant to be. And what she was meant to be was Pharaoh. But she collected herself again and presented a smile towards Chrys -- a warm one this time, not one full of sarcasm or her sadistic glee for violent tendencies. " I am sorry I have only a little food here," she said, her Greek slightly improved after reading the book. " My mother, the Queen of Egypt, is cruel and has exiled me from my position." She paused. How to explain what she was exactly? She had no word for 'crown princess', since there was only the word for 'crown prince'. " My position is princess. I am also heir to the throne. My father who is Pharaoh King of Egypt has no son," she finally settled on. ~~~ kittykatcutiez Thutsef’s mouth tipped upwards into a smile. He sat there for a while, looking at her as she slept softly, silently. I really do care for her, he realised and knew that with that came an incredibly large list of problems and possibilities. But there also came a chance that she would reject him if he ever told her that he...loved? Loved was too strong a word, too soon. No, cared was better. As night crept in, Thutsef found himself getting more and more tired, eventually, when the sun was completely gone and the moon’s silvery glow bathed his figure in a grey light, he closed his eyes and slept soundly -- beside Cleopatra, on the road to Memphis. ~~~ RosaAkhenaten softly chuckled as his lips met hers again, he pulled her closer until one leg was at either side of his waist, and there, as he enjoyed her touch he considered having her once more. But the glint of orange sunlight starting to creep through the windowpane reminded him of the time. He too, had things to see to. The Hittite King was one of them. He also had a sneaking suspicion that he’d just murdered his son-in-law, so there was that disaster to deal with as well. But it definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, had been worth it. Completely and utterly worth it. And now, his happiness was complete and he’d never be parted from her again. This truly was paradise. Thank you, he prayed silently to Aten. Thank you God. “Now,” he whispered, pulling her back by her waist just a little bit and looking into her eyes with nothing but love and affection. “Leave and tell your sister of my offer. And don’t forget to promise her anything she wishes. Once you have her blessing, send word to me by messenger -- use this for paying them,” he said, pushing a few large silver pieces into her hand. “And I’ll send a guard to collect you and bring you to me.” ~~~ ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ [[So, Kiya and Akhenaten. Historically, Kiya was one of Akhenaten’s lesser wives. No one had any clue whether or not she had either his definite son (Tutankhamun) or his maybe son (Smenkhkare), but she was documented. In the rp, I have made Kiya a pr*stitute Akhenaten’s brother hired for Akhenaten for his 15th birthday. Instead of sleeping with her, Akhenaten just had a nice wee chat with her and then he decided to marry her to pull her out of poverty. But, low and behold, Kiya was pregnant before that point. So when she has the baby, Akhenaten’s father sends her and her son (Smenkhkare) away, in full comfort, to live in Memphis so everyone in Thebes pretty much forgets about them. Akhenaten did nothing to stop this and then met Nefertiti and basically ignored Kiya’s existence. I was going to have Kiya be a guest at Nefertiti’s and Akhenaten’s wedding (since Nefertiti and Akhenaten weren’t officially married until Meri and Meke were about 15 month old), and then Akhenaten and her have hate s*x and that’s how Ashiat was conceived. How does this sit with you, is this ok for you? It’s chill if not I was going to do a story with a concubine as well.]] Yaeg smiled, then caught herself smiling, and frowned. By the gods, she could’ve whipped herself just for letting herself be caught up with soft words that some other slave had said to her. It wasn’t the first time someone had been ‘nice’ to her before. No, she’d been well aware of that little trick. It all ended the same way -- with her back in chains, and with more scars to her already marred, pale face. “We will get out of here, without dying from disgusting Egypt dead people curse,” she muttered and thrust the torch in front of her as she marched down the corridor. It was made of stone, still, but as they continued upwards the stone got more and more refined. Eventually, they were standing on perfectly formed bricks and were then faced with a beautifully carved doorway, set with Egyptian picture-writing on the top of it. She looked over to Setka then sighed, she doubted he’d be able to read, but perhaps he would be able to do just a little. After all, Egypt had invented ‘writing’. No person from the cold-land she was from had thought of it. “You can not...not...what is word? Word for when you see Egypt picture people carved in stone, and can make words from what they say?”
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 17:11:06 GMT -5
[[Yay! everyone is happy with my changes so far. Once Blood is finished with stuff she's writing atm for something else I'll pester her about the full formulation of the Greek People Plot.]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 9, 2018 17:14:45 GMT -5
[Hey, that all looks awesome! It's getting a little late now for a reply so I'll reply in the morning. But basically all of your ideas look really great ]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 18:00:01 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy had been a tad wrapped into the moment before he pulled away. She glanced at the window and saw the sunrise. It was far too late...err...early. She nodded her agreement and thanked him as she took the payment. She leaned in and kissed his cheek before standing and gathering her things. She paused at the door and looked at him over her shoulder, her cascade of hair shimmering in the early morning light as she moved her head. "Until we meet again, my beloved Akh," she said softly in her melodic voice. It was the first time she addressed him by something besides a formal term. She offered a smile and with that she was gone. Akhenaten chuckled, lying back in his bed and watching as she put her clothes on and made tracks to leave. He pressed a kiss to his palm and gestured in her direction as she slipped out the door. Gods, what an incredible women. What an incredible wife. Perhaps, one day, she would be his Great royal wife. Somehow. But speaking of royal wives, as soon as Ipy was gone, another figure floated in the door. This figure was dressed in full finery -- the snow white linen dress, the blue hat and had gold sandles on. But from the state of the bags under her eyes, she'd been up all night. The King didn't even move, but merely stared at his wife evenly. He wasn't phased by her, as many were. She stood, looking at him for a while. Coldly furious but outwardly trying not to show it. Akhenaten hated that. He wish she'd just be open with him. "I came to congratulate you, my King," Nefertiti said, bowing low. Akhenaten merely raised an eyebrow. "On the plentiful new additions to your family," the Queen finished. "Yes," Pharaoh said. "Ipy will make a supreme new addition as my lesser wife, will she not?" "Lesser wife," Nefertiti echoed, rising up -- now unable to hide her anger. She paused for a few seconds, unable to move from rage. Until eventually her mouth twisted into a forced smile. "You misunderstand, my King. I was here to congratulate you on the news that I am with child -- and very potentially carrying your son and heir. Oh, and so is your daughter, Meketaten. Such a shame her husband was just killed though." "I wonder how we'll ever find her a new match now," Nefertiti growled, advancing towards her husband until she was right against his ear. "Was she worth it? Some stupid, child of a dancer, who's probably carrying some horrible venereal disease and is barren as a bull? Will she be worth it when I have her hacked up into bloody little pieces and fed to our dogs?" At that sentence, Akhenaten rose up, roared in fury and grabbed Nefertiti's throat, pushing her against the wall. He'd never been so violent before, but he was remembering all the others -- anyone he'd merely wanted to get to know, cut down like they were murderers at the gallows. "She was more than worth it, Nef," he snarled. "And for every hair on her head that is harmed, so will one of yours be. Because if that's what I have to do to keep her safe, then that's what I will do." His eyes met hers and for once, the formidable she-wolf of a Queen was cowed into silence. "Do not underestimate me," Akhenaten warned, then left her there, before storming to his dressing room. He had a day's work to be done.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2018 18:18:00 GMT -5
((Sounds good, are we finishing up with what we have here before we skip first?? I need time to make that character since I’ve burnt myself out a bit working on my stuff, I’ll make her tomorrow night after work!)) Chrysanthos gazed at Meri with surprised interest, his head tilted slightly to the side as he listened. ‘I’m heir to the throne of Athens.’ He informed her, easing himself a little in order to try and make some kind of bond. ‘My brother is only a few months younger... and my adoptive sister is two years older. In all honesty I’d rather see her on the throne. I’m sure my father would agree, but... Greece would not.’ He quietly laughed, looking into his lap. He hesitantly reached out and began to eat, needing to ease the hunger pains in his stomach. He encouraged Turo to do the same. ‘Why are you out here then?’ He asked, tilting his head. Lilystar88 sweetclover1
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 18:28:24 GMT -5
[[lads exhaustion has come for me on the wings of a hawk. I’ll be on tomorrow. And ye blood we’re finishing up.]]
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 9, 2018 19:00:01 GMT -5
[[Aaaaaaaaaaalright. Here we go. So, lads, I was wondering if we could aim for putting a 4 week jump on all our rp’s. Thutsef and Cleo’s (myself and kittykatcutiez ) story would jump to when they had arrived and been in Memphis for a three week, but are just about to give up. After that I have an idea of how they find these bones and then how Thutsef can grows some balls and tells Cleo he likes her, then they go back. Sound good to you Kitkat? (That's fine with me! but i'm not really sure how to start it off lol so I may have to wait till you get back on and maybe you could start.. sorry x( )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 10, 2018 4:42:21 GMT -5
Yaeg smiled, then caught herself smiling, and frowned. By the gods, she could’ve whipped herself just for letting herself be caught up with soft words that some other slave had said to her. It wasn’t the first time someone had been ‘nice’ to her before. No, she’d been well aware of that little trick. It all ended the same way -- with her back in chains, and with more scars to her already marred, pale face. “We will get out of here, without dying from disgusting Egypt dead people curse,” she muttered and thrust the torch in front of her as she marched down the corridor. It was made of stone, still, but as they continued upwards the stone got more and more refined. Eventually, they were standing on perfectly formed bricks and were then faced with a beautifully carved doorway, set with Egyptian picture-writing on the top of it. She looked over to Setka then sighed, she doubted he’d be able to read, but perhaps he would be able to do just a little. After all, Egypt had invented ‘writing’. No person from the cold-land she was from had thought of it. “You can not...not...what is word? Word for when you see Egypt picture people carved in stone, and can make words from what they say?” Setka watched Yaeg's momentary smile dissapear and be raplaced by a frown. Perhaps she had too much of that which Setka lacked; skepticism. He was too open and friendly with people, and it got him in trouble - not that it was enough to stop him. Yaeg seemed to be the opposite, too closed off. Setka could speculate about the reasons, but he chose not to. She just was the way she was, and he didn't yet feel he knew her well enough to pry.
"You're right," Setka nodded, emboldened even further by Yaeg's apparent confidence. They could very well get out of here. After all, they'd survived that first attack. And these curses were intended for grave-robbers, not for a pair of trapped slaves.
He wondered whether they knew he was gone, yet, at the palace. They might be wondering about the message and the Pharaoh may even be getting angry about the lack of response. Of course, they would be concerned about his message and about the tomb and not about himself, but at least it was a sort of...indirect concern.
When they came to the heiroglyphs, Setka replied "It is called heiroglyphics. This is the ceremonial writing, only the priests know it. But with a little luck I may be able to make sense of a word or two"
He studied the lettering closely, brow furrowed as he did so. He knew a few of the characters - nowhere near the hundreds of characters the priests would know - but perhaos it would be of some use to them.
"Nothing particularly useful," he replied "I see the words for 'death' and 'rest' but I'm not sure that can help us. It could well be part of a curse warning us to go no further, but if it is I cannot read it. And we have no choice but to press on anyway, but I suppose we just ought to keep out guard up."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 16:19:24 GMT -5
[[better late than never amirite]] Rosa The next few hours passed slowly for Akhenaten. The next time he saw Nefertiti she acted as if nothing happened, so he did to -- happily smiling and congratulating her on her pregnancy. On the outside, the royal couple looked as happy as ever. What a sham it was. Every kiss planted on her cheek or hand in her hand was a gut-wrenching lie to the people of Egypt. And a lie to himself -- for he didn’t know if he even loved her anymore, since she was the woman that threatened the one he loved. But he didn’t dare send her away -- not when she could be carrying a boy child that would save Egypt from the clutches of a foreign leader like Teshup. Who, was also, all smiles when he heard the rumour that the King was to marry the dancer girl. He even offered his own hand in marriage to Meketaten, who wasn’t particularly bothered that she’d just been widowed. But Akhenaten was no fool. He knew that Teshup would just call her pregnancy with another man as a ‘hidden dishonour’, kill her, then declare war on Egypt. So between Nefertiti, Teshup, Meketaten and the fact Meri hadn’t been seen for days on end, Akhenaten felt like he was drowning in chatter and criticism. Luckily, now, there was one place he could escape. He dug through the back of his wardrobe and found the servant’s clothes he kept tucked away in secret. Once he donned the simple tunic and plain hat he slipped out of the palace and to the streets of Thebes. It wasn’t long till he found someone he asked about finding a dancer. One person led to another, and soon he was in front of Ipy’s door. He knocked, palms sweating slightly as he knew he probably should have waited for her to come to him instead. ~~~ [[ kittykatcutiez cool I’ll post the starter here. I’ll have to do the skips at different times. Me and Rosa should be coming up to ours soon, but it’ll probably be a few days till me and Sweet/Blood come up to ours. ]] Sometimes, Thutsef wished he could’ve gone back to that night he’d first fallen asleep underneath the stars, four weeks ago. Then, he could’ve turned back around -- or at least ran off into the desert and died. Because now, they were probably going to die anyway. Their money was gone -- most of it had been spent on bribes so the local guard would stop interrogating as to why they wanted to know about ‘the bones of a dead jew’. Of course, they couldn’t tell them the real reason. The food was the next to go. A few nights ago, Thutsef had to kill the horse and they ate and sold that. They still had one animal left, although it definitely didn’t trust them now -- and the driver, well he’d gone. Last Thutsef had heard he was on a winning streak in a local gambling hovel. The money they’d got had practically flitted away like dust in the wind. Here he was, unclean and unshaven -- god, he loathed the sensation, sitting on the wagon they’d wheeled into an ally. At least the throws and pillows kept them warm. “What...What do you want to do?” he said to Cleo drearily. “Because it’s not like we can go back.” ~~~ sweetclover1 Bloodrose Meritaten laughed, stuffing a piece of lamb in her mouth, then wiping her oily fingers on some scrap sackcloth lying about. At a real feast, these scraps would’ve been silk napkins -- in droves of hundreds. “That’s one way of putting it,” she commented, raising one eyebrow at Turo’s explanation. There was more she could say to that. Tell the Greek that his newfound saviour was a thief? That he was all sour about rich people for some reason? Nah...watching them stumble around the fact there was something more than just a ‘brotherly’ chemistry between them was hilarious. Best to keep that going as long as she could. “ After my mother banished me from the palace, I asked Turo to help me find…” she paused and grabbed her greek book again, flicking through the pages while chewing through grilled tomatoes. “ Ah!” she said in Egyptian once she found it. “ Information.” The word was clumsily pronounced. “ That I can use to blackmail her, so she will never banish me again. And so she will hurt, and fear me,” the Princess finally explained, eyeing Chrys evenly as she took more wine. Perhaps now he’d show a little anger, a little admiration, a little fear...anything to indicate that he was also well versed in how hard a royal had to be sometimes. ~~~ ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ “I do not know this word ‘rest’” Yaeg said, crossing her brows -- angry at herself for not knowing Egyptian after so long in this country. “Slavers do not use this word. So it must be a nice thing,” she concluded, then marched onwards. “I know death,” she explained as she walked, ignoring the room she was in -- just paying attention to where she was going. “Death should fear me. I have beaten it, even in a land such as Egypt -- where slaves are often themselves beaten by death. It did not take me when the slavers tried to end me. It shall not take me now when stupid Egyptian dead ones try to beat me either!” she concluded, and at that moment, clearly death heard her challenge. Because the doorway in front of her slammed shut, a huge stone hurtled down at such a speed she could have been crushed like a scarab beetle. Instantly, she turned around and the doorway behind her was shut by a stone too. In alcoves along the rectangular room lay six carved stone boxes -- ones that looked like the ones the old Egypt King was put inside when he died. She remembered a word ‘sarcophagus’ being used around about that time. The lids of these boxes fell forward, then smashed on the ground, revealing six more egypt dead inside them. Yaeg gripped the torch firmer, her pale face growing even paler in the dim light of the fire.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 16:42:08 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy had been cleaning the house up a bit and talking to Abasi when someone outside the house caught her eye. They knocked. Ipy swallowed. She only got visitors who wanted more than her dancing skills and she had to turn them away. Abasi's face fell with concern. Ipy raised a finger to her lips to indicate her to be quiet. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Who she found made her break into a wide smile. "Why have you come?"She asked but not in an accusatory tone. She kissed his cheek then looked around and quickly yanked him into her house closing the door swiftly behind her. Akhenaten breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled. He was aware surprising people so to speak didn't always work. He was tempted to pull her in and kiss her more intimately, but knew that there were probably little eyes watching. "For a few reasons," he said, still smiling underneath his servant's hood. "I first wanted you to know of some...pieces of information that have come to light since this morning -- and I wanted you to hear them from me rather than through the grapevine," he said. "But, I would be lying if I said my visit has nothing to do with the fact that you've reawakened a youthful impatience in me that made it just impossible to stay locked up inside a castle with the constant chatter of what I'm doing wrong." His eyes still danced in the carefree but hopelessly in love spirit that they had frolicked in last night. "Feel free to tell me to leave if you or...others, are still in need of some time to yourselves."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 17:18:40 GMT -5
[[lol surely that's egyptian dating rule no.1 'make sure they're a virgin or at least arguably so'?]]
Akhenaten smirked and rolled his eyes at Ipy. The poor child, bowing like he was someone important. He felt like a lovestruck commoner in front of Ipy, and he loved it. It was something he had never really known.
He got down on his knees and curled his torso in slightly, bowing to Abasi a little.
"It is me who should be lowering myself for you, your ladyship, for I seek your approval to marry the woman I love," he said softly, looking at the little girl with nothing but kindness. She was small, but had the look of cleverness about her. No doubt he'd love her as if she was one of his own daughters.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 17:35:29 GMT -5
[[Lol I love how virtually all history, in all cultures, through all time periods has one stable and that is virgins nothing else matters all about the virgins for ye old timey wimey blokes.]]
Akhenaten couldn't help but laugh. However, it was a very valid question. Luckily for himself, his lifelong pursuit of the truth meant that he was able to answer unexpected questions at the drop of a hat.
"Deserve?" he echoed. "Alas I'm not sure I deserve anything," he admitted, then slunk around so he was looking at Ipy and crouched down even lower so he was exactly Abasi's size.
"For who could deserve your sister? A woman who's so brave and courageous, yet still honest and truly good, and caring and loving all at the same time! Not to mention overwhelmingly beautiful."
"I'm afraid I'm far out of my depth," he said, with mock sorrow in his tone. "I can only hope that your sister looks upon my heart with compassion for a man who's so hopelessly in love with her, and gifts me her presence for as long as I may live."
"But if you're still hesitant I could resort to the promise of buying you whatever you or your sister may wish for," he added, partly in jest but wouldn't be surprised if Abasi, or Ipy, hit him for that comment.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 17:55:34 GMT -5
Ipy smiled and blushed as he talked to Abasi about why he wanted to marry her. Upon the half bribe at the end she gave him soon and shook her head as a smile escaped. Abasi scrunched her face up in concentration. "All right," She said finally. Ipy smiled relieved that Abasi felt comfortable. Lilystar88 Akhenaten smiled, outwardly calm but inwardly very relieved. He did know how much Abasi's word counted for something as far as Ipy was concerned. And he was also glad he'd met her -- she was just as smart as her sister, and proved to be a delightful child. She would be a wonderful ward and Princess of Egypt, if Ipy ever reached the rank of Queen -- which, in all honesty, Akhenaten sincerely hoped she would. "Let me give you this, as a promise of much more to come," Akhenaten said, slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out a gold Wesekh Collar studded with rubies, emeralds, pearls and sapphires. It was small enough for Abasai. "You could wear it, or sell it too. You should be able to buy half the market with a piece like that," he said. "But now I must talk to your sister about the...boring affairs of court," he finished, rising up to look at Ipy with something less than a happy stare.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 10, 2018 18:19:26 GMT -5
[[ kittykatcutiez cool I’ll post the starter here. I’ll have to do the skips at different times. Me and Rosa should be coming up to ours soon, but it’ll probably be a few days till me and Sweet/Blood come up to ours. ]] Sometimes, Thutsef wished he could’ve gone back to that night he’d first fallen asleep underneath the stars, four weeks ago. Then, he could’ve turned back around -- or at least ran off into the desert and died. Because now, they were probably going to die anyway. Their money was gone -- most of it had been spent on bribes so the local guard would stop interrogating as to why they wanted to know about ‘the bones of a dead jew’. Of course, they couldn’t tell them the real reason. The food was the next to go. A few nights ago, Thutsef had to kill the horse and they ate and sold that. They still had one animal left, although it definitely didn’t trust them now -- and the driver, well he’d gone. Last Thutsef had heard he was on a winning streak in a local gambling hovel. The money they’d got had practically flitted away like dust in the wind. Here he was, unclean and unshaven -- god, he loathed the sensation, sitting on the wagon they’d wheeled into an ally. At least the throws and pillows kept them warm. “What...What do you want to do?” he said to Cleo drearily. “Because it’s not like we can go back.” Cleopatra licked her dry lips. She felt unlcean and smelly. Her hair hadn't been able to be groomed in four weeks, it was looking messy. She scoffed at Tutsef's question. "If we are going to survive any longer, we need food and money." She looked up at the sky and winced at her thoughts. Maybe she could sell her body for money ? Surely it would be enough to help them survive - for a little bit at least. Maybe a few days or a week. She turned her head to look at Tutsef. "Sacred prostution." She looked him over, not sure of his reaction.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 18:20:39 GMT -5
Akhenaten nodded, waiting until Abasi was gone before he pulled Ipy into a closer embrace, sighing as he felt her presence relax every wound up and stressed muscle in his body.
"She is...with child," he said eventually, gulping as he spoke the dreaded words. "If it is a boy, she can use my son to manipulate me," Akhenaten added. "But she doesn't want to get rid of you -- she just wants real power. Power she hasn't dared ask for yet. Like, her father becoming grand vizier or herself being named as heir to the throne once I die. It's Egypt -- Slaves have become nobles and Nobles have become slaves, Princesses have become Prostitut*s and vice versa. She'd argue that herself on the throne wouldn't break my country like I know it would."
"There is also the matter of Meketaten...who is also with child, to a dead husband."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 18:23:29 GMT -5
Cleopatra licked her dry lips. She felt unlcean and smelly. Her hair hadn't been able to be groomed in four weeks, it was looking messy. She scoffed at Tutsef's question. "If we are going to survive any longer, we need food and money." She looked up at the sky and winced at her thoughts. Maybe she could sell her body for money ? Surely it would be enough to help them survive - for a little bit at least. Maybe a few days or a week. She turned her head to look at Tutsef. "Sacred prostution." She looked him over, not sure of his reaction. "Nah, I don't think anyone will go for me," Thutsef commented, obviously meaning the comment to be a joke but then throwing a rather serious glare at Cleopatra that meant he wouldn't even contemplate it in the slightest. It was a look that said 'don't you dare'. He glanced up to the skyline and winced. He could see it from here -- the big carved cow horns against the setting sun. "We do have one more option," he murmured, but the way he said it made it sound as if it was even worse than Cleo's suggestion.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 10, 2018 18:27:26 GMT -5
Cleopatra chuckled at Tutsef's remark and the look he gave her. She watched him glance up and wince. When he said they had one more option, She raised an eyebrow. "What is our other option and why do you say it like that?" By the sound of his voice, it seemed the other option wouldn't be a desirable one.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 10, 2018 19:12:06 GMT -5
RosaAkhenaten furrowed his brow and then held her hand, staring at her with more determination than he had ever done before. "We get married," he said. "We have our children -- whether they be boy's, or girl's, I don't care. And I make it clear to the world that while Nefertiti is my royal wife, she is not my favoured wife. Let all of Egypt know that. Let all people know that. And let history know that." He pressed her to his chest and kissed her head. "When do you feel like we can announce our marriage? When can you come live at the Palace so I can give you rooms and servants?" ~~~ kittykatcutiez Thutsef bit his tongue, then looked down. Gods, he didn't want to say it. Did he have to say it? One look at Cleopatra's misshapen form and the knowledge that she would currently be hungry motivated him enough to say it -- to tell the truth. "My mother's temple is a few housing blocks away. Just ask for the big temple of Isis, everyone knows it. Offer yourself as a acolyte on pilgrimage -- they should feed you then." "I will...survive, somehow. It'll be easier for me knowing you're safe," he murmured.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 10, 2018 19:17:11 GMT -5
Cleopatra rolled her eyes. Why would he think she would just leave him to starve? "No." She said firmly, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving you alone." As she said that, she thought about Tutsef mentioning his mother.
"Why don't you ask your mother? Surely she will feed you and offer you shelter." She said, looking puzzled.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 11, 2018 7:32:44 GMT -5
Lilystar88 sweetclover1Chrys nodded curiously at Turo, not questioning him further until Turo wanted to tell him himself. He then turned his pale gaze onto Meri, tipping his head slightly to the side. He waited with the patience of a saint as she struggled over the word and had to find it, then listened with a careful nonchalance and unmoving expression as she told him what she was up to. And then, he smiled; nothing on his face to give away what he was feeling, and nothing in his eyes. This prince was soft, yes- but he’d learned well in his own palace walls to not let others see within him. ‘Well, I wish you luck on your endeavours.’ He mildly responded, eating another piece of lamb, and then sipping at the wine, wrinkling his nose slightly at the taste. The wine at home was much sweeter. ‘What kind of information do you seek?’ He then asked, turning to gaze at her again. ‘Perhaps I can be of use to you.’
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 11, 2018 12:13:06 GMT -5
ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ “I do not know this word ‘rest’” Yaeg said, crossing her brows -- angry at herself for not knowing Egyptian after so long in this country. “Slavers do not use this word. So it must be a nice thing,” she concluded, then marched onwards. “I know death,” she explained as she walked, ignoring the room she was in -- just paying attention to where she was going. “Death should fear me. I have beaten it, even in a land such as Egypt -- where slaves are often themselves beaten by death. It did not take me when the slavers tried to end me. It shall not take me now when stupid Egyptian dead ones try to beat me either!” she concluded, and at that moment, clearly death heard her challenge. Because the doorway in front of her slammed shut, a huge stone hurtled down at such a speed she could have been crushed like a scarab beetle. Instantly, she turned around and the doorway behind her was shut by a stone too. In alcoves along the rectangular room lay six carved stone boxes -- ones that looked like the ones the old Egypt King was put inside when he died. She remembered a word ‘sarcophagus’ being used around about that time. The lids of these boxes fell forward, then smashed on the ground, revealing six more egypt dead inside them. Yaeg gripped the torch firmer, her pale face growing even paler in the dim light of the fire. "A nice thing indeed," Setka replied with a chuckle "If our work were ever done." As she moved forwards, Setka followed on after her, listening to her talk as his eyes moved to take in everything about the room they were moving into. Setka was going to respond to her with assurances that they'd get out of there alive so long as they were careful. But that never happened, as at that moment the room was sealed and more dead rose. The young man raised the sword that was in his hands, but the tremor in his hands gave away his fear. This was not going to go well unless they thought of something fast; apart from the flaming hand she held, Yaeg had no weapon to defend herself and Setka wasn't exactly a master swordsman either. He found himself wondering if Yaeg was good with a sword; the weapon may be more useful in her hands. But there wasn't any time for that now. The dead were starting to advance towards them, fully prepared for an attack. Setka would have to think fast but he couldn't think of a way out. He backed up and tried throwing all of his weight against the stone but, to his dismay, it wasn't budging. They would have to fight
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 12, 2018 10:14:29 GMT -5
[[Sorry I wasn't on last night I had a pure mad flaky.]] kittykatcutiezThutsef turned to the side and pulled his face into a brooding sulk. "I won't go back to her empty handed like this. She...she won't say it, but I know she'll be disappointed," he replied. It was, unfortunately for him, true -- he wasn't just making it up. And his mother was everything to him. "I won't let that happen -- I'd rather die than disappoint her." ~~~ sweetclover1 BloodroseMeritaten slowly chewed the piece of grilled lamb she had in her mouth, savouring the flavour as her ears ravenously devoured the information Chrys offered. Her left eye cocked in a mischievous but hungry glance. "So, the cat has claws," she muttered in Egyptian, then learned forward, the weight of her rank and ambition propelling her into a mindset of ruthless action where the end always justified the means. " Anything that would let me control her. Something that, if I told my father, would mean she lost her rank -- or his trust. It needs to be something very...incriminating to be of use to me. If she had a secret lover, if she stood against my father's religious reforms. Something like these things," she explained, hoping Chrys understood what she meant. ~~~ ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ Yaeg glanced backwards towards the stone block against the door, and merely raised an eyebrow. On the outside, she seemed completely calm -- almost nonchalant. But that, of course, was an illusion she'd been carefully taught to put on since birth. Back home, in the cold land, her father -- tribe leader -- always taught her that when going into battle never to let the enemy know you were afraid. To always try and scare them and shock them before beating them with weapons. A reputation was as deadly as any sword, father said. She never thought she'd miss the old bastard. Now, back home, she could also employ many techniques of fear distribution such as painting your face with the blood of your enemies, running into battle naked, or feasting on the flesh of your fallen foes (which was disgusting, but it did the trick of making you seem fearless and savage). But here, there was nothing she could do. No enemy blood, nothing bar her own battlecry. Which she tried again, but this time these Egyptian dead merely grinned and reached out to strangle her. They had surprisingly strong grips. She ducked and dodged, evading a few until eventually one caught her throat and just didn't let go. This one was practically a giant, and lifted her up to the wall and growled, "Burn in the belly of Ammit for your crimes against her," it said. Yaeg was stunned. These words were not in Egyptian, but had been spoken in her native language. How could that happen?! The answer to that question, was not worth dying in vain over. So she crinkled her eyebrows and bared her teeth. "And burn in your belly, for Egypt's crimes against me," she growled, in her own tongue and plunged her torch into his stomach. It festered like a flame-covered wound. A build up of embers started to leek out of him and soon the whole corpse was on fire -- burning and screaming. Huh, it worked, she realized and charged forwards with the fire-stick again, striking each of the six with the flames until they were all burning in their graves. Then, came what Yaeg knew it would -- her death. It was a small room, and now there was a lot of smoke. She coughed and coughed and coughed, her eyes weeping and her lungs desperate for some air. But it was no use, eventually she curled up into a ball before closing her eyes for what she presumed was the last time. But in one instant the smoke cleared, all gone with the snap of someone's fingers. Yaeg could breathe again, and looked up to see that in the now corpse-less hallway stood a woman. Completely alive, completely well. But Yaeg didn't like that smile on her face. "Ghost," she said in her own tongue -- she'd seen them before back in the cold land, they were common there. "That's right, ghost," the woman echoed. "Ghost of the tomb you've disturbed." While Yaeg heard her native language, she knew by this point Setka must've been hearing Egyptian, and that the magic here was beyond a little tomb trap or two. ~~~ Rosa Akhenaten looked around. It was such a simple...quaint little place. And it had been quite hard for him to find. So, he said. "Don't sell this place just yet -- might be useful to have if there were any emergencies," he murmured. But the mere fact he had to outline these 'emergency' places to his own mind was depressing, and he couldn't dwell on it anymore. "Come as quick as you can, he murmured. Your rooms are ready, your ladies and guard detail are all outlined. Once you're here we can have the official announcement," he said. "If that's what you want," he added, making sure she didn't feel like he was dictating everything.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 12, 2018 10:38:48 GMT -5
Chrysanthos listened to her, remaining carefully neutral where he sat as he watched her body language and her eyes. Power hungry, he decided, and hesitantly remembered it was a look he’d often seen in his fiancé back home. He shuddered slightly, before meeting her gaze again. ‘And if your mother has none of these things?’ He questioned, staring her down. ‘What will you do then? You wade into a nest of vipers to search for a snake, without seemingly knowing which snake you search for- and how do you intend to acquire your information? Do you have inside sources who can safely relay things to you? Or are you simply running on a whim?’
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 12, 2018 11:00:32 GMT -5
Chrysanthos listened to her, remaining carefully neutral where he sat as he watched her body language and her eyes. Power hungry, he decided, and hesitantly remembered it was a look he’d often seen in his fiancé back home. He shuddered slightly, before meeting her gaze again. ‘And if your mother has none of these things?’ He questioned, staring her down. ‘What will you do then? You wade into a nest of vipers to search for a snake, without seemingly knowing which snake you search for- and how do you intend to acquire your information? Do you have inside sources who can safely relay things to you? Or are you simply running on a whim?’ Meritaten laughed, then rolled back and took another big drink of wine, before setting her goblet down with some force. " This is my mother," she told him. " You should meet my father -- he is so good, and kind, and tries his best to do the 'right' thing for everyone. He's never even beaten a slave or killed a wife who disobeyed him, because he's just so good." As she spoke, there was a fair degree of hatred in her voice. It was a different kind of hatred than what was present when she talked about her mother. In fact, Meri didn't even hate her mother -- or at least, if she hated her mother she still respected her. Her father she had nothing but contempt for, it was that guttural hatred in which respect was not found. " But my mother," she continued on to Chrys. " She is not a good person -- she is sneaky, and snide and evil. Every part of me that is evil comes from her. She manipulates the whole court. Many are convinced she is a witch. I truly understand how cruel she can be," Meri said. " Which is why I am convinced there is information there to be found."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 12, 2018 11:10:23 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (A what?) Ipy gave him a look and chuckled. "I would not have introduced you to my sister." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You are so solemn. How can I make it better?" Her eyes searched his face. "If I am causing a problem in your personal life I can disappear just as quickly as I appeared." Akhenaten laughed. "Don't you dare," he said, his tone gentle but his message serious. He ran a hand through her hair and pulled her closer to kiss her, letting her mere touch sooth the fraught nerves that were continually tortured by the job he happened to be born into. "You know," he murmured. "Imagine if Thutmose had survived -- right now I'd be vizier, not Pharaoh, and we'd be free from all the pressures this....this...terrible office brings to us." [[ A flaky is when you wrap urself in blankets and panic about your life. Recommended to do so while eating chips. Which I did. ]]
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