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#1 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 27 October 2011 - 05:10 PM

Gervais crouched near the edge of one of the rocky outcroppings that hung over the beach, far beneath him, and looked out to sea. From here, he could see the jagged black rock that stood out like a sentinel, separated from the rest of the cliffs by a channel of seawater. The surface of the rock teemed with the dull grey shapes of the gannets, their nests packed into every crevice until the rock itself seemed to be alive with movement.

He watched intently as more of the gannets drifted away and out over the water. They hovered almost weightless in the air, poised on the updrafts that came in from over the cliffs. Their outstretched wings beat only a flick here and there to maintain their place. That stillness gave a sense of controlled force, a stark contrast to the ceaseless motion of the black water underneath. Then without warning, the seabirds plummeted with impossibly swift, smooth grace, like a flurry of arrows, to the tossing waves far below. They broke the surface with hardly even a splash.

A few seconds later they would bob up again from the depths and return to the nests, calling in a harsh clamour of excitement.

The gannets seemed to be completely disconnected from the world, in an existence of their own, that could only leave Gervais wondering in futile admiration from this distance. Once before, he had seen several of them hanging with wings wide-set in the teeth of a summer gale, somehow remaining stationary against the backdrop of raging wind and rain. Still, despite their mastery of the currents of the air, it was not an easy existence. On the surface of the waves, he could see a limp and lifeless grey form battered about. Every so often, one of those spectacular dives would fail.

He held almost as still as they did, fascinated by the the glimpse of another world, far detached from his. It gave him a sense of incomprehensible beauty and a kind of peace.


#2 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 27 October 2011 - 05:54 PM

Sabine, with her hand on her wide-brimmed felt hat to keep the wind from blowing it away, walked along, gingerly stepping on the rocks that overlooked the beautiful sea. Very few people strayed this far out from the beach, very few wanted the feeling of utter vertigo that came over them when one looked over the edge of the cliffs. Holding on tight, she grimaced at the hat, regretting the decision to bring it along, not predicting the wind to be so much higher than normal.

Her dark boots delicately made their way along the craggy surface, she was graceful, practiced at this walk, each crevice, and every slippery spot familiar to her. The first time this feat had been attempted was nearly a fatal one. She hadnt made it as far out as she had planned, wanting to feel nothing but open air and see nothing but ocean all around her. She had failed, nearly falling into the choppy sea below. Instead of this incident deterring her however, she was more determined than ever to reach her destination, to achieve her goal. Every single day after, Sabine had gone back to the cliffs, each time making it further than the day before, until finally, she was as at ease on the rocks as the gannets themselves.

Her dark hair blew violently around her heart-shaped face, but she only distantly thought about how difficult it would be to brush out later. Tragedy had not yet scarred the young woman, and so her heart was full of child-like adventures, impossible feats, and distant dreams. Her head was too full of fantasy to worry about how her hair might look.

The birds dove again and again and she watched them, delighted. They never ceased to be interesting. Two dove for the same patch of water, the same fish, apparently for they squawked at one another in outrage, neither attaining a meal out of the dive. Sabine laughed, the sound utterly lost among the ripping wind. She did not notice the man sitting among the rocks until she was nearly upon him. Thats when her hat blew off, heading right for him. The hat hit him and the dark felt wrapped itself around his face, clinging for dear life and Sabine rushed forward to assist him.

Pulling the hat free, she quickly placed it behind her back, as if to hide it. Unable to keep the smile from her face, she began to laugh, Im so sorry, she said between joyous tittering. No harm had been done, surely he would see the humour in the event as she did. Of course, Sabine rarely realized that people were as light-hearted as she.

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 27 October 2011 - 05:55 PM.

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#3 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 27 October 2011 - 06:48 PM

In the middle of his reverie, something struck Gervais in the face, a thing of fabric that curled and clung like some living thing. He started upwards and his hands rose to dislodge the object and clear his vision. On inspection it appeared to be a woman's hat, made of felt and a tentacular arrangement of writhing silken ribbons. His immediate reaction was to look for the owner of the stupid piece of frippery.

In the next second, the medusa-headed noblewoman now standing in front of him yanked it out of his hands and stuffed it behind her back in a childish attitude. Gervais looked down at her with a cool, hostile light in his pale eyes as she giggled idiotically at him. This girl had intruded herself and everything that she represented into his morning. He had been detached and at peace in his solitary observations, and now that was shattered by this interruption.

She clearly thought that she and her hat were tremendously droll. They certainly could be. He determined to amuse himself a little at her expense.

Gervais' mouth curled upwards in an answering smile that gave no external hint of the malice he felt. "Of course. It's no trouble." He held out one hand for the hat. "Allow me to see that again, if you please."


#4 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 28 October 2011 - 08:22 PM

Sabine waited for his response, he seemed overly polite, especially for the circumstances. It wasnt as if they were at a ball or any other social gathering. Of course, Sabine had been to so few of those that she was no expert on how men acted. Her father wanted her far away from any men. So far, this hadnt bothered her, except for the loneliness that came with being an only child. She desired friends, but had very few. The beginning stages of interest in men was in play, however, and Sabine wondered what it would be like to be kissed, touched, pined after. Surely there were joys of maidenhood that she was missing.

He asked for the hat and maliciously intentions never occurred to her, so she handed it over straight away, Of course. It is lovely, isnt it? It was my mothers, rest her soul. She muttered, feeling the pang of having missed out on knowing someone she, by all rights, ought to be very close to. Clearing the unpleasant thoughts from her head, she smiled up at the stranger as best she could with her hair blowing all around her face. She studied him as he took the precious maternal relic away from her, wondered who he was, or if he was important.

Im Lady Sabine Vesta. She said, her tone, remaining friendly. A socially inept girl, she only had her instinct to go on and little formal knowledge on introduction situations.
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#5 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 28 October 2011 - 11:31 PM

The girl looked up at him with an unsuspecting, wide-eyed gaze, still smiling like an idiot. When he asked for the hat, she handed it over without even questioning why he might want to see it. Did she honestly think that he cared about her hat, or her dead mother, or, for that matter, her own self? She obviously did, as she introduced herself a moment later as Sabine Vesta. Gervais filed away the name in case it came of later use.

Gervais took the thing out of her fingers and held it up to the wind to inspect it. He turned it around in his hand, acting as if he really was interested for some incomprehensible reason in millinery. "Why yes, it is a very lovely hat," he agreed with her. "The very pinnacle of a milliner's art, I'm sure; and it must mean so very much to you. Seeing that it was your mother's."

Then he reached his hand, with the hat, out over the edge of the cliff - and very deliberately let it drop free. The wind caught it, of course, as it was falling, but it was battered against the cliff face and then went dancing away down to the sands below. It fetched up, he observed idly, in one of the tide-pools, sinking down into the water.

"Whoops," he said pleasantly. "Oh, I'm Gervais Lekal, by the way."


#6 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 30 October 2011 - 03:43 PM

Sabine continued to smile as the man complimented her hat, but his tone was still odd. She couldn't make it out, and sensed sarcasm. When it became clear his intentions to drop the hat over the cliff, Sabine instinctively reached for it, "No!" Her hands swiped for it, hoping to catch it but the stranger deliberately let it go. The terrible wind tossed her mother's hat forever out of her reach and into the questionable waters below.

A vision of some octopus or giant fish swimming around, wearing her hat, made her bite her lip. Looking over the edge, and already quite unbalanced from grabbing desperately for the precious headpiece, vertigo came over her.

Combined with a mossy rock below her feet, the surreal feelings of the cruel man who had ill used her for his own amusement, and a light head from looking down, Sabine had little chance to gain back her balance. A gasp escaped her as her foot would not grab hold over the wet water weed. Inevitably, Sabine slipped.

Now, she imagined herself following the path of the hat, hitting the water and sinking to the bottom, where some sea creature would make her his next meal. No doubt, this man would take as much joy in her fall as he had the hat's. She was determined to remain silent however, for some reason her pride wanting to stay intact. Pitching over the side, her hazel eyes wide, she screamed.
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#7 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 30 October 2011 - 04:19 PM

She realized what he was going to do only just before he did it, and he could see the horrified shock come over her face. Unfortunately for her, it was already too late to snatch it back out of his hand, and she could only watch as her hat went flying away. Gervais smirked as she stared after it, face painted with dismay.

He saw the slip coming before it actually happened. She had leaned out too far, clutching at the air like a fool, as if that would really bring her hat back to her. Her footing was not secure, and when she stumbled to try to regain her balance, her foot slid out from underneath her and the chain reaction came to the inevitable conclusion.

That was not what he had intended to happen; Gervais was not given to the practice of actually killing women. And things would go as he intended. As a result, by the time her foot had started to slide and her scream had started to pierce his eardrums, he was already moving, taking care not to make the same errors himself. He seized one of her flailing arms while she was still toppling over the edge and wrenched her sharply back to safety.

The instant she was on solid ground he released her, giving her arm a shove at the same time to propel her away from the edge of the cliff. The unwanted contact was ended as soon as possible and Gervais stepped away, both hands folded over his chest. Aversion carefully hidden except for a brief flash, he smirked down at her. "If you intend to go after your magnificent hat, I suggest that you take a less direct route the next time."


#8 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 03 November 2011 - 06:50 PM

The horrible stranger pulled Sabine back to safety, but there was no gracious attitude and certainly not one of sorrow for what he had done. However grateful she was for his quick action in pulling her to safety, she took a grand swing at him, pushing her body weight against the edge of the rocks now that she had her bearings and balance back. She was good on the rocks and the slip was not a reflection of her ability.

"You are a bastard!" She said, her voice was low and dark, nothing near to the scream she had allowed escape when she was about to lose her life, "You're obviously so miserable that only making other miserable makes you any kind of happy."

It was tempting to sic her father on him, or anyone in the Vesta house that might hold influence but she was determined to handle herself alone. She stood tall now, as he did, composed and cool. The only way to get back at him was not to lose her composure. He lived and fed on that, she thought, but he would not get this little satisfaction, "How can anyone be so miserable as to hurt someone they don't even know?'
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#9 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 03 November 2011 - 08:59 PM

The girl was shocked out of her composure for a moment, but as soon as she appeared to have recovered herself, her hand flashed out to slap Gervais' face. He evaded it neatly, her hand once again catching only the wind, and his thin-lipped smirk grew wider and more malicious. The girl had some sort of spirit, after all. This was much more entertaining than if she had simply broken down in tears and cried over the hat.

Low fury coloured her voice, as she flung an insult at him, and he openly laughed now, though there was a flicker of something around his eyes. Miserable? Not when there was such endless amusement to be had. He was far from unhappy - he grinned with a malevolent glint in his eye to show it. Schadenfreude was something to be savored.

She was holding herself back now, composing herself to what he supposed to be an attempt at dignity. "Miserable?" he inquired, raising one sardonic eyebrow at her. "Hardly. How could anyone be miserable in such excellent company as yours? It is such a joy to have met you."

"But perhaps you are right," he added. "Perhaps I am secretly lonely and unhappy, reaching out desperately for any kind of human interaction. It rather resembles something right out of a novel, doesn't it? Here I am, scion of a Great House, out on a windswept cliff, and I have in fact just saved your life. Where do you go from there, now that you have invented a history for me? What future do you see ahead of me?"

He laughed. "Make up anything you please, but do tell me what it is you are imagining. I am dying to hear what you think."


#10 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 10 November 2011 - 03:00 PM

Sabine's hazel eyes lit up and she strode closer to the stranger, "I think you don't know how to express attraction and tease little girls that you like." She became very close to him. They were still at the edge of the cliff and the wind whipped at Sabine's hair, now unfettered by the hat. Her simple dress, made for a day outing and not an evening gown, still showed off her womanly figure and ample cleavage. She was close enough where Gervais could look right down upon it.

"It's a beautiful spot, don't you think?" She asked, looking over the edge once again, foolishly thinking that she might still see her hat.

"Perhaps I have overreacted. You did save my life after all." She allowed this to sink in, allowed her sudden change of tone to saturate the conversation once so filled with anger, "A reward might be in order. My father has money." She pressed against him now, "Or perhaps you desire something other than money?"
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#11 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 10 November 2011 - 04:02 PM

"That obviously must be it," he agreed sarcastically, "everyone knows that is how men work. So the worse I treat you, the more profoundly I must be in love with you." He did not like her being so close to him, and so he shied away by taking a step to the side, to avoid letting her touch him. His mocking smile remained in place, though.

Gervais was fully aware that she was now changing her tack, trying to offset him from a different angle. The false advance might have worked on a different man, but Gervais was not as susceptible as most men to that kind of confusion. It was not the first time he had confronted someone trying to spin his head in such a way, either. Back when he was younger and had first come to Port Tresteau, a few women had tried to approach him, seeing what they thought could be a valuable marriage alliance. Of course, those delusions had been rapidly ended.

It did, of course, unsettle him, but for the opposite reason from physical attraction. He did not like the attempts to invade his space, and it repelled him instead. He kept a strict distance between them; each time she stepped in, he evaded it neatly.

"There's no need for a reward, though. My family, dear, has more money than your House has in their wildest dreams. And as for you..." He studied her deliberately for a moment, his eyes roving up and down as if he were seriously considering her figure. "Afraid not. I've seen much better. I'm sure you're dying to reward me," - in point of fact he strongly suspected she wanted to get close enough to hit him - "but both attempts fall quite flat."


#12 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 10 November 2011 - 06:03 PM

She had offset him. He was getting confused about her intentions. He thought she intended to hit him, and although that was not the furthest thing from her mind, she was not planning on it. He was trying to figure out her angle. Smiling, she kept moving closer and he kept moving to counter her, getting just a little closer to the edge of the cliff each time he moved. He was pretty intent on avoiding her until his foot hit the edge of the cliff once again. He was cornered temporarily. She seized her moment and pressed herself against him in a sensuous manner. His insults were hurtful, but she ignored the sting and pouted as if she were quite disappointed with his refusal of her.

Suit yourself, She said, suddenly apart from him and walking away, You have refused the night of your life. She pointed out. Puling out a handkerchief, she sniffled as if she were crying. Walking along the bluff for a few yards, she quickly turned back toward him, still close to the edge of the overhang, Oh look, you must have dropped this.

With a smug smile on her face, Sabine held out a small book. It was his, stolen just moments ago from his pocket. Obviously, it was not as precious, or so she assumed, as her mothers hat, but it was something that was his that she had no rights to. She allowed it to hang there for only split second before casually dropping it off of the edge to join her hat in the sea. She hated to see a good book go to waste, but the point needed to be made. The book flew open, pages torn by the ripping wind, the sound of fluttering paper drowned out the further it plummeted before it dove into the sea. That octopus in her hat would have something to read now. She faced him again, her eyes wide and innocent.

Oops. She said, in a mocking to his feigned regrets after he had dropped her hat.

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 10 November 2011 - 06:19 PM.

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#13 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 10 November 2011 - 07:59 PM

The determined pursuit she kept making was beginning to make Gervais tense; if she had tried to strike him it would have been different. This slinking advance, however, kept him on the retreat. Unfortunately, he realized his mistake too late; he had been more focused on avoiding her than on his environment. He had missed part of her plan. And she had very effectively backed him up to the edge of the cliff. He might almost have commended her footwork.

He could do very little, without anywhere to set his foot for a stable base. And in the next moment he found her pressing her body up against his. His aversion became overwhelming, a sudden flood of sensation almost like fear that left him literally nauseated. For a moment he could only be aware of that invasion, and of his inability to get away from the contact. Above all, he wanted to get away, or to attack. He could do neither without falling, and so he was powerless; his tension could only mount mount exponentially higher with each second.

She peeled away from him at last, but that did not relieve the feeling immediately. His nerves were still stretched to the breaking-point, and it was as if he could still feel her there. He fought for control as he re-established his footing. Gervais wanted nothing more than to attack her as she stood there a few feet away from him, pretending to cry. His laughter gone, his gaze remained fixed on her. His face was tight with furious anger, and his eyes held a flat, snakelike hostility. She had made him feel powerless. She had made him afraid, and for that...

Poisonous hatred coursed through him, though, the desire to attack, to hurt, to make her feel fear ten times over, to break her - he stood there, fighting back the tide of violence. He would not be his father. He would not harm a woman.

It could hardly have been made worse - until she held his book up, holding it out over the edge of the cliff. It had been a short volume by Deker, not an easily obtained book, and it had been in his pocket. She must have used the opportunity she had created to snatch it out. He realized what she was about to do much more quickly than she had understood his motivation; his gaze deviated to watch it fall through the air for a moment, and then snapped back to hers.

Moving with lightning speed, he covered the distance to put himself between her and solid ground. She was still by the edge of the cliff. He could block her escape, keep her there at his mercy; she would not maneuver him the same way twice. It would be as easy as breathing to send her over right now. She was no hazekiller; he could sense metal on her person, worked into her clothing somewhere. One simple push with steel...

Gervais was no longer smirking. She thought she was safe; she trusted that she was inviolate from harm, because that was what the rules dictated. Just like she had in the beginning when she handed her hat over without a second thought, she trusted. "Oops," he agreed in a voice like silk just covering bared steel. "That was not the wisest choice you ever made, little girl."


#14 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 10 November 2011 - 09:07 PM

Sabine's hazel eyes narrowed and filled with anger. She could read his thoughts as if he had said them aloud. Violence. She could not rightly say that she was not afraid, but she would be damned if she was going to show him that. He had blocked her path and she suddenly wished she had some sort of power like the Mistings. That would show him not to mess around with or underestimate people. She could soothe him or shove him away from her; it would have been glorious.

As it was, however, she had no strength against this tall and obviously fit man. Would he take advantage of that and react at the fight he had instigated in the first place? At this moment, it didnt really matter who was in the right, she would be dead; the fantasy of seeing an octopus in a hat reading a book suddenly seemed foolish with her life in the balance. Reality hit hard and she imagined herself falling through the air to hit salty water and inevitably drown.

He made a loose threat, telling her how unwise her move was. She only gave him a triumphant smile, It was no less than you deserved. She snapped, I could not care less about your reasons, whether it be that you are poor and lonely, or ill-treated in your youth, that is no excuse to take it out on innocent people whom you meet.

She glanced behind her, the sea looking closer and closer all the time. She only had a small idea of what kind of man she was dealing with. His actions could mean her fate in either direction; he had shown a casual disregard for others, but had also pulled her from the cliffs edge. Her hazel eyes met with his again, Are you going to murder me over a quarrel in which you prompted? Over a book?

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 10 November 2011 - 09:11 PM.

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#15 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 10 November 2011 - 10:07 PM

Instead of fear, he was met with defiance and pride; she grinned at him and spat out her answer. At least her laughter had ended in anger, and now...now, whether she defied him or not, that did not change the balance of power. Now he held it again. The memory of a few moments ago was all too present, though. He found little satisfaction, after all, in knowing that he could physically triumph if it came to that. He was not Thelir Lekal.

"Nobody's innocent, Lady Sabine Vesta. Certainly not you, or you wouldn't have tried to drape yourself over me like a whore," he answered, voice still silky, only for that it took on a note of contempt. "I congratulate you on mastering the techniques of a brothel pickpocket," he added, before taking one step closer to overshadow her.

"I don't need a reason or an excuse. Here's a free little lesson for you, in exchange for your excellent moral advice. Not everyone needs some great tragedy to spur a little cruelty. Sometimes it's just fun, it's that simple." His mouth curved back into a smile, though it came nowhere near his eyes this time. There was not even the former malicious amusement in it, only that pale-grey, icy hatred radiating down at her.

"Murder you over a book? Perhaps I would, perhaps I wouldn't. I don't play by any rules, dear girl, and it's a mistake to think that I do."


#16 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 10 November 2011 - 10:32 PM

No doubt, he thought his insults were penetrating thinner skin, but Sabine just allowed them to bounce off, how could she possibly care about what he thought? He deserved no emotion from her in any way, except for perhaps disdain. "Some are more innocent than others, and you may imply that I'm a whore all you wish, but the fact is, you're just angry that I outsmarted you." It was the blunt truth and she would gladly present it again if he wanted to keep feeding her insults and untruths.

“I disagree. No man wants to be cruel for fun unless he is a head case. So, you’re either the worst head case I have ever met or your mommy didn’t love you.” She clipped each words short in a high class talk, the only way to be above him was to be classier and throw back better insults, ones that were far more true than the ones he was using.

“It was quite obvious to me that you don’t play by the rules. Breaking them has consequences. I suppose I thought you deserved to taste the bitter consequences of your actions. However, my question was a sincere one. If you plan to murder me, then you better get on with it. If not, then you’re simply wasting my time.” She said, glad that her skirts covered up the fact that her legs were shaking. He wanted to intimidate her and either, he would keep making worse threats or actually act, or he would walk away, realizing that she was not going to take his bait, “I know you expect me to cower, but I’m not sorry to tell you that it won’t happen. I’m not intimidated by a spineless sow who is cruel to people and expects to get away with it because they are not as strong or rich. And all for fun.”

She moved to step forward, but dare not go without his true permission. He was still potentially dangerous, "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 10 November 2011 - 11:27 PM.

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#17 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 11 November 2011 - 12:03 AM

She should have left his mother out of this; his eyes narrowed just a little further. She knew nothing about his mother. Or about him.

"What sort of dreamworld do you live in?" Gervais inquired coolly, without moving an inch, blocking her escape. She could stand to listen. Innocence and ignorance were not the same thing.

"Cruelty is an intrinsic requirement for fun. Even for yours. Here you are on a simple walk, for fun. Your lost hat and your dress are made from material that skaa sweated and bled and probably died over. Have you ever seen the inside of a cotton mill? Skaa children often are preferentially used there. They lose fingers and hands in the machinery. Cotton fluff lodges in their lungs, and they die like flies of pneumonia; it's called mill fever. But there are always plenty more to be found to replace the ones that die or are unable to work - which means death as well, of course."

"The food you ate today was raised on a plantation somewhere in the Final Empire, and someone starved to make it. Call them what you will, human or animal, they still feel pain. Your entire way of life, my lady, is built on the backs of others who are...not as strong or rich. Because it is out of sight and you can avoid thinking about it does not make it less true."

A smirk hovered on his face. "I simply make my amusements a little more direct than most. And I don't bother with justifying it as my moral right of birth. I don't bother justifying it at all. Perhaps that makes me more sane than you. Or just more self-aware?"


#18 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 11 November 2011 - 12:30 AM

Suddenly it didn't matter that she was at he edge of a cliff where a crazed man was blocking her and could potentially be the death of her. This man was attempting to make her feel guilty when she had done him no wrong, "I did not choose the world in which I was born, nor do I take pleasure in the cruelty that exists." She snapped, "Shall I go around naked and not use the only clothing available? Will that stop the political faction from using Skaa men and women as slaves?"

"Once again you twist the truth to fit your own ridiculous purpose; being cruel for pleasure." She said, now stepping closer to him in a more offensive manner, no longer on the defense, "Who says I avoid thinking of it? Stop putting me in some category of women that you think you understand. You're simply trying to hurt me and you will fail time and time again. If you want to hurt me, you better hit me. Of course, that will only prove what I have said further."

"I am not given a choice. Skaa are slaves. What we do have control over is what judges our character." She said, shaking her head in disbelief at this man, "I only said that about your sanity and you mother to get you away from me, but now, I'm beginning to believe it just might be true. You treat others cruelly because you were treated that way. It's all you know and you do search for ways to justify it. 'Everyone is cruel, so it must be alright.' you think. Go take it out on your mother or whoever treated you badly, and leave me out of it." A moment of silence hung in the air, "Now. Get out of my way." She said, slowly and deliberately.

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 11 November 2011 - 12:30 AM.

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#19 Gervais Lekal


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Posted 15 November 2011 - 01:40 AM

Gervais refused to back down. This time, if she came near him, he would throw her back - she would not have the chance to violate his space again. "You don't command me, dear," he reminded her. His tone was deliberately, saccharinely pleasant, in stark contrast to the hostility in his stance. If she made the attempt to go around him, he would block her; and if she tried to press on she would find herself thrust back at arm's length. She would not get out of here until he allowed it.

She knew nothing. Nothing. Her words meant nothing, they were worth less than ash to him. She had no idea who he was, or who his mother was. And she thought she could try to understand him, this damned little bitch. She thought she could see through him, cut him with her own words. He held back his seething anger, although it burned like acid. The ugly tide of emotion brought a strange tension to his throat, until he could almost have choked on it. It flowed like poison into his words. There was a key - he only had to find the right place to slide in the knife -

"You can always try saying 'please,' of course. Didn't your mother teach you how to do that? Oh, perhaps not. I forgot. She's dead, isn't she? How tragic." Equal parts sugar and ice coated his voice.


#20 Sabine Vesta

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Posted 15 November 2011 - 11:02 PM

Sabine crossed her arms and laughed, I dont command you? Is not that the same as saying Im not the boss of you? Have you regressed back to childhood now? She kept the smile on her face, I think you just never grew up.

It was obvious that he was determined to not let her by until he got the better of her. However, she was just as stubborn and determined to pass while coming out ahead in their dispute as he was to block her, You are keeping me against my will. Kidnapping me legally and I will not hesitate to press any charges on your head for kidnapping a lady against her will, threatening her on the edge of a cliff, and stealing her property. It will make a fine court date. She told him, her voice challenging.

Then, he went low, attacking her mother, using the very same method that she had against him. He was trying to make her as angry as she had made him. He would fai, she vowed. The only time one attempts to use anothers attack is if they have found it to be very effective. She smiled a small Mona Lisa smile, I have used your family to set you off and you attempt to do the same to me. But my method has worked where yours will fail. I would not dare give you a clue of what might hurt me by attacking you with it myself. I never knew my mother, so all I hold are a few artifacts and a memory that I do not know. She is dead, but she has been dead since I was born. I honor her for my life, but you will not harm me by mentioning her. There is no truth that you could say that will get under my skin because you know nothing about her and frankly, neither do I. She said, her voice attempting to rise above the winds.

She feigned thoughtfulness, tapping a finger on her chin, Hmm, what could it be that I said that was true enough to get you so angry, Gerv? A light came on in her eyes and she smiled a large smile, We could revisit your mother again, or perhaps we should speak about your father. Who was the one who made you like this? Which one made you cruel and hateful? A mother is far less likely, nurturing and motherly as they are. A father, however she allowed this to hang in the air a long while, Im just going to keep going until you leave me alone.

Edited by Sabine Vesta, 15 November 2011 - 11:02 PM.

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