"The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief"

Born Under A Bad Sign

Tuesday, January 13, 2009
7:57 AM

Whoever said children brought the pitter patter of little feet, obviously did not have children. It often bemused her, how a child so slight and willowy of frame, could make so much noise running down the hall without the aid of shoes. "Oma! Oma! Tavian and I would like tea." Saeth spoke with an assertive uptilt of her small chin. Bare foot, and pant-clad. Her dark hair long and wild about her face, with little beaded braids that littered the sable curls like her kaiila. Her father's cool blue eyes beguiled with their innocence. Something Savana longed to preserve in her for as long as she could.

She looked like Sahara now, the last time she'd been allowed to see her. Now and then she had asked the daughter of Rune about them. In time, it was easier not to ask, than learn second hand of the lives she had brought forth but could not be a part of. The loss of the twins was grieved, but accepted. If the First were to find her alive all these years later, it was not without possibility that they would both be hunted, leaving both children with no true parent. Nashoti had not always been a good man, but he was always a good father. And while Savana also, was not always a good woman, she was always a good mother. She would not jeapordize the lives of her children for the sake of unfinished betrayals. They were her crosses to bear alone.

"Where is Tavian?" Lifting up from the couch, she lightly tugged one of the small messy braids and began to head into the kitchen. "In my room," Saeth murmured, following her mother impatiently only to become distracted by the cookies that Shane had made earlier in the day left to cool on the table. "He would like cookies too.." she added quickly, gathering one or four in both hands. "Oh he would eh?" Savana smirked, setting the familiar tea pot on the stove and leaning one hip to the counter. "Yes," Cherubic blue eyes looked up around an armful of cookies and wild dark hair, "Honest, Oma. We're picking our High Council. Cicero needs cookies too, and Cedric." She was a good liar, her daughter. That didn't surprise her, but it did evoke a small cluck of her tongue. "Go upstairs, Gina will bring your tea."

Saeth grinned and turned to run for the stairs, "Sae.." The little bare foot hellion came to a halt and turned, looking back quizzically at her mother, "If you're going to bribe him with cookies, at least make sure you get a good seat on the council." Saeth sniffed, "I am High Magistrate." She tossed her head with all the pride her lineage entitled her and fled up the stairs, careful not to drop her cookies along the way.

"High Magistrate.." Gina whistled, stepped into the kitchen, taking down a tray to set up tea-time for Thing 1 and Thing 2. "How awkward." Savana smirked, setting the teapot of slightly warmed juice on the tray, "Sarlin has to retire some time though."

Gina just sighed, shaking her head while taking down two small cups. "I will need you to watch Saeth at the end of the hand," Leaning up from the counter, she snagged a cookie from the table to take a bite, flipping through the opened letters that had been delivered that morning. "Working again?" Gina queried, hoisting the tray into her arms. "Sort of," the scroll opened earlier in the day lifted briefly and studied again, "I have a date with the First Physician of Ar. We're going to a coming out party. I think that means I can dress as the boy."

Gina just groaned, laughing, "You can't go anywhere without intentionally ruffling feathers can you?"

"Why would I try? I'm the most entertainment this city ever sees."

Labels: Serenus Aria

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. :)