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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 8, 2018 9:01:30 GMT -5
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 8, 2018 9:01:57 GMT -5
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 8, 2018 9:05:48 GMT -5
(Okay, so I have classes starting soon, but we can talk if you're on later. I will just ask this now though. Do you want character sheets, or describe through rp? And, so you want a supernatural x supernatural or supernatural x human? If the human pair, which would your want to be?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 8, 2018 9:17:06 GMT -5
ah good luck with class! and I should be around, yeah, depending on how long you're gone.
I do usually prefer sheets but short ones. the basics plus a paragraph or two of physical description/personality and not really much help else? idk I like backstory to be revealed through rp I find that a lot more interesting idk honestly though, I'm quite flexible on that.
and I was quite feeling the supernatural creature x human one? but when it comes to character I've really no preference
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 8, 2018 21:38:11 GMT -5
(I'm back x3 Short forms are fine and prefered. And we can do the human x creature one. Any specific role you wanted?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 1:06:04 GMT -5
great! and not really, no! I'm equally drawn to both
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 8:47:25 GMT -5
(Mk, then I'll go ahead and take the human role?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 9:01:17 GMT -5
sure, that sounds good to me ^^
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 9:10:04 GMT -5
(Okay, so how about we get character sheets up first and then plot a little more once we see what we'll be working with?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 9:12:25 GMT -5
I was going to suggest the same thing c: I'll get to work asap
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 9:18:18 GMT -5
(Alrighty, my form will come later cause my classes start in less than an hour.)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 9:20:53 GMT -5
alright, thanks for the heads up!
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 13:40:20 GMT -5
( okay so this is an entirely new character, I wasn't feeling any of my already existing ones. as such, what's in this form may change as I get to know him a bit more. just so you know
also, I do apologise for this mess I call a form lol I'm on mobile and making it up as I go ahaha sorry )
Khadim Siad - 24 - djinn
- - Like all djinn, Khadim is nearly entirely human in appearance. Like most of them, he looks to be middle-eastern with his olive skin, dark hair and large eyes. Like very few of them, he's not of extraordinary height, standing at 5'10 and no more. While this is average for human men, it it several inches below what is considered average for his kind, and this bothers him greatly. His build is narrow, he's made for agility and speed, not strength. His hair is not long, though it's clear he hasn't bothered to cut it in a while, slightly wavy and plenty thick. His facial features are much like the rest of him - narrow and a little soft. His face is oval, his nose slim and his lips thin. What's most eye catching about his face, however, are his sandy eyes. Their colour is not human and immediately marks him as other, as supernatural.
- - Generally speaking, Khadim is a quiet man. He doesn't speak often, nor does he make noise as he moves through the world. He simply exists, watches and learns. He's expert at seeing opportunities and just as good at taking them, something he credits his constant observing for. Khadim is a firm individual, secure in himself and his opinions. He'd always happy to debate, despite his usual silence. Not a cheater but far from an honest man, Khadim more than exemplifies the trait djinn are best known for: cunning. He lives life as though it were a game, spots loopholes and exploits them. He lives by the law, but not by the spirit of it. If you befriend him, this tendancy towards tricks may very well turn into more good natured teasing. Khadim's loyalty is hard-won and absolute.
- - A few things separate Djinn from humans. For one, they tend to live nearly twice as long, averaging a lifespan of 150 to 160 years. They're also more resilient and while they're by no means immortal, are fast healers. Their real power is the power of illusion, though. While only the very strongest can make their illusions a reality - an ability often used by humans to grant wishes - all of them can create sensory illusions. While those who are weak may only be able to create visual ones, others can use several or all of the senses both separately and simultaneously. Maintaining these illusions takes focus and very few can ever take the step to materialising illusions. There are legends among the Djinn that it is possible to bend even the rules of the universe to your illusions if you become strong enough, but most doubt that this is actually truth.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 18:55:27 GMT -5
(Here's my guy, but it's not much. I describe better in rp x3)
Chase Douglas -- 26
Unlike his tall family, this man stands at a short 5'5, despite his brothers, and even one sister, being no shorter than 6'2. However, he's built like a boulder, stocky and strong and unafraid to break you. Chase does have a similarity to his family though, which is soft, porcelain white skin. And his eyes are an icy blue, with dark black hair to bring them out. His hair goes down to his shoulder blades, but he usually has the hair tied back in a bun. His rounded face and features are marred by one scar, a nasty slash from a unicorn's horn. The scar starts from the corner of the right side of his jaw, to just below his eyelid on the same side.
Chase is not the as his family in sense that he's cruel every moment of his life. Only when disobeyed or severely provoked will he show his darker side. Usually though, he is easy to work with and tends to be calm. To most humans, he is friendly enough as well as respectful. Treats them as equals until they prove otherwise, or get on his bad side. To supernaturals, he isn't necessarily horrible, but does not give them the same respect as he would a regular human. Going along with the current world he was raised in, he treats them as if they were some lesser species even though it's quite the other way around sometimes. Overall though, he is an intelligent and thoughtful man. Likes to think things through before acting, never making a decision before giving it at least a second of though. His friendship and loyalty, if it is sincere, will last a lifetime, as Chase takes bonds very seriously.
The Douglas family is one of the higher-ups in the current world. Capturing supernaturals and selling them to the highest bidder. They sell unicorns to butchers, ghosts to magic shows, werewolves to zoos and so on. You name it, they've done it. They basically own a portion of the supernatural market, but what really makes them famous is their creation of the first Arena, thanks to Chase. Supernaturals pitted against each other, and even humans thrown in if they've angered the family somehow. Even though he basically runs everything now, the entire business will soon officially belong to Chase Douglas, who's the eldest child in his family. Chase currently runs the Arena along with helping with the selling and auctioning of supernaturals with his mother. Before being a businessman though, he was a hunter, killing for sport or for money, so he knows how to find and deal with just about every supernatural species. However, he's been known to show them mercy before, managing to weasel some who've been sold out of the sure death of Arena fighting or away from the clutches of an obviously insane buyer. Not that he has a complete soft spot for them all. If they do something he doesn't like, it's off to the Arena, butcher community or wherever he feels like selling them to.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 21:19:27 GMT -5
ooo he's interesting! and don't worry, I'm the exact same.
so, what could work plot wise? the first thing that comes to mind is that khadim gets himself captured somehow and that that's how they meet, but I feel like we should maybe brainstorm some other options as well
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 21:29:06 GMT -5
(Yeah, maybe Khadim gets himself snatched up by someone for whatever reason you'd like, and is brought to where Chase keeps the "merchandise", and we can go from there? Chase doesn't always toss whatever he's brought to a buyer, so there's of course option of him trying to keep Khadim, cause you don't see or hear about Djinn often.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 21:30:13 GMT -5
(Feel free to add or suggest differently too if you want x3)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 21:34:25 GMT -5
yeah, I agree that's a good place to start! it leaves a lot of options for us going forward
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -5
(Alrighty, then that's what we'll do. Do you want to start or? And what would you say your average post length is so I can attempt to match?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 21:45:16 GMT -5
would you mind? it's like 4am and I'm not a strong starter at the best of times
I probably average 2-3 paragraphs at the moment? I'm not entirely sure haha
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 22:06:59 GMT -5
(Okay, here's something but it isn't much cause it's a starter and I didn't know how to go about it lol)
Chase was currently inspecting some ghouls that had been brought in by one of his Collectors. Ghouls were actually quite intelligent despite how humans depicted them, or any supernatural really. As he walked around a tall, slim male, he tilted his head he examined the surprisingly lean muscles and full frame. This one could be servant, probably moving things around for smaller or unable people. As he moved on to the next ghoul down the line in the room, he remained quiet until his younger sister, Crystal, walked in. He knew because she always wore the same perfume. Arching a brow, he spoke without looking "What do you want?"
It was only when she spoke that he turned to her, Chase taking in her tall figure, and the slightly shorter one just behind her. Ugh, he had to stop letting her have access to his werewolves. Every time they did something wrong, his petty sister shot them. The poor soul behind her was the third wolf this month, Chase studying the broad shoulders and amber eyes of the man. "I found something you might like," Crystal said with a shrug "You have some sort of exotic animal kink, right? Well, you don't see one of these everyday." She gestured for him to follow, turning and leaving. Snorting, Chase gestured for one of his few human staff to go take the ghouls back to the Waiting Room, which was where he kept the supernatural that had realized their place. Following after Crystal, and the werewolf (who had the name Markus on a collar tag), he let her lead him to the Holding Room, where the newer, freshly captured or disrespectful supernaturals were. Crystal led him down the rows of cells until she stopped in front of one. Chase's nose twitched. He had been around so many creatures, that he could recognize a species by smell.
"I haven't seen one of you in a long time." Chase looked slightly curious, peering into the cell, head tilted. A Djinn. How interesting. How did one find its way to this city? It certainly didn't look like the majority of the "natives" to the city. Perhaps the parents had him here or something, or he simply traveled, not that it mattered or anything. Chase stood back, asking "Has he been sold yet?" Crystal shook her head "Alex just brought him in this morning. Why?" Chase shrugged, saying "I might keep him, but Djinn are very tricky folk. It would be unfortunate, but I'm not abive putting him in the Arena, or even selling him to Liam, who'd barbecue him faster than anything." He smiled slightly, looking at the human in the cell and asking "You have a name, stranger? Not that it matters. I'll probably end up renaming you anyway."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 22:23:56 GMT -5
( no worries, it looks good to me! )
Khadim should have known better than to go into the city. He really should have. That was the first mistake. His second mistake was believing that a simply glamour over his eyes to make them appear a dull, unremarkable brown would hide what he was. The third mistake, the final nail in the coffin, was letting his guard down to eat. The hunters knew what they were doing, he should have been prepared. He hadn't been. And so it was that he was now sat in a cell, gazing up at Chase Douglas himself.
Compared to some of the others in here, he wasn't too much of a mess. His eyes were still dark brown but other than that, he looked much like he would have at any other time. It was clear he'd not been here long. He was sure that once he had been, he would not be quite so put together. A shame, really, that he could be a mess now and neaten up as time went on.
Chase wanted his name. Of course he did. "I do have one," Khadim agreed, speaking up for the first time since arrival. Nobody had spoken to him directly until now and so he had not bothered. His voice was level and controlled, though he couldn't quite keep spite out of it. "But since you've so readily admitted you'll likely not use it, I don't particularly want to share it." What was the point of giving the man this if he would not even get the respect of being called by his name in return? It wasn't a fair trade. So he would keep his name to himself for now, keep what few cards he had to play until he had something to gain from playing them.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 22:43:57 GMT -5
Chase arched a brow. "Your disrespect will be pardoned for now, as you are not truly aware of how I run things here. I think I have a few names for you already, but they're not kid-friendly, so I will save them for when we get to the real work of training you for my standards." He turned to Crystal, saying "Go to Marty, and have him get a new tag and have it fitted to a spare collar." Crystal rolled her eyes before turning and walking away, Markus in tow. Chase turned back to Khadim. "If you had been any common species like a werewolf or a vampire, you'd have been on the next auction by now. Luckily for you, I like rare things." A short while passed, though Crystal eventually returned with a collar that had a blank tag. Chase took it, and tossed it between the bars and into the cell. "Put it on. Then you can come out." Usually supernaturals were disgusted at the idea of being treated like animals, like dogs, but some were smart and knew that it would be worse on them not to cooperate.
Chase waited patiently, genuinely curious to see what Khadim would do with the collar. He waved his sister away, not even glancing to watch her and her werewolf walk away. It had been years since he'd seen a Djinn, having been only 7 when he last did. His father, Gregory, had managed to capture one. He had been nice to Chase, but not to Gregory, which ended in the unfortunate soul's death. The young man sighed, saying "Look, my rules are simple. Do what I say, and your life stays easy. I won't make you do anything weird, unless you piss me off which is rare because I'm a patient man. If you go beyond that though, which is very, very easy to slip over pissing me off, I will sell you, and I know some pretty sick people who'd snatch you up quicker than my Collectors did, understand?"
It was then that he opened the cell door, using a number of keys for a number of different locks. Opening the barred door, he waited for Khadim, whether he'd put the collar on or not. If he had, then good. If he hadn't, then even better. Chase was a kind man compared to the others in the supernatural market, but he was still known to punish or just kill his merchandise, which Khadim was until further notice. He chuckled at the thought, saying "And don't try running off. I won't persue you, because I have tons of staff who will do that. Grab you before you make it out of this Holding Room, and heaven help you when I see you after if you try escaping."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 9, 2018 23:15:18 GMT -5
Khadim said nothing, simply waited until what would become his collar was thrown at him several minutes later. It was blank, which was a relief if nothing else. He'd not been renamed yet. He picked it up, considered it carefully with a look of distant disgust. He didn't appreciate the gesture, thought it wrong in every sense. He held it for a little longer, considering his options. He could put it on without complaint, but he wasn't about to simply roll over. He wasn't a dog. He could refuse, but he wasn't foolish enough. He'd have worn it beneath an illusion but that could not last forever. He didn't want to give Chase the satisfaction of knowing that he was weak when it reappeared around his neck. Still, for now, that seemed like the only thing he might even consider. It was a short term solution but starting now, he thought he might have to live life one day at a time.
So, he raised it, clasped it around his neck and then gazed over at his captor as it seemed to sink into skin until it appeared completely gone. Khadim still felt it on his neck - he couldn't even cast a tactile illusion to ease the discomfort, his own work did not affect him - and if you touched it, you'd be able to tell it was there. But to the naked eye, his neck was bare. He didn't know how long that would last as he hadn't held a long-term glamour in a long time, but for now, it was all he could do. Finally, he rose, waiting for the door to open so that he may step out.
He knew that he should treat the situation with caution. There were worse fates than being treated like some collector's item. If he could just follow instructions without looking for these little quirks, he could settle, make a proper plan for escape. Maybe in a few days when the rage had turned to determination he would. He was too angry now, though. He was sure that if it bothered Chase Douglas, whatever came next would be worth it. Still. "Very well. I'll stay," he said, purposefully ignoring the part about following instructions. That he's have to take one at a time. With that, he stepped out of his cell. True to his word, he made no attempt to flee, simply waited a few steps away. He was close enough to touch, but he had no weapons. A fight, though tempting, would only get him killed.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 9, 2018 23:49:21 GMT -5
Chase snorted in amusement. "I like a man who can joke, but do realize that you don't have a choice on whether you'd be staying here or not." As he left the area, signaling for Khadim to follow, he ignored the other creatures in their cells, only listening as they whimpered or growled. "Should you try to maintain disrespect, you will end up back down here. You will not be treated like what you see here on your first day, but come tomorrow you will be punished accordingly if you don't do as told." After climbing some steps to get out of the Holding Room, he led the other man down some hallways and to another room. It was spacious, had a few bookshelves and a table with some chairs. He told Khadim to sit, Chase taking his own seat. "You're quite tame compared to most of what I have brought in, though this is good I suppose. I don't have time to start from scratch in terms of training something like you." A minute of silence passed before he questioned "Have you eaten at all today? As I've already said, day one will be easy for you, and you won't have to work for anything and will just spend the day with me. And if you continue to be good, then you'll continue to be healthy."
He whistled, and no more than three seconds passed before an elf walked in, slender figure dressed nicely like they other staff there. The pale creature studied Khadim curiously, but immediately looked over as Chase spoke "Surprise me today, Tobar." He then looked over at the Djinn, saying "Tell him what you want, but don't go too crazy." For the time being, it was obvious that the Douglas man was in a kind mood, for now anyway. It was probably only because Khadim knew to hold his tongue and not try escape yet. Still, it had been stated and witnessed before that Chase was not nearly as cruel as the rest of his family, and would rather have more supernaturals to sell than starve them just to torture them like some owners did. If they were not healthy, they would not sell for as much money, if at all. And if they didn't sell, then his family usually just took them out back, shot them and buried them, though Chase hadn't had to do that since he was 16, with a ghoul that hadn't cooperated and was starved as punishment.
He sighed after the elf left the room with the order, whether Khadim had ordered too or decided not to. "I can tell you have an opinion on me." He chuckled in amusement. "Tell me, nameless Djinn, what do you think of my city so far? What do you think of me?" He probably already knee the answers though. It was usually the same, getting the answer that how the world currently was was sick and disgusting, and that Chase was a horrible person for treating so many supernaturals like he was, nice or not. Not that the man cared. Shaking his head, he rested his chin in a hand he had propped up on the table, finding himself just studying the creature before him again.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 10, 2018 3:53:47 GMT -5
Of course he'd see it that way. To Chase, Khadim was no more than just one more arrived supernatural. Perhaps he was an interesting one, rare around these parts, but he was an object who no longer possessed free will. Khadim supposed he was right, at least partially. He didn't have to control he'd had yesterday and he'd never make it out of these doors alive, at least not of his own accord. But he very much did have a say in whether he ran or not and he'd chosen to stay, if only for the time being. He would not allow anyone in here to take that choice away from him because he'd cling to it for sanity later. He was not here because someone had taken him here. He was here because he'd chosen not to run. Whether Chase saw it that way or not was irrelevant. He considered letting him know this, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Why would he bother?
He followed through the building in silence, committing the path to memory. He wasn't sure when, if ever, he'd have use of a memorised map of this place, but he wouldn't waste an opportunity to start work on one. He said nothing, not when they stopped walking, not when he was told to sit, not when he was asked if he'd eaten. He simply did ask asked, all the while wearing an expression of disgust. When he opened his mouth to speak, it was to the elf who'd come in to serve them. "Whatever you prepare for him will do just fine for me," he said, "A large serving, thank you." He agreed to eat for the same reason he hadn't raised his voice earlier. He was pretty sure it wouldn't bother Chase in the slightest if he refused. A hunger strike would only make him weaker and he couldn't afford that, not here. There was no use refusing food when the only person that would affect was he himself. So he'd eat, not for Chase's sake but for his own.
Finally, he looked away to meet the other man's icy gaze. "I despised my stay. You humans are terribly unwelcoming." That was only half of the truth, but he owed Chase Douglas nothing, least of all his candour. "As for you, I've always thought you're the kind of man who demands respect he's not earned. I can't say you've proved me wrong. I think you know my kind are not animals made for your amusement, and so I won't bore you with an appeal to your morality. Just know I despise everything you and your family stand for." He should have kept his mouth shut, he knew that as soon as he fell silent. This was just another thing that didn't matter but this time, he hadn't been able to hold back from doing something that would get him nothing. Giving an opinion had been too tempting to refuse.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 7:33:45 GMT -5
Chase looked genuinely curious about what Khadim had to say. He always was curious, despite the answer being the same every time. He chuckled gently. "Perhaps what we do here is despicable, as humans have done similar to their own kind generations ago, but it is simply because we are greedy, and fearful creatures." Humans would not have asserted themselves over supernaturals if they had not been afraid. His father told him stories of when the fighting first broke out long before he was born, humans quickly exercising their power and weapons against and inhuman being. There was slaughter, immense losses on both sides, and hatred, but the humans prevailed. Chase smiled gently, as if reading Khadim's mind. "You are nothing more than property to me, but do not think that that means you're some inanimate object that is not alive. You have feelings and opinions, and those will not be taken away so long as you don't irritate me. Despite what you've heard, I'm quite lenient compared to other people in the market."
He looked as the elf came back, Chase tilting his head at the noticeably bigger serving meant for Khadim. Nothing was said though, simply letting the elf walk off before turning his attention to his meal. "And by the way, your kind specifically haven't been made anything to me yet because I've only ever met one other, so you're quite special, and valuable. I'll probably just end up keeping you here to work like you've seen the others, as I'd really hate for someone less merciful to find you." Had anyone else found Khadim, the Djinn would not be where he was at the moment, instead probably somewhere being treated like literal cattle or dogs. Chase spent some time eating, silent for a while. He was slightly disappointed. Usually the new arrivals were much more feisty, and would need to be punished even on their first day, but the Djinn was smart. Smiling, he said "Very soon, I'll be watching you go crazy down in the Holding Room. You're smart, but I've got a feeling that you'll be doing some work to get up into the Waiting Room."
Chase usually only let his supernaturals earn a spot out of a cell at all unless they begged, which they all did eventually. They at first claimed that they'd rather have the dirty, stinky cell down in the Holding Room, but Chase always found ways to change their minds and break them. Khadim was different though, like a small handful of creatures he'd met. They caught on quickly to cooperate and not complain, though that was good to a degree, that meaning that Chase would not have to treat them like some feral beast that had just been retrieved from the forest. He then spoke again after eating a little more. "Let's make this simple. Your goal is to earn a name on your tag, as it is for everyone. It can either be your original one, should you earn me actually saying it, or a new one, which seems very likely since you already earned your first strike in deliberately keeping your name from me."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 10, 2018 8:24:16 GMT -5
As he ate, Khadim pondered what Chase had said. He wanted to believe that he'd never allow a thing so horrid as losing his wits in the cells, but he knew they were made with a purpose which wasn't comfort. He wanted so badly to prove Chase wrong, and perhaps he would, but he had to tread carefully if that was all he hoped to achieve. His goal was not to anger the man (although he wouldn't complain if that turned out to be a side effect of everything else) and he couldn't allow it to get in the way of his survival and escape. Perhaps that meant he was too soft for this, not brave enough to pick death over servitude. Maybe he should be screaming and clawing at anything to get out of here, or maybe he should attempt to kill Chase where he sat before he inevitably perished in this house. Maybe he shouldn't be so passive. But Khadim had always been an observer first. Drastic action didn't come easy to him.
Words and defiance, however, most certainly did. "No," he said, setting his cutlery aside for a moment. "My goal is not to please you, nor is it to earn the right to a name from you. I have a name already. It's your goal to want me to 'earn' one. Unfortunately, your will is not mine, and it never will be." His tone was level and matter-of-fact, something he'd have to congratulate himself for later. There was still a pit of anger boiling in his belly, and it would have been so easy to allow that to taint what he wanted to get across. He felt it lace his gaze and harden his jaw, but it didn't reach his voice. Not yet. He was almost proud. "I won't lie and tell you that I'm not afraid of you, of what this place will do to me, but I will tell you this: everything I do during my stay here, I will do for myself."
With that said, he returned his attention to his meal. He was no longer hungry, but he needed what food he could get. He wasn't sure how things were around here, and he could go a good deal longer than a human man without eating, but even then he couldn't take food for granted. This may be the last time he ate in a very long time and he needed to stock up on energy now, before he had nowhere to get it from. He didn't look up again until his plate was entirely cleared and then it was only to drain his glass of water, place it back down, and then retreat back into silence. While his attention was still fully on the man opposite him, he gave no sign that he'd interact. He'd said his piece.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 9:42:32 GMT -5
Chase actually laughed, an amused look in his eyes. "None of what I said is your goal? As I've said, I like a man with humor. However, you will quickly come to realize that, while you're here, everything you do down to your breathing is because I let you. If you refuse a name, then fine. During your stay, you will not have one. No one will address you with a have even if you tell them. My father told me that Djinn can live leaning toward 200 years. You don't look older than me. If I don't adopt kids to continue my business, I'll hand you over to one of my brothers or sister's kids, so they'll keep you down in your cell until you die, either of age or your own doing." He then whistled again, a different tune. Soon, what looked like a thin orc walked in, tusks poking from her lower lip. "Find this thing something better to wear, and bring it to the room two doors left of mine. I'm taking him to an auction." The orc stared at Khadim for almost two minutes before simply turning and walking away, having been trained to tell what someone's size was just by looking so she could work at Chase's fast schedule.
"Don't you dare talk to someone else like you are to me." Chase didn't sound angry, still maintaining his casual tone. "They'll kill or steal you, and I don't feel like getting my hands dirty, even for you." Not that he was above it though. Khadim was his, and he would not tolerate anyone stealing his things. Sighing, he eventually finished his food, waiting for the Djinn to finish before standing up. Once they were both done, he simply led Khadim away, knowing someone would be by soon to clean up after them. He was silent until he stopped in front of a room, where the orc was already waiting. Opening up the door, he glanced around the nice room with white walls and rather simple furniture before saying "Change here. Take no more than five minutes. I will leave you alone because I have no desire to see you naked. If you take longer than given, it will not bode well for you." He watched the orc hand Khadim the clothes, a simple dress shirt and pants which looked like they actually fit him.
Chase then closed the door and walked down to his own room to change, having only been in jeans and a t-shirt. Had Khadim been anything common, he probably would have just left him home with a guard. However, he didn't trust his siblings to leave him alone, especially his brothers. So, for now, Khadim would be going places with Chase when he could. When done changing, Chase stepped out of his room in nicer clothes, but not anything fancy like a suit cause he was technically hosting this auction, and didn't need to follow the requirements. Looking over at the orc, he said "Go find me something to sell, but not any of the trash. I'm leaving in ten minutes." He then looked over toward where he'd left Khadim, walking over and knocking on the door. "You're going to get to see just how lucky you are, and just how kind I am to you."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 10, 2018 10:17:37 GMT -5
Khadim still did not speak, simply listened to what Chase had to say. It was true, he could have him killed at any time. But Khadim could end his own life, too, if he put his mind to it. He was alive because he'd decided to live on a little longer, just as he was alive because Chase had decided not to kill him. If any one of those two things changed, he would be dead. There was no going around that. He had just as much a say as Chase, though. Over this one thing, he still had some claim to control. He clung to that rationalisation like a lifeline. This was what would keep him in his own head when everything he had was taken from him, piece by piece. He'd been robbed of his freedom but no matter what, he could control this. He was controlling the colour of his eyes, the lack of a visible collar around his throat. He could control what he said and he could control what he did not. All decisions had consequences, those in here were just harsher. He simply needed to go on as he always had, weighing outcomes again actions.
He was aware that it wasn't quite so simple. He knew that the way he chose to look at things was not the most accurate way of looking at things. What was there to do? He'd either lie to himself or allow the truth to drive him insane and between the two, there was very little choice. So while the orc looked him over, staring at him for much longer than was comfortable, he turned to Chase again. The moment he did, his little lie wasn't quite so effective. He knew that he was just a man, but fear was stronger than that. Telling himself that if Chase killed him, he'd have lost a valuable thing didn't comfort him. Neither did the logic he employed to himself. Khadim hated that he could not decide not to fear him. So when they walked through the house, he kept only as much focus on him as it took to feel relatively safe. The rest was once more tuned to the hallways, the turns they took.
Finally, they arrived, and he could be alone. He took his clothes without a word to Chase and nothing more than a nod to the orc, then stepped inside and closed the door. It didn't take long to change, a minute and a half at most, but he lingered by a mirror to take in his reflection. He didn't have to let his illusions down to see through them, but they fell away anyway. The shock of seeing himself collared and in someone else's clothes was too much. He touched at the strap around his neck, wondering what would happen to him if he took it off. Would Chase even notice? All this time, he'd been unable to see it. He would, though, Khadim had to count on that. The collar would remain. The eyes, however, didn't have to. Maybe if he allowed himself to be seen as he was, he would be soothed. He knew that wouldn't be the case but what was he to do? He could already feel the toll keeping these intricate glamour up was taking on him. He'd much rather keep his collar hidden than his eyes. Normal, natural eyes it was.
He opened the door as soon as Chase knocked, not wishing to spend another second in the company of his own wretched reflection. "If you think seeing cruelty against others will convince me of your goodness and my own good fortune, you're grossly mistaken," he said in lieu of a greeting - he'd decided Chase did not deserve such pleasantries - then continued out, closing the door behind him. His hatred was selfish and despite what his words implied, he felt no fraternity with the werewolves and ghouls and orcas that could often be found at auction. They weren't his kind. Still, he couldn't defend how they were treated. He took no personal offence but even with his moral compass, he knew it was disgusting.
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