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Post by Silversky on Feb 15, 2018 1:05:23 GMT -5
( do I just do my join here or on another page? I’ve always wanted to play in this time period.)
( the king is extra thicc 👌 )
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 15, 2018 16:57:13 GMT -5
(I joined on here)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 15, 2018 20:11:48 GMT -5
(Mind if I make a character? ^^) [[Would love you to! ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 15, 2018 20:13:01 GMT -5
( do I just do my join here or on another page? I’ve always wanted to play in this time period.) ( the king is extra thicc 👌 ) [[I know right Akhenaten a chunky boi. And yes it's just on here. Might make a joining page in the future but that's only after I figure out how to make the front page snazzy.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 15, 2018 20:20:11 GMT -5
(That's very interesting. Mine sort of allude to m life as well. I'll have to read yours sometime!) Cleopatra looked at Tutsef with sad eyes as she saw him in thought. I shouldn't keep acting so scared...but it was so hard nnot to. She thought to herself. All she could do was hope he did not view her now as a creature to pity. When Tutsef pulled away and asked if she knew the queen's schedule she thought for a bit. "As far as I know , she is going to be here , making sure things run smoothly as usual. She has recently become quiet about her activities so I may be missing something." She said. (totally! they're in edits at the moment but soon they shall be e-books and published and I shall give you a free one cause you're nice.) Thutsef nodded. Trying not to think about his earlier error, but it was so hard not to think of it. Focus on the job, he remembered focus on your duty. He turned and paced up and down the clean sandstone floor. He listened to the rustlings here, in the palace. They were all so faint. There was no water, no hustle and bustle of the city. The only thing that was heard was the occasional muffled cough from the hallway, and Cleopatra's own breathing. Ugh it was useless, he was never going to be impressive to her ever again. Not in that strictly, chief scribe he wanted to be around people. With that thought in mind, Thutsef collapsed onto the pillows on the floor. These ones were spun with blue linen the colour of lapis lazuli, with gold rims and tattles. The fires burned brightly in their wall sconces, he still looked a little shiny. "What about dignitaries?" he asked. "What about that...Ma'atet fellow, the oracle, who's supposed to be coming in a few days. Any of the ladies heard gossip about him?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 15, 2018 20:27:05 GMT -5
(Awesome! Also real quick, Alexandria has already been an establish city by this point in history, right? Or am I too far in the future?? I actually have I character original from Alexandria but could have traveled to Thebes at this point ) Wajet, a city dedicated to Hathor the goddess of femininity. But all the aspects of Alexandria (the trade, the commerce, the knowledge base with intellectuals) were pretty evenly spread out throughout Egypt as a whole. Intellectualism would have been more Memphis however, with trade and commerce being more Thebes. Unfortunately the Romans didn't show up till at least another thousand years later as well. They kinda ended Egypt as well but to be fair it had had a good run. Does this work for you?]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 15, 2018 20:32:10 GMT -5
[[also alas I'm going to have to head for the night. I'm exhausted. The day was so long, and I need to be up early to prepare for my nana coming over.]]
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 15, 2018 20:51:06 GMT -5
(@lillystar88 , thank you! I can't wait to read it!)
Cleopatra ran her fingers through her long black hair as she thought about Tutsef's question. "I have heard talk of a secret meeting between the queen and the oracle the day after he arrives. " She bit her lip , which was a habit she has when she is thinking.
She sat on a pillow next to where Tutsef laid. "Are you feeling well?" she asked, noticing the way he collapsed on the floor.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 16, 2018 9:30:54 GMT -5
(Sure! Memphis would be perfect, or at least a small village outside of it, since his father was a local merchant and mother a low level priestess. Let me get started on his form!) [[Ahh fabulous! Can't wait to see it <3 ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 16, 2018 9:44:27 GMT -5
(@lillystar88 , thank you! I can't wait to read it!) Cleopatra ran her fingers through her long black hair as she thought about Tutsef's question. "I have heard talk of a secret meeting between the queen and the oracle the day after he arrives. " She bit her lip , which was a habit she has when she is thinking. She sat on a pillow next to where Tutsef laid. "Are you feeling well?" she asked, noticing the way he collapsed on the floor. [[ ^u^ welcome! and what about some of your stuff? When will yours be ready?]] Thutsef's eyes narrowed in thought. "What could the Queen want with an oracle that Pharaoh would not? Amunet has assured me he's spending the next fortnight alone in a time of 'reflection' on Aten. Everyone hopes he'd change his mind on the subject but you know as well as I do that he won't," he said. His mind was in a place of puzzles and logic. Like he was playing Senet. Gods, he loved that game. But then, once again, Cleopatra's next question got him off guard. How should he answer that? The truth? Tell him he got so caught up with his thoughts about her that he came off like an idiot? Well, no, he wasn't making a bigger fool of himself. But a less controversial truth may be more appropriate. A wide smile came to his lips and a throaty chuckle came to his voice. "Three weeks ago, my whole life revolved around being the perfect scribe -- being appropriate, formal, and respectful of my betters. Making sure I was never caught with weakness of any kind. Now I'm trying to stop an assassination with nothing to go on but a letter from an illiterate priestess. No one taught me how to be in this role...I guess I'm just nervous of being too weak to do it, and not doing it right." He turned to Cleo. "But since you ask, I sit on the floor when I feel frustrated because as a child, in Memphis, every other child teased me about my dark skin -- telling me my father was from the wastelands, or a slave. I got so frustrated about it, and my mother would tell me to sit down -- telling me it would cool my temper. Don't know if it worked for every child, but it worked for me. Helped me relax," he said. The firelight was low tonight, but you could still see the glow from his face of particularly dark skin. It was only a few shades darker than the others in egypt, but still that was enough to be a big difference. "And what about you, Cleopatra? All the other servants of the Queen gush and flaunt they're so close to the royal mistress. You...don't. You're quiet -- and don't think I don't know it's because you're scared. Y'know, you may be a servant but you're not a slave. You still have rights."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 16, 2018 12:00:40 GMT -5
Name: Ahmos, but goes by "Turo" Age: 19 Gender: Male Role: Runaway slave/low level merchant Appearance: Turo is just about every definition of a street rat- he's about 5"8 and 140 pounds soaking wet. He has dark, olive colored, skin that is always tanned, and slanted dark brown eyes. His hair is cut short, the only thing that he actually pays attention to in his appearance. Its black and wavy, but currently it is long enough to cover his ears. He needs to cut it soon and has bad scarring on his back. Has no facial hair. Personality: We shall see. His personality changes every now and then tbh. History: When he was twelve he had been taken away from his family by slave traders who had been traveling down the Nile. Their small village that lived an hour (on foot) out of Memphis had been raided by strange. Many huts had been burned to the ground, and his parents had been gone on a trip to Memphis, so he was tasked with protecting his siblings. because of this he'd been taken away, brought to Thebes, where these strange men had claimed his family owed money and he'd been payment. He is a recent runaway, having escaped a year ago, and is currently living on the streets. Family: Two sisters, father is a merchant in Memphis and mother is a Priestess under Sekhmet Other: He is still on the run and even if some form of indentured servitude would allow him to live in better conditions he'd never go back to that. He makes his living by selling off things he steals from higher classes sells. Screen-name: Sweetclover1
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 16, 2018 12:34:10 GMT -5
( Lilystar88 , I write on an app called episode. Have you heard of it?) ( sweetclover1 welcome!) "It is ok to show weakness sometimes. The gods did not create man to be perfect." Cleopatra said softly. "As for your skin, man is known for fearing something they don't understand. They don't know how it feels to have your skin." She smiled slightly "I think you look nice the way you are." Cleopatra tried to avoid Tutsef's last question and fell silent. After a few very long seconds , she gathered her courage and took in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "You are right. I'm not scared. Tutsef, I have been hurt. If I am honest with you, I am still being hurt. I may not be a slave, but I do not have a pen** , which makes me vulnerable." She bit her lip and looked over at the fire. "I do not pride myself on being close to anyone unless I am free to live the way I want , without attending to others needs. I love the queen and I respect the king , but being free is what I desire most."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 16, 2018 17:57:16 GMT -5
( Lilystar88 , I write on an app called episode. Have you heard of it?) ( sweetclover1 welcome!) "It is ok to show weakness sometimes. The gods did not create man to be perfect." Cleopatra said softly. "As for your skin, man is known for fearing something they don't understand. They don't know how it feels to have your skin." She smiled slightly "I think you look nice the way you are." Cleopatra tried to avoid Tutsef's last question and fell silent. After a few very long seconds , she gathered her courage and took in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "You are right. I'm not scared. Tutsef, I have been hurt. If I am honest with you, I am still being hurt. I may not be a slave, but I do not have a pen** , which makes me vulnerable." She bit her lip and looked over at the fire. "I do not pride myself on being close to anyone unless I am free to live the way I want , without attending to others needs. I love the queen and I respect the king , but being free is what I desire most." Thutsef glanced in the reflection of a bronze vase some distance away. Beside Cleopatra he looked so different. Dark. Hardened and brazened. Like...an outsider. Someone who didn't belong in Egypt. That's why he tried so hard to be the perfect scribe -- so he could belong in this land, that he'd been raised in. Her compliment brought a smile to his lips. It made him feel like eating dates felt -- warm and cozy inside, truly happy. He felt, for the first time, that someone who wasn't his mother really didn't mind he as different, in fact they preferred it. And that feeling was beautifully reflected in his happy glance beamed up at Cleopatra. But, her next statements made him less happy. It was true, woman were less advantaged than men. He'd always been...fine with that -- never really thought about it. His mother seemed happy. Most woman just...went and did what was expected of them. The thought that that was a role subtly forced upon them was quite literally too much for Thutsef to manage in his head. But the thought of woman being more than what was expected of them wasn't -- because for two week's, he'd been mouthpiece to the Queen and that woman had political strategy and a keen mind for leading a country just as much as Pharaoh had it. And, dare he think it, perhaps more than Pharaoh did. And Cleopatra was probably not any different. She didn't write like the Queen, but she had no means to. But she had some things that the Queen did not -- and first and foremost was her bravery. "Cleo," Thutsef said. "I don't think I've ever dared to dream that I'd be free of a guided life -- I'm not a slave, but I bend to the will of Amunet at every turn. Before that, I bent to the will of my mother, who bent to the will of the High Priestess. I...I honestly don't know if I ever will. But you've had the sheer courage to wish it, and for that, I believe the gods will give you it." [[Do you want that to be Cleo's end point goal? Cause once they fix the assassination then that could be the 'reward' is she gets an elevated position? If you want to keep her in a servant role though just say and I won't rp that to happen.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 16, 2018 17:58:13 GMT -5
[[ sweetclover1 yay! Our own wee marxist <3 I shall add him this instant. ]]
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 16, 2018 21:56:51 GMT -5
( sweetclover1 I have a character open! Lilystar88 that would be great actually if she was rewarded like that) Cleopatra look at Tutsef with curiosity. "You think I will be more than a servant?" she asked. She was taken aback by him saying that , she wished to be more , but never thought she would be. She never got her hopes up. Maybe the gods would reward her for her bravery.. but then again, was she really brave or just foolish? What if... her eyes widened "Tutsef... what if we get killed trying to save her and she dies anyways? I want to be free , but not in death yet."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 13:46:23 GMT -5
( sweetclover1 I have a character open! Lilystar88 that would be great actually if she was rewarded like that) Cleopatra look at Tutsef with curiosity. "You think I will be more than a servant?" she asked. She was taken aback by him saying that , she wished to be more , but never thought she would be. She never got her hopes up. Maybe the gods would reward her for her bravery.. but then again, was she really brave or just foolish? What if... her eyes widened "Tutsef... what if we get killed trying to save her and she dies anyways? I want to be free , but not in death yet." [[ Ahh I can do that. I like her as a character it would be great if we could give her a little bit more freedom. I'm going to move the plot along a lil rn if that's okay. ]] "Of course you will!" Thutsef answered, more enthusiastically than he had about just anything. He was so sure of it -- he'd met servant girls before who had belittled him, or worse, tried to seduce him, all for status. It made them...for lack of a better word, inhumane. But Cleopatra wasn't like that at all. She was, dare he say, good. If such a thing existed in Egypt. "And as for the idea that you're going to die," he said, then moved himself round to look her in the eye, rather than moving her own body. "I won't let that happen," he added, in a tone firmer than he'd ever used before. The scribe then had plans to explain how, and why, but was interrupted with the sound of shuffling. Not a rat -- too big, and cats didn't make that noise. Thutsef whipped around to see the tail end of a cloak disappearing behind sheet of gossamer that surrounded the Queen's throne. He jumped up and ran to the sheet but the mysterious figure had gone, all that was left was the stone brick wall in front of them. Too bad for him, Thutsef had been sitting five feet away from where he was for two weeks. He'd noticed the little dip in the stone on the floor, and the way the pillows were always different every time he looked at it. He gave the wall a shove and it opened, pulling to the front and then sliding to the side. "Come on!" he shouted to Cleopatra, then ran inside himself. It was pitch black, and he'd brought no torch. But while there were a few rats scuttling around his feet, there was also soft sand. No traps -- this passage was used a lot. He ran, chasing the sound of the assailant through winding steps upwards and ladders downwards until eventually he'd been running for a good five minutes. They'd come to an area with a bit of light in it now -- there was something to the side of them. It felt like lots of straw and wood all mashed together. The assailant climbed on it. Thutsef followed. But the straw and wood sounded different -- he couldn't pinpoint where the sound was going and soon he was lost. Thutsef could have screamed but instead his ears focused downwards, he dropped onto the straw and looked down through it. There, he saw the Queen -- dressed in her formal blue hat and khol. Funny, he thought she was with Pharaoh. But instead, another was talking to her. Thutsef couldn't see his face but there was he was wearing cheetah fur over his tunic. Which meant it was one of the King's closest advisers, and Nefertiti's father, Ay. "Have you tried mandrake?" he said. "Of course I've tried mandrake!" she snapped. "Have you made enough offerings to Isis?" Nefertiti stopped per pacing and lent in to his face. "Half my wealth goes to that useless statue in the temple!" Ay stood up. "Careful, girl! If I find out you're as disillusioned as your husband I'll..." She whipped around and put her hand over her stomach. "Until 'Aten' puts a son in here, he's as dead to me as the rest of the world." Thutsef gently felt around the sides of him to see if Cleo had joined him, hiding on top of the roof of Nefertiti's private chambers.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 13:48:22 GMT -5
(Ahaha I like that description xD Anywhere I can jump in?) [[Do you prefer plots or jump ins? I can do either. I have Meri free who's a typical rebellious princess. Me, you and Kitty could all do something?]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 14:13:36 GMT -5
[[Cool, I'll post a starter (it'll be relatively short cause I gotta do a response for another rp too). Gimmie 30 minutes max.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 14:37:25 GMT -5
“Keep your head up, shoulders back, and for Hathor’s sake Meri, smile.”
She could have ripped that stupid blue hat right off her mother’s vain, calculating little head. Smile? Why the duat did she need to smile? She wasn’t looking for a marriage -- and yes, she knew she should be what with being as old as seventeen and all -- and she hated these godsforsaken ‘state signings’. The parties afterwards were okay but Nefertiti kept her practically welded to her throne all night ever since she’d got caught putting her hand down the general’s son’s tunic.
“I will, mother,” her sister chimed in.
Meri rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but you’re not the oldest so no one gives a crap,” she said.
Nefertiti glared at her. “I would slap you didn’t already have your make up on. Be assured girl, one word from me and suddenly all of history will consider the one with the birth-mark on her leg the eldest daughter of Akhenaten, not the quarrelsome one with the bad attitude!” her mother shouted and then left the beauty room.
Meri smirked. No way her mother would do that. Meke was too meek, shy and mild. Already she was married to the aforementioned general’s son, and the only reason he did not demote her to being a lesser wife was because she was because of her father. Besides, she was ugly.
But, her mother did need taught a lesson.
“Tell the Hittite King I’ve taken ill, and am so sorry I cannot make the signing,” Meritaten told Meke.
“No, you can’t lea--”
But Meri had already ducked out the door and was walking down the hallway. Thank the gods she didn’t run into mother or father, and as luck would have it she was now all dressed for going out. But she went by her room and threw off the thin plaited wig and put back on her big raunchy one she bought off a desert savage once, with thick braids all down it.
She expertly put some red lip paint on made of sheep fat and powdered paint, and blended it in with other colours so it was darker on the outside and there was little white bits in the middle that made it shine. Her eyes were smokey and dramatic already, and to leave the hints of princesshood behind she removed all the bangles, the necklaces, the fine sandals and put on just a simple white dress with a gossamer overlay and her sack-cloth cloak.
Finally, she was ready, and scuttled out and down to the town. In the upper parts of town some people were starting to stare and point, maybe believing that Princess Meritaten had come to visit. But once the middle town was reached not one person looked up. By the time she was amongst the black-market dealers who fled at the sight of guards, she was completely unnoticed. A few even thought she was a prostitute, but if they made any hint of a move her combat training (that she’d had to seek out herself, ugh) proved enough to scare them off.
Her eyes drifted over various stalls. A few of them had furs and leathers -- one was a cheetah fur that she was sure was stolen off of grandfather Ay. Necklaces, rings, a brothel or two. Ah, and then there was a stall or odd bits and ends of things. She trailed her hand over it, and came across a pendant, made of copper, with a pure turquoise gem in the middle. A lady had come by trying to seduce father. Mother had thrown her in the cells. Meri had got her out and together they’d spent a wonderful night together -- and the woman gave her that jewel to ‘remember her by’.
She hadn’t even noticed it was missing, until now. How had the little rascal got it?
“What’s this?” she asked, holding it up.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 17, 2018 15:14:22 GMT -5
Another day another attempt to survive.
Honestly it was getting a little bothersome but at least today seemed to be a decent day. He'd managed to snag some good wares off of the locals and some visitors in town. The Hittite king had been visiting, from what he heard there was a courting going on. It was all good for Turo, though, because that just meant there were idiots who didn't know how to watch their stuff. It meant Turo had nicer things to sell and he'd have more money by the end of the day.
So far he'd sold three different amulets and it gave him enough money to afford a small amount of bread so he wouldn't starve for the night. Maybe he got a little greedy, too, and set out a few more of his nicer objects. He'd spent most of the morning wandering around the middle and upper class, not very noticeable considering how tiny he was, only being spat on a few times by the upper class for being such a vagrant. It was worth it, though, because each of them had lost something that looked particularly important to them.
He'd even managed to score a small thing of Kohl, which he had kept to himself, since it was used to ward off evil spirits. It had been years since he'd been able to wear this, when he was a slave he hand't been allowed to have anything, literally so this was the first time since he'd lived with his parents that he'd had this protection. It wouldn't last for long, but perhaps he'd be able to scrape some money together for some, so he was hoping for at least that much.
Since he was in a good mood he'd pulled out his findings for the day, along with something he'd scored a day ago, a nice copper pendant with turquoise in the middle. He had been in the upper class neighborhood and stole it from a particularly snobby woman and maybe he was gloating just a little bit at it. He'd been flirting with a particularly handsome man when it had caught his eye, deciding that it was more worth while to grab that pendant instead of continuing to talk to him, so he was pretty proud of it.
He had been settled at his "stall" if ou could call it that. All it was was a matt that was made out of Reeds he had taken, with all his little trinkets he'd stolen, only glancing up at the question.
The lazy smirk on the mans face when he recognized the woman he'd stolen it from, wondering what she was doing on this side of town, sitting up a little straighter. His hands fell onto the rough linen he wore around his waist, wondering how he was going to handle this one.
"It's a pendent. A quite nice one at that. I think it was... made of copper? I found it as I was walking around Thebes, thought a pretty lady like you would like it, " So... he wasn't totally lying. He was in Thebes and he did find it. The thing was just on her person. She wasn't his type, but he'd quickly learned flirting was the best way to sell, even if flirting with a noble was what he had to do he'd do it. He flashed her his realest looking grin, hoping she didn't suspect he'd stolen it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 15:34:53 GMT -5
[[Ok I said I'd get better but I was lying cause now I need to run to get takeout so this smaller than urs so now I feel bad sorry.]]
A squeal of laughter left Meritatan’s lips. Games! She loved games. Loved the fact that the little soul was trying to please with flirtations her too, bless his heart. Truth be told sometimes she met men, and she wouldn’t stop until they were ripping each others clothes off and heading straight for a bathing pool, and sometimes she didn’t. This time was the latter. But the boy was interesting -- as were most of the vagabonds that combed the streets. They were honest to her. If she wanted compliments, she’d get them in the palace. If she wanted honesty, she’d get them here.
“Tell you what,” she said. “I’ll give you...three gold bands and an Anubis charm, and you’ll tell me how I got so clumsy as to let this thing go. It’s not particularly precious, but imagine if I’d been so stupid to leave my royal undergarments on and someone like you ran away with them and sold them to the Amorites.”
She knocked her head back so her hood shifted up slightly, the light of a nearby torch on a pole catching her plump face and thick black wig that looked exactly like all the statues.
“Oh, how ever would the heir apparent cope then.”
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 17, 2018 15:51:39 GMT -5
(No its all good!)
Turo blinked for a moment when he heard the squeal of laughter.
Ugh. Nobles. They were always like this. So easily amused by even a small amount of flirtation or something out of the ordinary. The forced smile had quickly faded and he had to force himself from cringing away at the loud squealing. He arched a brow, shocked when she flat out called him out about stealing from him, because that hand't happened before. Most nobles were far too stupid to realize that they'd been stolen from, let alone recognize the thief, so that was enough to wipe the flirtatious smirk off his face.
She was smart. Impressive.
He straightened his back, an old burn shaped as a slaves mark that had been stricken through recently (he'd gotten someone to do it), now more visible s he leaned forward. "I'd be stupid to take the gold bands. That's asking to be arrested and made your slave for debt. Six silver coins, a gold one, and the amulet and I may tell you." He responded, now all business.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 16:13:24 GMT -5
Meritaten’s eyes narrowed until they were thin like eye slits in a ball mask. She looked down at the stall once again, scouring it for anything that took her fancy. His offer was an interesting one and he himself was a businessman. I mean, of sorts. He still had the knack for knowing. She kept it to herself that if she wanted to make him her slave, she could’ve -- being a princess means you have that sort of thing. Once she’d been r*ped, but couldn’t tell anyone ‘cause then her maidenhead would have been taken. That man she made a slave -- a tomb slave no less. The fat merchant was dead in a month! She laughed as she fed his limbs to jackels.
“One gold ring, the anubis charm and….” she scoured the stand one more time. “This!” she announced and placed forward an alabaster jar full of pomegranate powder. A jew once told her to take it, said it kept her womb clean. A few egyptian doctors recommended it for uncle Horemheb’s ’s and it seemed to work so she still took it regularly. It was good in case she found a man she liked and hadn’t planned it, hadn’t been able to put her pessary in (although she did hate that thing.
And funnily enough, her pessary was her mother’s idea. Mother knew men could take women without asking. No one need know, unless she had a child. So in that way, her prospects were still protected. Even if it did tip the scales of Osiris in duat slightly against her favour.
But her thoughts had dwelled upon herself long enough. Who was this man? He was too young to be a down and out merchant, and too smart to be a boy-prostitute to satisfy older men. Which meant it was unlikely his mother was one. Yet, he was not a slave -- no markings, and slaves were usually less defiant than this. Perhaps, he was just lucky -- the bastard of a merchant and a slave, yes, and the merchant was kind to him and gave him a little funds. Then, he used his father’s good smarts he got to build his business. That must be it.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 17, 2018 17:58:54 GMT -5
It took all of Turo's strength to not flinch away when the woman narrowed her eyes at him. Years of receiving that look from his "masters" had been enough to have him conditioned to fear it. He tried to stay as still and confident as possible, though, dark hazel eyes flickering as the woman placed forward an alabaster jar of... he reached forward and opened it. Immediately he recognized it.
Pomegranate powder.
Something flickered through his eyes as he stared at it for a moment, something akin to longing, remembering the days when his mother would take him to Sekhmets temple and let him crush the various herbs, berries, and fruits into powders. Pomegranates had always been his favorite, he loved the smell, plus there was always so much to crush. He'd remained silent as he stared at the powder before looking back up as if he were coming out of the trance. "This will sell for plenty." He responded, taking the offers, placing the alabaster jar down on the mat gently after holding it for a few moments. Soon the few moments were gone and he was forcing a smile back on his face.
He couldn't help the homesickness that had flooded his chest. He'd wanted to be a priest fro Sekhmet, follow in his mothers footsteps and become a healer, now he was just a thief who was selling everything and anything he could for a bite to eat. He stretched out slowly, old scars pulling with a little bit of pain, eyeing the woman much like a cat would a human. Boredly. At least, feigned boredom for him.
"You're lazy and careless. More focused on the big picture and watching the poorer peoples lives like a show than actually watching them. Honestly you're one of the easiest people to steal from. Outside of the visitors that is. I wouldn't doubt you're some kind of noble." He responded with a simple shrug, freely admitting he'd stolen from her before. He'd just thought she was some spoiled kid, not a child of Pharaoh. He'd have run if he knew who she really was.
(Hope you don't mind the explanation! This is also just his opinion, it might not be true. Thats up to you of course xD)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 18:40:21 GMT -5
[[Nahh nahh you're fine -- accurate too. I like giving her a bit of the brat factor.]]
Meri smirked, her eyes glittering. So, he didn’t believe her. Interesting. Just furthermore proved his intelligence. But, this could be used to her advantage. Letting someone with a keen sense of cleverness know who she was...might not be so great.
“Yeah, some kind of noble, that’s right,” she said, drawing a hand out her cloak and drawing back in the pomegranate seed. She’d mix some into some mild wine later on, also, before big parties she’d rub a little inside her you-know-what to stop the man’s seed from giving her a child.
She turned around side to side and started to look for guards, or someone like that, who might recognise her. No one. Good. She turned back to Turo and smiled. Here was the thing -- she didn’t know what he was. He winced a little, like he’d done something manual in his life, but was too smart to be a labourer. No, this little thing was a mystery. And while he wouldn’t be good for sex, he would be interesting.
“I have an...establishment. Reputable, I assure you, and private. Down this part of town -- it’s the only place a woman can own anything you see. There’s a golden statue of Baset in it. Solid gold -- you can check. It’s yours, as long as you tell me everything about you. I’m curious. My...father...is busy serving the Hittite King tonight, so why not? I’ll be free, you’ll be free, and I can learn something about how to be less ‘lazy and careless’. I’ll write you a certificate of ownership so there’s no qualms about debt. Maybe a few qualms about my sanity for giving it away though. But oh well, my parents never thought me sane anyway.”
“Food, wine, and good music. We can perhaps get you a few nice ladies to warm your bed tonight,” then she looked him over, giving him an eye up and down then smirked. “Or a few men?”
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 17, 2018 19:17:45 GMT -5
Turo narrowed his eyes a little at the offer of going to an establishment. He knew this wasn't too much of an actual offer- no doubt this wasn't an offer- this was some kind of order. He straightened his back a little, interested at the tidbit of information, that her father was serving the Hittite King which meant that he was definitely someone important. Now the question was who this woman was related to.
That meant if he wanted to know he'd have to go with this woman. That offer of the golden statue of Baset wold be nice, yes, but in this part of town? It'd be stolen from him before he could even find someone who'd be willing to buy it from him. "It would get stolen before it made it back here. I'd have no use for a golden statue of Baset." He responded simply before slowly packing away his things, some of the less pricey objects were being shoved into tiny holes that were hidden by large rocks while the rest were rolled into the reed mat. He ignored the offer of women warming his bed, only looking up sharply at the mention of men, cheeks darkening a little at it. "I have no bed to warm." He responded, not denying nor admitting it. He then picked up the mat and disappeared for a few minutes, slipping through the stalls and into some reeds. He then placed the mat in his hiding place before returning.
"I suppose this isn't much of a choice. So lead the way." He responded with a vague distaste, straightening his back slowly as he looked around, wondering which establishment she owned down her, frankly surprised that she knew any at all let alone down one.
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