"The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief"

We are Giants

Monday, February 18, 2008
9:19 PM

"No, I.." She paused a moment as the sleen came near, then looked back to him once it resettled on the floor away from her. Fucking sleen. "No. I have word for you. Information." She watched Elise, now no longer shaking her money maker but covered in something. The cup was taken lightly, and she gestured the woman back to the feet of the fellow that owned her. Women liked to be near their men. Except for Savana. Mika had to hold her by the sleeves to keep her in one spot for any length of time. The cup lifted, she took a sip to wet her lips, trying to gather her thoughts and express the information in a way that wouldn't set him off into a rage.

"Good. Tell me what you know" he asked of her, tearing another chunk from the round. As Elise would settle close, he would tuck that chunk into her cheek. Indulgent coddler that he is. Really. All the girls say it "She's harmless by the way. Mostly." he added, oddly enough the sleen's growling increased. Purely coincidence. Assuredly.

"The Caste of Initiates, is taking fee from the High Council to attempt to subdue the lower castes. The processions, and heavier presence in the city is no coincidence." She lowered her cup, holding it in the cradle of her hands. "It is to subdue and distract them, frighten them, to keep them from organizing themselves." Dropping her gaze to Elise a moment, then her cup, she turned the bit of dishware in her hands thoughtfully, "I am told, the High Initiate and the Administrator's advisor, are in control of the salt we are missing."

"That makes sense," he answered, not being set off in any sort of rage. He did, however, finish what remained in his cup in a slow, steady, singular swallow before he set it down. "Rather than one group taking advantage of the other's fallout, they are working in concert" He did not ask about the killings. Neither her's, not the several others in recent hands. He did not know, regardless, if she were behind some, none, or all of them. It was better for him, considering his present occupation, not to know too many details. "The people are not stupid, Savana. This will not stand. The governmental and ecclesiastical courts must, by necessity, be exclusive of one another."

"I am also told," she continued mildly, drawing another sip from the rim of her cup. "That the advisor to the Administrator, Marcus Claudius, covets the throne. And while he aids the High Council now to gain power,
it is his intention to claim the position by encouraging a revolt at a later time. Releasing the salt at an opportune time, to be as though Ar's hero." Setting the cup down again, this time she broke a bit of the bread from the tray, glancing beyond the bite to him quietly. "The people are not stupid, Szol. But mobs are. And easily led and manipulated by the charismatic, by propaganda if it is dealt sweetly." Taking a sip to wash the bite down with, she exhaled a quiet sigh through her nostrils slowly.

"The Administrator, then, is unaware of this plot?," he asked the obvious question. It was getting to be a long day. Already eventful, the news was boiling the pot over onto the stove.

"I'm sure he is aware that his advisor is working closely with the Initiates regarding the hiding of the salt, and in keeping the low caste silent. I doubt very much he is aware of Marcus Claudius' true intentions however, else he'd have already been impaled for treason." She still had some in her cup, taking small sips rather than large drawn gulps. She didn't drink juice often, so the flavor was enjoyed while she partook. "If you want my personal opinion," which meant he was probably going to get it anyway, "The Caste of Initiates probably knows of Marcus' plots and is perhaps being promised something on the side when he ascends to power. Judging by his active courting of Mika to companion his daughter, I believe he is hoping for the support of the Savant line when he makes his move as well."

"You've given me much to think on, Miss Vinquient."

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I had held up my end of the baragain. My obligation to the Poet and Rebel of Ar was coming to a close. Soon I would know exactly where the salt was, and then retribution would have to come at the hands of the city's people. Not my own.

Labels: Casa Del Szol

Because you wanted to know...

Who are you?

Erin, or Kaige if you like. I'm sure I'm called a number of other incongruous monikers as well that I'm not yet privy to.

So I was told..

I know. I'm sure you've been told, warned, advised, and possibly even threatened. I get the logs. Make your own judgements.

Um..what's with the kids?

I was not consulted in the munning of Nashoti and Sahara. Such SLs are (regardless of the state of the characters) joint between the two muns that created them. It was my request they remain NPC or at least to be included on the decision when they were munned. I was not. In fact I was told I had no right to be included in the decision. I was not even given the consideration of being notified. As such, anyone playing Nashoti and Sahara are not welcome, not authorized, and not acknowledged. Nor are they authorized to use the Vinquient SL in any way, shape or form in their play. Other than that, I have no comment on them.

So I have this slave..

Savana does not take on munned personal slaves. I don't have the time to devote to them, and because I do not believe in taking on a slave and not playing with it, all her chattel are NPC. If you would like to bring your slave into the Resurrection SL however, there are a number of avenues to do so, including being owned by the Rabid Sleen or the Strega Inn.

Do you only play PR?

Absolutely not. I play equally in both.

What does the Paparazzi thing mean in your profile?

Gorean paparazzi are the people that follow you room to room, sit and log your play hoping and praying to find something unflattering to share with others. They post about you in online rag mags, gossip heatedly about your life and your actions, photoshop pictures in an attempt to slander, etc. If you have people that behave like this around you, you have paparazzi. They take stalker to a whole new level of creepy.

How do I get a Resurrection or Paparazzi tag for my profile?

Just email and ask. I usually hand them out. There's nothing exclusive about them.

Can I use your map?

Sure. Just don't alter it please. If you want your house/shop/whatever added, ask me and I'll add it for you.

Will you help me create a new BC/Port Kar/Land of Misfit Toys/Random SL..

Most of my time is taken up by the story lines I have here. Since I don't like to half-ass my endeavors, I am not taking on other ventures at this point. Thanks for asking though.

How do I get the chance to play with you?

I am easy to play with. Just show up to a room where I'm playing.

Why do you block me?

If you are blocked, it's because I don't like you. A lot. Chances are however if you're blocked you know why. I am generally a forgiving person. I am not however a putz.

Will you help me with my pharmacokinetics/nursing/organic chemistry?

I am amazed how often I get asked this stuff. Go to class! Email your professor. I graduated, I don't want to do anymore home work. Would you?

I'm gonna gitcha!!

Take a number and get in line with the rest of the gun slingers looking to make a name for themselves.

So&So snuck into your SL!

Yes, I know. I know who everyone is in this story line. Whether or not they are honest. Just because I haven't called them out, doesn't mean I don't know. It either means I don't care, or I'm giving them a chance to prove they can be here or give me a reason to put their head on a pike. Which yellow brick road they choose is up to them.

You denied me entrance to the story line! Oh..Em..GEE!

Yup. I believe they call that karma. Though contrary to popular belief, it's not just because I don't like you. There's people in the SL I don't like. Being my BFF is not one of the requirements to play. If you are denied entrance into the Resurrection, it is because every SL you enter, you destroy. Many times intentionally. Every group you play with, you break up with your divisive and unstable behavior. Call it playing God. Call it tyranical. Call it creative cleansing. Call it whatever you want..just do it over there somewhere.

"I heard you're dead! [Insert lame ghost comment here in hopes of coming across edgy, cool and sarcastic, etc.]"

Strange Lifetime channel movie agendas aside..the information used to call the hunt against Savana was gained out of character. Completely. The "crime" was part of a story line that was being put on by the Resurrection. Said party(ies) were invited to play, to learn things in character. Said party(ies) opted not to. I do not accept blurring. Reading my journal, or lurking in a room and logging is not a valid means for gaining information for a hunt in my world. Nor is the excuse "He'd just know". If you disagree, I don't much give a crap. The scene ended with Savana losing consciousness. At which point I played the hit as grievous, though not lethal. That, in my opinion, was far more considerate than was deserved.

You will not bully me. No amount of snarky profiles, thought-jibes, lies, mind games, and threats to the people I play with, is going to change that. It doesn't hurt my feelings. And I assure you, I am hardly crying alone into my tea cup in an empty room every night. I'm not hurting for play. I'm not forlorn that you do not acknowledge me. I don't need your approval. So the next time you go to the Anti-Kaige Club for Pasta Night, you might let the rest of the legion know.

I made a far better ally than I do an enemy.

I HATE him/her/it! I demand you do something about it!

I don't want involved in your squabbles. No I will not remove people from the SL just because you don't like them out of character. I don't remove people I don't like, what in the world makes you think I'm going to boot people you don't like? Sucking up to me won't give you leverage. Neither will blatant attempts to throw what you perceive as "your weight" around. More likely you'll throw yourself overboard. The rules apply to everyone. I am a lot of terrible things, but a hypocrite is not one of them. :)