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.
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Tea Time
Sunday, December 2, 2007
4:08 PM

"I am a man," Mika had said to me last night. "Don't you fear all men?" he asked. I don't. Whether that is foolhardy or not. I think perhaps I fear myself, far more than I have ever feared a man that has stepped foot into my presence.
I visited Szol the morning after I returned from the stake out beyond the Sun Gate. I was given tea. He is often hospitable in that regard. My information upset him. I think he believes the High Council is behind the missing salt. I am not so sure it is so cut and dry myself. He charged me to look deeper.
I fear for him. I am beginning to fear for us both. If he is in fact correct, then we could both end up targets. I don't believe the council is stupid. If they catch wind, and they will, there will be a push to silence us. They can't afford, with the political climate as it is, for either of us to possibly rally the lower castes.
Szol has told me he intends to make an announcement this evening, in the Great Square. He is the sort of man that thinks well of his fellow citizens. Perhaps even still trusts, to an extent, the establishment. I am not so trusting. I will have myself, and my men in the crowd as insurance.
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