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Author Topic: Who sleeps in the sea and dreams his dark thoughts?  (Read 133 times)

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Offline Kore Pavus

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Who sleeps in the sea and dreams his dark thoughts?
« on: Nov 08, 19, 11:10:53 AM »
It was hard to miss the only other Tacean-looking person in the sprawling slave rebellion. There hadn't been much time for people to get stolen off the street, shoved into shackles, and forced to fight for their lives, what with Tacea only re-entering the world recently. (These were things she knew only from visions. She hadn't even known that Tacea folded itself away, only wondered at the sudden dearth of people who looked like her in the pits. News did not spread quickly among the cells and between the shackles of the Coliseum.) Kore found her gaze drawn to him, over and over, and wondered as she watched if he maybe looked a little like her father. The man's face was foggy, and difficult to fish from her thoughts; it had been so long, he was probably dead. But maybe Shinsuke no Izayoi looked like her father.

Another autumn night in the Rebellion's temple-camp, another low-hanging and hungry moon overhead, and another campfire that she stared across unseeing, her focus all for the stranger with her maybe-father's face. Izayoi was a familiar name, too, but not one that she could place. It was like deja vu in reverse; something she'd done before, but it felt new, and she couldn't quite remember when she'd done it, so maybe it was more like deja vu than she'd thought.

She watched, and finally she said to herself, Well, now or never. He was going to leave soon, and with him would go all her chances to find out anything about the short-lived part of her Blood for a good long time.

Kore leaned forward, and she said, "Hey. Hey. Shinsuke."

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Re: Who sleeps in the sea and dreams his dark thoughts?
« Reply #1 on: Nov 11, 19, 06:52:25 PM »
Shinsuke no Izayoi was a man who’d always had a clear vision of the path his life would take. He was a Prince, so that made sense. Serve his family, serve the Dragon Mother, and bring honor to his ancestors and leave behind a good example for his children to follow. He was a late bloomer in his youth, but he never doubted that hard work, right thoughts, and right actions would bring him to the place he needed to be. For many years, he thought he was on the right path.

Staring into the campfire on that autumn night in the temple-camp of the Rebellion, made up of thousands of former slaves and gladiators, Shinsuke pinpointed the exact moment it all went wrong.

He left Tacea to chase a killer.

Murder was not a crime amongst the Blood, but there was always a Price. How many times had he heard that? How many times had he seen it in action? Then why was this one man, the coward Maseo no Shingetsu, allowed to spit on that maxim time and time again? Lord Shingetsu deserved to face justice for his crimes. He deserved to look into the eyes of his victim’s family and see their grief. He deserved the swift justice of executioner’s blade, wielded by the Dragon Mother herself. Did Ishiyo think he’d failed her? Had she sent others to complete his task? Shinsuke vowed that if he ever left this place, he would locate the Shingetsu trash and drag him back to Tacea, even if it took his dying breath to do it.

He sharpened the ancient blade passed down through his family for generations and stared into the fire, replaying his last fight with Lord Shingetsu in his mind. The man was a gifted warrior, but his lack of honor would always be his undoing. Shinsuke defeated him once. He would defeat him again.

Hey. Hey. Shinsuke.

The voice drew him back to the present.

Across the campire, Lady Pavus stared back at him. She was Hayllian, yes, but Shinsuke saw the Tacean ancestry in her features as well. She was an interesting conundrum to him, one that he’d forced himself not to consider. She was an attractive woman and Shinsuke had not been with a woman in some time. He was no monk, but he did not indulge in trysts without consideration. Not to mention that she was a Black Widow and exceedingly deadly. He did not wish to offer offense by showing interest or showing lack of interest. Better to simply answer her inquiry and let her move on with her night.

Lady Pavus, good evening.” he said, vanishing his weapon and rising smoothly to his feet. The streaks of gray at his temples were more pronounced now, as were the age lines. How old did he appear to her? He had no idea how old she was. He wouldn’t know unless she told him.

Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, observing the Protocol that most around him ignored. He was trapped in a land of barbarians, but he did not need to become one. He was still Izayoi and still descended from one of the Great Clans of Tacea.

He still had a duty to represent his people, even in the worst places.

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Re: Who sleeps in the sea and dreams his dark thoughts?
« Reply #2 on: Nov 14, 19, 02:26:56 PM »
Oh, huh. Protocol. That wasn't... well, she supposed she'd better get used to it. Kore's Jewel of Rank was definitely not one to sneeze at, since she was like, a step above the Shield of Hayll himself with his Gray. (If he even still had his Gray. Or if he was even still alive. She hoped he was; the old battleaxe had been helpful to her a few times.) Granted, she didn't exactly know Protocol. She'd been trained in it when she was really young, but 'really young' was centuries ago. She knew enough to remember vaguely that Prince Shinsuke no Izayoi outranked her in Caste, but not in Jewels (well that second one was obvious) and that he probably objected being called Shinsuke. At least, it seemed that way. He vanished the sword and stood up, which was distinctly suboptimal.

"Prince Izayoi," she tried, but there was no change of expression on his face. So who the fuck knew if that was right at all. Izayoi, Izayoi, the name was like a marble in her mouth that she couldn't spit out. Iza-yoh-EE. EEzayoi. It rolled around over her tongue and against and between her teeth, crunching and cracking like stone. Unlike a marble, she wasn't sure what in the world the name meant, only that it meant something. She snarled her dissatisfaction in silence.

She got up. "My genitor was half-Tacean," she said. She picked the specific word because it was the more specific one. Whoever her father had been--his name long passed out of her mind with her mother's--he wasn't a pater. He'd contributed blood to her line, nothing else. "I wanted to know if you'd tell me about his genitor's homeland. Your last name's familiar to me. I think he told me something about your ancestors, like a hundred generations back. I want to know why, since you're going to be leaving us soon. Before the winter really gets going. I won't have an opportunity to meet another Izayoi for a long time. Seems like it'd be really shitty of me to ignore my chance while I got it."