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#21
Posted 20 February 2014 - 07:38 PM
#22
Posted 20 February 2014 - 08:11 PM
He knew he could talk about boats for some time, but... sometimes people could get tired of a body rambling on and on and on, so he figured it'd be best to return the favor, try to know more about this other rebel. It would help to protect one another, right? The more he knew, the more he could trust her. And if he could trust her, he could help her. "I... suppose it weren't very mannerly for me to not ask the same. I, uh, I reckon I know what you do, for a livin', that is, but don't know no name for you. Better to know than just call you by your job. You're a person, after all." That little core of things was for him the reason for rebellion. That he was a person, not just a tool. Skaa weren't hammers, they were allowed to breathe and feel and love.
#23
Posted 20 February 2014 - 08:18 PM
#24
Posted 20 February 2014 - 09:46 PM
It wasn't as if he could just start talking about rebellion in the middle of all these people. Some of them might have fake hair, or worse! He decided it'd be wisest to just ignore that for now, and hopefully he could play at being innocent. The problem, of course, was his one leg. It was an identifier not shared by many others, and one which would be damning evidence if he were discovered. The problem he faced now, though, was one of confusion. He didn't understand this place at all, so he felt himself powerless to assist in any real way, or to offer any genuine conversation. "So... you... like dresses?" He was trying hard not to be inconvenient for her, but he really knew nothing of this alien world he found himself in, and there was little chance of that changing.
#25
Posted 20 February 2014 - 09:57 PM
"Before I came here, I knew this woman, Della, and she would get me some of the nicest dresses I think I've ever gotten to wear. They were even nicer than...others." Again, deliberately avoiding certain subjects. She didn't like reminding herself of such things.
#26
Posted 20 February 2014 - 10:35 PM
"I suppose nice dresses are nice. I mean, you can be... flowy... in them." He was floundering, he knew, but fortunately, that one word was something he could latch on to. "I don't reckon you've ever felt how the Channerel flows, really seen what it means to flow, have you?" Floating downstream, that flow was something he could relate to, something he could understand. "Does the dress flow with you, or... do you feel it flowin' through you, maybe?" For a more educated person, it might seem like he was asking some philosophical or deep ontological questions. But for Ricket, he was really just wondering what it felt like, whether he could actually relate to this woman on some level.
Edited by Chautauquan, 20 February 2014 - 10:48 PM.
#27
Posted 20 February 2014 - 10:45 PM
#28
Posted 20 February 2014 - 11:01 PM
His words were coming more freely now, as he tried to communicate what joy he felt on that river, on the little narrowboat which was almost as much a home as his home city... "Best of all, even though you've got a noble on-board, barkin' his orders.... you feel free." It was something he didn't really think of, most of the time; it was something he had to work through with other words, to really get the idea across. But deep within, he knew that out there, he wasn't just a tool, he mattered to his mates. He meant something, and so he was given his freedom to be someone.
#29
Posted 20 February 2014 - 11:05 PM
"It must be nice to be free like that. I mean, you could run, couldn't you? Just run away without looking back. You're out there in the open. You'd never have to deal with...them again."
#30
Posted 20 February 2014 - 11:15 PM
He pondered a bit how to go about what he wanted to say, and how he could say it. He was hoping to show a sort of common ground, to show the sameness of it all.... but for that, he might have to oblige in a tradition he was normally loathe to keep. "I don't reckon you have much clean water for washin' up; leastaways, not for types like me. But... could I just have enough for my face, maybe?" Perhaps it would be revealing to be clean, but as he had noted earlier, his evidence, his weakness, was much further south than his face. And right now, he wanted to help put something of peace into this situation.
#31
Posted 20 February 2014 - 11:24 PM
Liss smiled wider, knowingly. "I can ask, if you'd like, but I don't know myself. There is definitely clean water to wash in, but whether we have some for you..." She tried hard to keep her face straight but cracked and smiled in a teasing manner. "I'm sure we can get you something to wash in. I'll definitely have to ask, but we also have private rooms that you can hide in."
She was fairly certain now that he wasn't a spy, but she was trusting. Much to trusting to be a rebel, but she couldn't really change it. "Do you know the rest of us here? Or at least some? I've never seen you here before, but I've only been here a year, and I'm still getting used to things. Because if you do, I can go get whoever it is."
#32
Posted 20 February 2014 - 11:32 PM
"Hiding would probably be good, but, uh... I don't think you'd appreciate my--" He really didn't like fessing up to this, but it was the best way to say it. "Well, my stink might make your work harder. I don't know anythin' about this place, really. I just.... well, I--" He couldn't quite say what he was doing, admitting to dropping off packages would basically be a death sentence if a bald one heard him. "I came nearby, but I don't know nobody inside. It's... not my place, I suppose." Rust it all, he was driving the wedge in again, trying to block up the way, rather than opening up the blockages. "I know I sound mighty foolish, but... could I ask you to be patient with me?"
#33
Posted 21 February 2014 - 01:54 AM
#34
Posted 21 February 2014 - 06:01 AM
But he wasn't going to change his clothing, no madam. He had his coat, his trousers, and he saw no reason for getting into a dress. He needed to be able to work, to do things. So perhaps his clothing was muddy too. If that was the case, he'd just bathe in his clothes. Not like they'd never been wet before, and he knew how to deal with being a bit chilly. "But none of that par-foom stuff. I can't rightly be if I don't smell like a piece of work."
#35
Posted 21 February 2014 - 07:11 PM
This man was definitely odd, for a skaa. Usually her laughter made them uncomfortable. She had been told that nobody should be as happy as she was. It was, apparently, unnatural that she laughed so much. To her it was just one more thing that made her unnatural, and she couldn't do much about it.
#36
Posted 21 February 2014 - 07:28 PM
That one scrap was how he held to the rebellion, how he held to any sort of conviction, was that idea that everyone was a person. That skaa and noble were words, but everyone still had ten fingers.... at least five toes, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, and other simple things like that. They might cover up in all sorts of different things, but until they forced themselves to be different, like putting black paint on their faces which didn't wash off, they were all still basically individuals, living and breathing the same air and ash. He hoped he could get that across at some point to the young woman.
#37
Posted 21 February 2014 - 07:36 PM
"But for some reason we are just skaa, at least to them, and we don't have the resources to have very much. Even if there is no reason for it, we're still their slaves."
#38
Posted 21 February 2014 - 08:25 PM
The talk of resources, things like good food and perhaps more clothing, was familiar to Ricket, but at the same times foreign. "I mean, I understand that the beatin's aren't the greatest, but really, all that fancy stuff... I reckon I don't need it all. So long as Ellie's well, and we're fed summat, I don't see why it matters whether I'm in silk or burlap. I figure it don't hurt to be happy with what we have, right?" So long as folks were people, right on the inside, perhaps it didn't matter what they were outside. "I don't think it matters much what others think so long as we know who we are."
#39
Posted 21 February 2014 - 08:29 PM
"You must have a good life." She said in reply, still happy. "Your siblings sound like they've got a good life as well."
#40
Posted 21 February 2014 - 08:39 PM
He motioned over Liss' general figure, just a quick swing of his arm to try to get her to look down and examine herself. "Look at you, clean, well-dressed, young and full of life--" He didn't want to get himself in trouble, but his thinking was that if she were so against her line of work... he'd try to get her someplace else, a change of pace to keep her living and strong. But it wasn't his place, wasn't his right to judge others, he figured. Judgement was what obligators did, and it never seemed to be a good thing.
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