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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:44 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 4:59 pm
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((OOC: hello somehow I missed this for months I'm an a*****e I apologize))
Passion might as well have been battering herself against a stone wall for all the effect that her temper seemed to have on Marcelius. By this point, Marc was no longer even listening. He’d heard every variation of threats or pleas, temper or pain, from slaves after the baseline test. While he may have never heard that tone of voice from Passion, he’d heard it from dozens of others. “Mm. Your baseline testing is complete. You may exit, or you may wait for R—” he paused a beat, then finished, “for Curiosity to come and fetch you.”
He pressed his fingertip against something on the board. There was a faint whirring sound, and shortly afterwards a long, thin bottle with a delicate point at one end rose up from within the desk. “This is for you. Do not take more than five drops at a time, and no more than once every cycle. It can be dangerous.” Setting the bottle on the edge of the desk, he looked her directly in the face for the first time since she had come in. “Normally I would keep this and medicate you myself. However, there are…circumstances.”
It was the closest he’d come to referencing the hints he’d given her the last time they spoke.
“So I expect that you will not be a fool.” He held her eyes for a beat that felt like a lifetime, then went back to his notes. “I have summoned Curiosity to fetch you.”
And indeed, shortly afterwards, Curiosity appeared in the now-opened doorway. His eyes went from her to his master, but he didn’t ask any questions.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 5:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 7:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 8:38 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:48 pm
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Looking bemused, Curiosity took it from her and turned the bottle over, examining it with a puzzled frown slowly crossing his face. There were a few quiet minutes while he traced one finger over the shape of it, examined the sharp point at one end, touched the delicate engraving along one side that looked like no form of writing ever seen on Earth.
When he handed it back to her, he said, “I suppose he told you how to—”
They were interrupted as the door slammed open. “Curiosity, I can’t get him to see sense—”
Naïveté paused in the middle of her outburst, looking surprised and embarrassed to see Passion back; she hadn’t expected her to be done with the testing so soon. “Oh. Ah. Hello, Passion. Are you…all right?”
She didn’t look all right, exactly, but she also didn’t look as bad as some of the other slaves had. Perhaps she would have been one of the strongest of all of them in time. But if Naïveté had her way—and when she wanted to be, she could be determined, could find her spine—Passion wouldn’t have that time, because when the Master left, the rest of them would go, too.
She loved Reticence with all the depth of a younger sister, and she would see him safe even if it meant dragging him by his ankles away from the only home he’d ever known.
But he was determined, too, and the most stubborn mule of a boy she’d ever met. So it would take probably her, Curiosity, and Passion all to get him on that ship once the Master left.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 10:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 6:45 pm
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Curiosity nodded absentmindedly, more focused on Naïveté. "Okay."
Naïveté scowled at her. "It's not your fault, Passion, don't be silly," she ordered. There was an unsettling briskness to her tone--for a moment, she wasn't Naïveté. She was Cass, that girl who'd died so long ago and left the trembling quiet automaton of a human in her place. "We just need to get him to see sense. I'm sure that if we can get him on the ship, that'll be all it takes." She looked thoughtful. "Maybe if we can just convince him to take us to Earth, let him think we'll let him go back...?"
"Do you really think he'd buy that?" asked Curiosity dryly. "He'd never believe we'd let him go back."
Naïveté pushed back her messy dark hair--it had come out of the braids Passion had done for her, though she couldn't remember when. Her mouth turned down at the edges. "Maybe he wouldn't, but do you really think he'd refuse to take us if we wanted to go? I mean, he's the only one who can drive the thing anyway!"
She turned on Passion with her eyes wide and hopeful. "What do you think? Do you think we could make it work?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 10:49 pm
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 4:45 pm
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Naïveté looked at Passion with some blankness for a minute or two. Then she said, “Love isn’t a very safe thing for us to have, not here. We respect him. We need him. That’s enough.” Even she must have known that she was lying, because a faint hint of colour had risen up in her face. With her hands tucked back into the pockets of her grey clothes, she got up. “Listen, I’m going to go get him and bring him in here. Maybe with all of us together, we can talk him into coming with us. We just have to act desperate enough to get out. Okay?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, instead heading out the door with the same speed she’d used coming into it. After a minute or two, Curiosity looked at Passion with a strange sort of half-smile on his face. “Sometimes it’s easier if you don’t put a name to it,” he told her. “He feels stronger and we feel safer if we can all pretend that we’re equally as disposable. Love hurts, Passion. You’d know that. It hurts more if you call it what it is and then you lose it.” Sitting back a little, he said, “He knows, though. I think. Even if we don’t call it that.”
He looked back towards the door, frowning thoughtfully. “I hope she can convince him to come in. If not we might have to go join her instead.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 9:54 pm
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Curiosity watched her take the drops. There was a funny little smile on his face when she looked back at him. "I hope you won't regret that," was all that he said, before getting to his feet and looking towards the door. "They ought to be back by now."
Mere minutes after he finished speaking, Reticence and Naïveté came through the door, Naïveté circling Reticence like a particularly harried sheepdog with a stubborn donkey. "We could get out, Reticence, we could be free, can you imagine? The master practically told us to go, that's what Passion says, and you know he makes his wishes pretty clear--"
"Why would he want us to go?" Reticence sounded...tired, more than anything. "He paid for us. For you."
Curiosity shrugged. "Keshval do things differently," he said. "What matters is that he wants us to go. That's his order. And if it's not...even if it's not. I want to go. I'm tired of being in experiments that make me want to die, of watching Naïveté cringe from her own shadow, of watching you take our places over and over again so we won't suffer more than we have to. Wondering every time we let a guest in if they'll kill us for looking at them wrong. I don't want to have to bury another friend, Reticence."
His voice shook with an anger that he'd never betrayed before. If he was just saying this to convince Reticence, he was an incredible actor. "I want to go back home."
"I want to go back home," Naïveté echoed, her voice quieter. "I know my family is probably long dead. Curiosity does, too. But...but we're a family, aren't we? And...I want to go home. Go home with all of my family." She took Curiosity's hand in one of hers, Reticence's in the other. "Please, Reticence. You're the only one who can get us there."
"Curiosity...Naïveté...I, listen..." He looked...unsure. There was something still missing. Something that would maybe, maybe, push him over the edge into agreement.
Slowly, his gaze tracked to Passion. "And you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 7:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 11:10 am
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Reticence stood like stone while she talked, as she lifted his hand. He didn't exactly pull back when she kissed it, but there was a definite sense that something about the contact unnerved him.
There was silence for a long time (or, well, it felt like a long time) after she finished speaking. Neither Curiosity nor Naïveté seemed to feel the need to disrupt the quiet. Reticence probably did--but maybe he just didn't know how.
So when he did speak, eventually, he was quieter than he usually was. "...If that's what you want. All of you. If you're sure."
Turning away and letting go of both their hands, he went to the door. "They'll kill us if we're caught, you know." It was almost conversational, like he was trying one last thing to get them to change their minds. "The three of you would be..." He trailed off. Maybe he already knew that saying they'd be safer staying, not standing up for him, would be a waste of his breath.
Shaking his head, he gestured. "Come on, then. The ships are down this way. He's already gone, so if we're to go, it should be now."
Naïveté looked a little stunned. "...Really?"
Reticence didn't look back at them, staring out into the hallway like he's never seen it before. "...It's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said hastily. "Yes, yes. Let's go. Now. Right now!"
Grabbing Passion's hand with her free one, Naïveté dragged her and Curiosity after Reticence as he started walking.
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