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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:57 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 3:23 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:48 pm
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Curiosity gave her one last quick grin, and nodded. "If you need help, just call one of us," he said. "We'll hear you. The master will make sure we do." With that enigmatic and mildly frightening statement, he disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Ostensibly he was heading back to find the other two, but really, it could have been anything. There was no way to definitively prove where he was, after all.
The room seemed to have changed subtly since the girls had left it earlier in the day. It seemed a little wider now, and the charcoal drawing that took up the opposite wall from the one Maxy now sat in front of seemed more...solid. More permanent.
If she tried to smear the drawing - and charcoal smeared so easily that it would have been almost impossible to have trouble - she would find it remained rock-solid. Someone or something had been in here, had added fixative to the drawing, and had done...something else to make the room look different. It wasn't really worth worrying about, but it was...odd.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 3:17 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:05 pm
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The silence in the room, at first the simple silence of a person absorbed in their work, gradually took on another quality - one that Maxy would notice if she was at all paying attention. This quality was one of...a sort of peace, but watchfulness as well. There was certainly someone else in the room with her, or at least nearby. At least within sight.
If she were to look up, she would find that her master was standing - leaning, rather - in the doorway, enigmatic and silent. He was watching her draw, but if he had any thoughts on it (or, for that matter, finding her here alone when he had likely expected her to be with the rest of the group), he kept them to himself.
That was not unusual, judging by his conduct towards her so far.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 12:39 pm
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MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy shivered, almost feeling eyes on her, and the speed of her hand doubled in time, the lines became more jagged and exact. Each strand of fur standing out, and with the growing anxiety there was a certain jolt to her movements. She pushed her hair back, smudging graphite along her temple and cheekbone, but she didn't care. After the full form appeared, Max added value. She was obviously the oblivious type when she was working. She put her mind to things, what could she say? Only once it was done, did she sit back to look it over...and notice the hair standing at the back of her neck. Slowly...so slowly, she turned her head to look at the figure in the doorway. Unsure how long he'd been there, or if he was angry she was drawing on the walls, she spoke with hopeful casualness, "Hi."
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:00 pm
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Marcelius remained silent when she spoke to him for several seconds. He looked dreamy, distracted - the first time his face had had any expression whatsoever since...well, for as long as Maxy had been here.
Well, at least he didn't look angry.
After a minute or so, he lifted a brow and that mask of cool control snapped back over his features. Just like that. "You're very talented," he replied, examining the picture of the big cat. "I was told," by one of the other slaves, obviously, "that you were an aspiring artist. Do you paint as well, or is it only charcoal on the walls?"
His voice held just the barest whisper of amusement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 3:32 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:36 pm
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Marcelius went on his way, walking without a second glance back to see if Maxy was following. That made it clearer than anything else that had happened so far that this was voluntary. It was evident that he knew she'd followed, however, because a moment or two later he began to speak.
"All four of you have some sort of artistic talent," he said, stating it as casually as he would have said that his slaves belonged to him - a simple fact. "Reticence writes. Naïveté sings. Curiosity's a sculptor. You, I suppose, are the painter." He didn't speak any further - maybe he just thought it was no one else's business.
He opened a door similar to the two that showed the slaves' quarters. This one, though, was smaller and revealed itself to be a sort of artist's studio, with wide windows looking out onto an alien landscape - the Keshval world.
Mallets, chisels, clay and a lot of multicoloured stone took over a table in one corner, while another two were covered with paper, charcoal and Keshval writing implements. A fourth little table in its own corner sat empty - waiting.
"That one is yours," he said, nodding at it. "You can use it or not, as you like. If you don't, it's no one's business but yours. If you do, you'll require things - paint and canvas and so on, I suppose. Talk to Reticence about it. He's the one who keeps records of things like that for me, and I'll ensure it gets here." He turned, lifted a brow. But he said nothing, seeming to wait for her reaction.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 10:00 pm
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MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy gaped at the room. It was perfect! Everything about it! She covered her mouth, "This...is...AWESOME!" she clapped once, before his words sunk in. She didn't know Naivete sang, or that Curiosity sculpted. How amazing that they all ended up with the same owner. It couldn't be coincidence! Another realisation sunk in then. Reticence. She would have to ask Reticence. Reticence hated her. It was obvious to her. Max sighed. Great. She pulled a grateful smile to her face, and looked to Marc, "Thank you...." Her actual expression was changing nearly every other second, flipping between innocence, to anger, to sadness, to anger, to happiness....and suddenly she was left with the blank expression again, and she repeated, "Thank you so much." It took a moment, but she pulled herself together, "If I could..I uh..borrowed the charcoal I used before, from Reticence, and I was wondering if maybe I could have another stick to replace the one I used up?" She smiled lightly, as if the action itself made more sense than her thoughts.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 10:43 pm
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Marcelius waited silently through her words, not speaking until she went completely quiet. Then he nodded at the two tables that were pushed together, the ones covered in writing implements. When at last he did speak, there was no mention of her thank-yous. Maybe he didn't know what to say. "There is enough there. I doubt Naïveté would begrudge you one of hers to replace it," he replied instead.
He looked very, very mildly troubled, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he crossed to the writing table and picked up a stick of charcoal. Upon walking back across, he handed it to her.
Then his head turned, tilted slightly, and the smallest hint of a smile crossed his face for a breath.
And Reticence appeared in the doorway.
Seen face-to-face like this, if Maxy was paying attention, she might notice something odd - Reticence and his master looked very much alike. It was possible that it was a coincidence, but it was a very easily spotted similarity.
Reticence's gaze tracked to Maxy and his eyes darkened for a second. Then he swung his stare back to his master.
Marcelius nodded. "She will be taking the remaining table," he said, as though answering a question. "You can add her requests to your list." He walked towards the boy, past him, and then paused and looked back. "Oh. And tell Curiosity he did well. He has no reason to worry."
And the Keshval was gone, leaving Maxy and Reticence alone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 3:44 am
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