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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 16:43:24 GMT -5
[[Also I find it hilarious that ancient egyptians had the foresight to prepare their dead with peerless preservation techniques so the biological matter of people's bodies can still be accessed for DNA testing, but didn't realise that if everyone marries their sister each generation DNA testing becomes almost impossible cause everybody is so fckin inbred. ]] seriously what are the odds of that?![[it makes it tricky to figure out who's who's parents, cause most likely, someone is someone's parent but also probably their auntie too and it's like jfc how do we figure this out. I'm tellin ya'll, time machine's yo~]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 16:58:39 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy tilted her head and hesitated,biting her lip. It was clear she was pensive. "Forgive me. I do not wish to offend you. I do not believe you lie. But I am unsure of why our gods would abandon us. Or be completely false to begin with. I cannot understand this new change but I do trust that you are a good hearted Pharaoh and would not try to destroy your people's afterlife."she said carefully. Her eyes searched his face for a hint of anger. "Did our gods abandon us?" Akhenaten smiled brightly. He loved that she spoke honestly -- knowing that not many were truly, 100% faithful to Aten. At least, she wasn't here to kill him. An assassin never would have admitted honestly that they didn't worship the new god. The pharaoh walked towards the statue -- it was formless, mainly. It was merely two hands holding up a huge golden ball that was meaning to be the sun. Aten had it made for Meritaten's birth -- to show that Aten was a god that encompassed all things, as the sun encompassed all things. All life depended on the sun, and all life depends on Aten. It just didn't know it yet. "In all honesty, my lady, I don't think they were real to begin with. Or at least, Aten was realer. That fact wasn't easy to discover for myself. I ignored every voice I heard or sign I saw for years," he said, looking downcast as he remembered the ignorance he lived in by his own choice. "Finally, I couldn't take the lies anymore. So in my seventh year of co-rulership with my father, I introduced Aten to him and by some miracle he believed me, and let me commission the temples and phase out some of the old gods." "And that is why I value honesty so much, my lady, because for years I lied to everyone about what I believed -- simply because I wanted to further myself, and my life on this mortal plane."
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Rosa
Call me Rosa: 21, music lover, teacher, Irish American, sassy but all about spreading love♡
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Post by Rosa on Feb 28, 2018 17:25:30 GMT -5
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 17:42:25 GMT -5
Ipy swallowed her disappointment. "They did not exist? I feel as though I've wanted my life on them." She turned and looked at the figure. "I suppose my namesake is false as well?" She seemed a tad sad about it. She glanced at the broach in her hand and studied its sparkling gems. She had pleased rulers before and received nice gifts but never anything like this. She could not imagine just how well provided for her sister could now be. She smiled to herself as her fingertip traced the engravings on the broach. She was lost in thought for a moment trying to budget out the wages. Perhaps she could take a break from dancing for awhile... Akhenaten almost winced. This is why he never wanted to tell people about Aten in the first place. Ripping away someone's faith was...not kind. And he wished to be a kind ruler. It wasn't going to make him any more famous, or renowned, for brutish Pharaoh's long, long ago had built pyramids, just outside Giza that had made them immortal. He just wanted to give people live. The man was born with a distaste for seeing people in squalor. The trait might have been admirable had he been a hero in a fable or a story, but in the real world of Thebes many thought it was a trait that made him a weak ruler. He knew otherwise -- for Akhenaten wasn't scared of making hard decisions when he needed to. With the thoughts of gods in his mind, Akhenaten turned to Ipy and took her hands again. "One thing I know Aten to be is a merciful God -- if you still need the temples of Osiris and Isis in your life, then he will not damn you because of that. That's why I've not banned worship of the old pantheon -- because some people do not have the same, foolish cravings, for the most purest truth as I do." His eyes trailed off to see the broach she seemed encapsulated with. "I can provide you with more, if you like," Akhenaten said. "I merely didn't do so so soon because that is what my father would do when he then expected...more than a dance, if you catch my meaning."
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 28, 2018 17:47:08 GMT -5
Turo glanced over, tipping his head to one side at the instructions, before nodding slowly and standing to his feet. “Will be back.” He promised as he headed towards the camp as and tried to remember the instructions. He let the dog sniff his hand and was able to grab the keys rather quickly. He’d been efficient on stealing it. The problem was he wasn’t careful when he was going back to the cage and unlocking it. “Got the key.” He said smugly. ((And I’m back!!!! Jesus two pages since I was last on omg)) Chrys was about to respond, eagerly moving to get up, when his face fell to one of terror. ‘What a clever little weasel.’ Murmured a voice by Turo’s ear, before a hand planted firmly into his back, shoving him into the already cramped cage, and slamming the door shut. Chrys fearfully presses himself against the bars, watching as the trader snatched the keys back from Turo through the bars, and locked the cage again, a snarl on his lips. ‘I told you to behave yourself, sunshine.’ He snapped, standing up. ‘It’s a good thing I’m selling you soon, or I’d beat you half to death.’ He tucked the keys into his belt, scoffing, before walking away. ‘Your little friend can go with you when you’re finally gone.’ Chrys watched with a terrified expression as he walked away, before, trembling, he looked at Turo. ‘I told you to go.’ He croaked, curling up as best that he could, his whole body shaking as he hid his face. ‘This is my fault. Now look what I’ve done.’
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 18:05:54 GMT -5
Ipy took his words of comfort and pondered them in her heart before nodding with acceptance. As to his comment about more gifts she raised an eyebrow. "Pharaoh I did not even require this broach. You cannot buy my loyalty." She wagged her finger at him in jest, her tone light and teasing. Her face grew more serious. "I am ever grateful for this gift that I do not deserve. And yes I do understand what you're saying and no I do not feel as though that is what is happening here." Lilystar88 Akhenaten laughed, his hands up in mock surrender to her chastisement. It was freeing to be around someone and feel so...young, again. As if he had barely touched manhood, rather than being richly enfolded into agedness. He lent against a pillar -- part of what made him so...interested with Ipy was the fact she wasn't a child herself. Akhenaten would put her at at least twenty, which felt fantastic compared to the times his adviser's had placed a girl of fifteen or sixteen in his view. The argument was that while manhood was based on deeds, womanhood was based merely on when a female's bleeding started. He didn't think much about it until Nefertiti had told him that Meritaten had started bleeding at eleven years. It put unbridled fear in him to think someone so young could be defiled by someone older than he was. And to this day, that was why he had not consented to Meritaten's marriage. "You deserve much more than that, my lady. But you're right -- I cannot buy your loyalty, or affections. To be frank, if I was interested in buying affections rather than earning them, I'd have met you in a br*thel, not a temple."
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 28, 2018 18:08:22 GMT -5
Cleopatra looked up at Tutsef, her eyes filled with curiosity. "You really think that of me?" She asked in disbelief as she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. Then, she took in a deep breath full of air , held it in for a few seconds, then released it. She walked around to distract her from the story she was about to tell. "It started when I was 10. You know woman can betaken advantaged of by the guards. Well that's what happened. That day something inside of me changed. I wasn't that energetic and happy little girl anymore. I became shy and untrusting of everything and everyone I come across. " She lightly touched a golden vas that was placed as decor on the three legged wooden table that stood beside her. "My heart will not let me speak about it anymore. But I will tell you , it hasn't ended and never will." (Just found out they had three legged wooden tables back then , which is awesome asf) [[lol how'd you find that one out?]] Thutsef curled his fist into his hand so hard his nails dug into his palm. He tried so hard to keep his face understanding and sympathetic but it just bubbled up, overwhelmed him -- unbelievable anger that he'd never felt before overtaking him and, and-- His fist slammed into the wall, there was a soft crack, not of the stone but of the very bones inside of him. He didn't feel it though, he was sweating and frowning. "Ten?" he whispered. Ten?! How the f*** could she just be...stolen, like that. Her soul taken away from her before it had even had a chance to spread it's wings. Thutsef turned to Cleo, his hand now dropped from the wall but his body still primed for a fight, his shoulders and pectoral muscles inflated and his head leered forward that way men did when they were about to come to blows. "Does he still breathe?" he asked. (I looked up what kind of tables they had back then lol) Cleopatra stood in shock to how Tutsef was acting. He acted as the man I was talking about had murdered his family. She waited a few moments then sighed deeply. "There are cruel people in the world. You act shocked, but I am not. Guards around here only know to protect the royalty. Well, most of them anyways." She paused and bit her lip , contemplating what she would say next. "He does breathe. But doing him harm will not take anything back."
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Rosa
Call me Rosa: 21, music lover, teacher, Irish American, sassy but all about spreading love♡
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Post by Rosa on Feb 28, 2018 18:37:24 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 28, 2018 18:43:27 GMT -5
[[ kittykatcutiez my wifi is awful but messenger is working so blood is posting this one for me.]] Thutsef frowned and folded his arms. He tried to bite his tongue. Gods damnit, he’d done it before! Why couldn’t he do it now. Why couldn’t he just ignore it and be rational, shove it down and-- Nope. He couldn’t ignore this. Not now. He sighed in frustration and put his hands above his head, pressing against the wall. “It is a crime that he still lives,” he answered. “He stole your very soul, Cleo. He dared to try and dampen the light that is you and gods damnit if he hadn’t done that maybe I’d have the courage to tell you I have…” “...well, nevermind. Doesn’t matter. Shall we go visit the prison’s now? See what that assassin wanted before the Queen fling’s me in as well for deserting my post?”
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 19:04:53 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy raised a hand to her chest and let out a fake gasp. "Pharaoh. I would not be seen in a place like that." She meant it but her offense was in jest. She raised an eyebrow with a sly smile. "I am but a dancer, I assure you." She paused. "If I may ask why did you ask to see me again? I'm sure you have met many dancers and are not meeting with each after the party." She slowly approached him. "And you are a perfect gentleman so I do not assume an ulterior motive." She raised a hand to his cheek. "It is time for your honesty to shine Pharaoh." Her voice had changed to a more comfortable tone, one of familiarity. Confident. Silky as before. Akhenaten truly laughed this time, leaning into the palm of her hand placing his hands over her wrist, slowly running them down her arm -- his touch was so light, so gentle, but electric since it was so eventful. Akhenaten didn't need to touch a woman's breast's or nether-regions to make her known to him, the slightest, daintiest stroke told him everything. Whether she was afraid, angry, lustful. If she was acting out of the true intentions of her heart, or not. And most importantly, it let him know his true feelings about her too. "I have seen many dancers -- young, old, skilled, unskilled, who both want me dead and want me alive," he started, his hand slipping behind the crook of her neck and acting as an anchor for him to ever so slowly inch himself forward, closer to her face, her lips. "And I've never asked any of them to meet me here before," he said. "Because none of them danced like you did -- dedicated, precise, beautifully -- and at the same time, spoke the truth in their movements. All dancers speak of the love for the King and Queen, some like to say it's unending -- as solid as the gold sun statue in this temple. Some like to portray it as a spiteful thing, with me being a cruel religious heretic and my wife being a witch for failing to give me a son." All while he spoke, he was getting closer and closer to her. "But you danced the real truth -- in your movements I saw the strength, and the solidity, of my love for my wife and hers for mine. And yet you did not lie, you showed the gaps in the middle -- gaps that neither Aten, nor Nefertiti, nor me or Ay caused. Gaps that are only there because sometimes life gives you cruel circumstances, and obstacles. Obstacles that despite it's strength, my marriage could not overcome." By now he was mere millimeters away from her lips, but instead of placing his mouth upon hers, he dipped his head to the side and put himself right beside her ear. "Does that answer your question, my lady?" he whispered.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 19:24:42 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy's breath caught in her throat as he neared closer and closer and spoke of her with what appeared to be affection and respect. As his hand ran down her arm, she was hyper aware of every sensation around her. What appeared to be him moving in for a kiss resulted instead in him whispering in her ear. "Mostly yes. One last question remains. How is it that I have received enough favor for the King to put his arms around me, to caress and speak so kindly?" She was genuinely curious. A dancer such as she was used to advances but this did not seem like an advance. Or if it was it did not feel as desperate and degrading as others did. He seemed genuinely interested in her talents and even just her as a person. Akhenaten's lips widened into a simper, he withdrew himself once more until his face was now a foot away from hers. One hand slipped high onto her waist and one hand cupped her cheek once more. "And this is where your pharaoh fails you, it seems," he said, slight disappointment shaping his tone. "For I don't know why I want to touch you, and caress you, not in the way I would my wife -- but in a way more tender, and unfamiliar too. Your looks are obviously mesmerizing but being as miss-shapen as I am, you can see past these things quickly." "I don't know why I want you in my bed -- not for the purposes of s*x, but so I can talk to you until I drift into sleep." "I'm a man who knows almost everything there is to know, and yet, the reason I find you so...enchanting is completely unknown to me as it is to you," he finished, wide coffee-bean eyes fixed upon her own honey-speckled ones in a stare of longing, but also overwhelming awe. It was if he was a teenage beggar trying to seduce a Queen. "F-forgive me," he stammered, stepping back a bit and looking down. "You must think me so improper," he said, dabbing his sweating, blushing forehead a few times.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 19:50:40 GMT -5
Ipy couldn't help but feel a tad flattered that he thought almost more highly of her than the most beautiful woman in the Nile. Her heart fluttered and her cheeks colored. She was confused however. How she could catch his eye was beyond her. She did not understand why his favor rested on her. "You flatter me, Pharoah. I do not think you improper." She smiled gently and tenderly placed her fingers under his chin lifting his head to meet her eyes. "I am surprised however. Royals do not speak to me in such a manner." She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. Lilystar88 "Royal's are foolish. Trust me, I'd know," he joked and took her hand and led her to one of the side seats behind the columns at the edge of the chapel. It was more comfortable to sit there, and talk. He even lit a sconce by taking the torch and placing it in the fire bowl -- the constant flame that was maintained in the center of the chapel. He put the sconce above them and sat in it's light, his back to the edge of the futon and one leg up so his knee was bent, the other down low so the kilt still covered everything it needed to. He found it easy to relax here in the chapel, and as long as he was looking at Ipy too he couldn't have been more comfortable had he been in the afterlife already. "How long have you danced for royal's, then? I know you haven't danced for me before. Have you danced for Nef? At one of her events? For Ay, perhaps? What about foreign kings -- maybe the Babylonians or the Jews or," he rolled his eyes "those Hittite gorilla's"
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Rosa
Call me Rosa: 21, music lover, teacher, Irish American, sassy but all about spreading love♡
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Post by Rosa on Feb 28, 2018 20:03:30 GMT -5
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 20:19:45 GMT -5
Ipy chuckled. "I have danced for all. The Hittites were my least favorite. Disgusting men. They think the dancers are property, free for them. But no! We are dancers..not concubines." She gave him a smirk. "You by far are my favorite to perform for, Pharaoh. I could dance now for you."She offered with a bow of her head. "It would be my pleasure. As i said you are far more pleasant to perform for than most." The Pharaoh's skin crawled at the mention of the savage race, and at the way they treated Ipy. Akhenaten was not one for outward aggression, but behind the scenes he would make sure any man who tried to mistreat Ipy would suffer in a painful and nasty way. He wasn't going to let the girl be used. "Dancers are not concubines, indeed. I've met and spoken to both. In fact, on my 15th birthday my older brother hired out a girl from a local establishment for me. She was so...eager, it didn't feel right to bed her. We spent the whole night debating whether or not crocodiles were sent from Set or Anubis, and in the end I changed her name to Kiya and let her have an honorary position as my lesser wife. She still lives in Memphis today," he commented as he sat back in eagerness to watch Ipy perform again. "Dance, my lady, dance. Perhaps you'll give me more reason to give you more gold."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -5
( Lilystar88 ) Ipy nodded and stood. She bowed then rose slowly with swaying hips. She broke into another acrobatic dance routine that allowed her to showcase more skill more than she had prior. Her robe fluttered with each movement, her hair bouncing and her body moving in fluid manners. Her muscles rippled and her hips sway3r. She finished in the splits and bowed before him. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Akhenaten could have sworn he didn't blink for the whole performance -- he didn't want to. Each moment was a gift, that he had to savor and be grateful to Aten for. The very temple seemed to light up at her performance. Aten was happy. Maybe that was just wishful thinking, but damn she could move. Her torso twisted, convexed and conveyed itself like a water eel did as he navigated the random changes of the current. Her legs could do the same, just moving in the most inconceivable ways, as if she was part snake...and part angel. By the end of it, Akhenaten noticed more feelings cropping up for her. Damnit, he wasn't looking for another concubine, but he did have to strategically cross his legs to avoid any other 'mishapen' shapes coming from the front of his body, this time a little further down from his belly. By the time the dance was finished he clapped most enthusiastically, but then removed himself from his seat before she rose up from the bow again. He slid behind her and whispered into her ear. "Too majestic to go unrewarded -- come to this temple tomorrow night. Behind the alter, under the rug there's a trap door -- enter it, climb down, follow the corridor to the stairs and then enter the trap door above you then. Meet me there." And after one last kiss upon her cheek, he was gone.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 28, 2018 20:52:41 GMT -5
[[ kittykatcutiez my wifi is awful but messenger is working so blood is posting this one for me.]] Thutsef frowned and folded his arms. He tried to bite his tongue. Gods damnit, he’d done it before! Why couldn’t he do it now. Why couldn’t he just ignore it and be rational, shove it down and-- Nope. He couldn’t ignore this. Not now. He sighed in frustration and put his hands above his head, pressing against the wall. “It is a crime that he still lives,” he answered. “He stole your very soul, Cleo. He dared to try and dampen the light that is you and gods damnit if he hadn’t done that maybe I’d have the courage to tell you I have…” “...well, nevermind. Doesn’t matter. Shall we go visit the prison’s now? See what that assassin wanted before the Queen fling’s me in as well for deserting my post?” Cleopatra raised an eye brown At Tutsef's remark about having the courage to tell her something, but she could tell he did not want to talk about it. She didn't want to force him. "Yes, we should. And I do not think she would.. well I hope not. We just have to pray to the gods that she doesn't." Although she didn't ask about Tutsef's remark, The curiosity built up in her mind as they made their way to the prinson's.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 28, 2018 21:05:11 GMT -5
[[ Rosa Not sure -- I've got a few ideas floating around, but is there anything in particular you want to do? We could try bringing Abasi into it if you want? But also @both of you I'm not going to be able to reply tonight to anything else cause my eyes have gone all funny and I can hardly type let alone configure rp responses.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 1, 2018 9:28:33 GMT -5
[[To be honest I'm pretty variable. Lol the writer has run out of ideas to write about -- do you want to do something where they need to pretend they're siblings because Nefertiti catches them hugging or w/e? Should Akh meet Abasi somehow as well?]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 1, 2018 11:48:25 GMT -5
BloodroseHonestly Turo was quite excited when he saw the happiness on the others face at the prospect of being free. He was proud that he was the one who put that look on the mans face too. Of course once it changed to terror Turo knew something was wrong but before he could do anything a large hand basically encased his boney shoulder and his body tensed up immediately. He shuddered st a slightly familiar voice speaking low into his ear but he was frozen in fear himself. He did t fight like he usually would, if he was in his right mind he would have turned and hit the man as hard as possible, but right now he was frozen in horror and couldn’t stop the trembling that had taken over his body. At least this wasn’t Chrysanthos uncle. He would have been in a worse position if he was. The smaller man landed on the ground with a squeak and it took a long while for him to respond to Chrysanthos. “This is not your fault. I.. I made the choice to stay.” He murmured quietly. Chrysanthos shook his head immediately, keeping his face hidden as his body shook, struggling to breathe properly as he forced down his anxiety. The trader didn’t return, instead choosing to settle down for the night, and Chrysanthos didn’t stop hiding or shaking for a good three hours after. After a while, he exhaustedly lifted his head and tried to look over his shoulder at his bonds, once more assessing his situation now that he’d calmed down a little. ‘Your hands are free.’ He mumbled. ‘Can you untie me?’
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 1, 2018 12:09:25 GMT -5
Cleopatra raised an eye brown At Tutsef's remark about having the courage to tell her something, but she could tell he did not want to talk about it. She didn't want to force him. "Yes, we should. And I do not think she would.. well I hope not. We just have to pray to the gods that she doesn't." Although she didn't ask about Tutsef's remark, The curiosity built up in her mind as they made their way to the prinson's. Ignore it Thutsef told himself. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. But no matter how many times he said it, it just didn't work. The idea hung around his brain, lingering like a ghost -- the idea of someone taking Cleopatra...like that. It was just as well when they got to the prison, he wasn't the one who was going to be doing the talking. "She can go in -- you can't," the guard said as Thutsef asked for entrance. "What?! Why?" Thutsef demanded. The guard shrugged. "I was told you'd be coming along. Told not to let you in. See, you might be working to do something unpleasant like helping our friend here escape. But she won't be -- women don't do that kind of thing, you see. Don't have the brain for it." Oh for Isis' sake. "It's only guards who don't have the brain for things," Thutsef muttered under his breath as he pulled Cleo to one side. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said. "But I won't lie to you -- it's our best chance of getting the info we need."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 1, 2018 12:10:17 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (Sure! Or Ipy could be performing for the Hittite kings and things could go terribly wrong.) [[Yes! Let's do your idea. What more have you got on the premise of that?]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 1, 2018 13:43:08 GMT -5
Chrysanthsos’ shoulders actually cracked as he managed to finally bring his wrists forwards, ensuring that he kept the rags around his wounds like Turo had told him to earlier. ‘Thankyou.’ He softly cooed, quietly looking up at him, then looking at the cage door. ‘My brother would be able to get out of this mess.’ He mumbled, wiping his eyes. ‘Maybe we should wait until the next time he opens the cage.’ He hesitantly suggested. ‘My hands are free now- I should be able to overpower him...’
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 1, 2018 13:44:49 GMT -5
Lilystar88(She already said dancers were mistreated by them so they could abduct her after she stands up to them and mistreat her further and then her sister may try to see Pharaoh to tell him Ipy hasn't come home all night...or he could know something was wrong because she didn't meet up with him as she promised.) [[Sounds Good — the sister coming to object to Pharoah that Ipy’s gone missing sounds fun. ]]
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 1, 2018 13:55:11 GMT -5
(We should have it to where all of our characters could cross over at sometime?)
Cleopatra's eyes widened as the guard told them Tutsef would not be able to accompany her. As Tutsef pulled her to the side, she began trembling nervously. When Tutsef had said she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to, she felt a little more at ease but her heart was still pounding. She inhaled a deep breath ,catching the stench of the prisoners and exhaled.
"I'll do it" She nervously bit her lip. "But what do I say?"
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