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Post by Bee on Jan 30, 2008 13:37:19 GMT -5
"To get away from things," he replied, and the only reason he did not specify was because it was a frightfully long list.
"To find something, maybe." He did not usually make a habit of cryptic speech, but he didn't know what might spark his interest, in a graveyard. Perhaps he would develop a taste for tending to the last rites of the dead. Perhaps he would develop some deep respect for nature and become some kind of activist. Perhaps he would realize that his true calling was that of the hermit. Something. Anything.
He looked at the ram thoughtfully. He was, as his previous work experience taught him, not very good at giving advice, but he felt it prudent to offer a tid-bit of wisdom that he had often doled out to his readers: "If you are looking for real peace, I really don't think you're going to find it unless you join the party our friends here are having." He gestured to the graves. "The poets always say that there's no rest like the eternal one."
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Post by Kiki on Jan 30, 2008 17:06:21 GMT -5
Bee and Sera receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by seraaches on Feb 8, 2008 23:26:57 GMT -5
The ram sent the other man a bemused glance, before giving a small shake of his head. "It's not my time yet," the Avington said with a hint of his inner amusement evident in his voice. Eternal sleep might be easier, but certainly not wot he desired. "Nor is it yours, I'd venture to guess," the man continued easily. "So this temporary solution seems the most useful to both of us."
What should they do about that, however, Ladarius had no idea; or even if they needed to. So wot if they wanted to hang out in graveyards? There was no law against it. Fortunately.
"Wot do you seek to escape?" the ram asked suddenly and curiously then a second question struck him. "Uhm... wot's your name?" This question was said with a sense of timidity lacking in the rest of his speech.
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Post by Bee on Feb 14, 2008 20:06:09 GMT -5
Ezra did not think anyone had a particular time for anything; death was death whether it happened two minutes or twenty years from now, and there was nothing one could do about it, so there was really no point in complaining. He was somewhat startled by the second question, though; he was not usually interested in names, and didn't think others were very interested in his.
"Ezra," he said. "And I'm trying to escape ennui, I believe." It wasn't a sensation he could readily describe. He felt that he should be meant to do something, but it was a vague thought, and he wasn't sure if it was a correct one. He was searching for something that interested him, but nothing yet had, and half the time he didn't care anyway. It was an odd and complicated set of feelings to telegraph. And, because he assumed the ram was asking the question for a reason, he said, "What are you escaping from?"
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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 2:48:17 GMT -5
"My name is Ladarius," the ram offered with the same sort of hesitancy as when he asked for the other man's name. He could interact with others fairly well, it seemed, but the actual social interaction part baffled him.
It seemed as though it might be rude to point out that the weasel suffering from boredome was hardly newsworthy. Ater all, who was he to say anything more or less? He had trouble defining wot it was that he hid from, even as he did so now. He tried to make an effort, however, choosing his words with slow, cautious care.
"I seek to escape.... time," he finally replied softly and thoughtfully. "I wish only to be free of its burden sometimes." It was difficult to see the world through a weighted gaze, but this was his burden and the wellspring of his life. He had an obligation and he would see it through.
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Post by Bee on Feb 25, 2008 17:38:19 GMT -5
Ezra might have pointed out the futility of trying to escape something so immutable and inexorable, but he decided not to. Ladarius seemed like someone who would already know.
He let a comfortable silence settle over them for a moment as he lost himself to the calm gloom. He was brought back moments later, however, by the thin cold rush of paper smacking against his legs. He looked down. A newspaper, probably discarded earlier by some thoughtless graveyard-goer. It was smudged with dirt and ripped in places. The headline on the front page caught his eye, though.
Queen Veldmair Dead.
Ezra had never paid much attention to Court happenings, but he did not often hear of deaths. He stared at it with a slight upwelling of curiosity. It was always strange to hear about the demises of important people. He wondered who would fill the power void.
"Look at this," he told Ladarius.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 12, 2008 15:22:28 GMT -5
Curiously, Ladarius moved closer to the other Card and peered curiously at the newspaper with dark purple eyes. Huh. Now that was interesting. And also a reason that Ladarius avoided all political machinations for now. Wot if his secret were to come to light in the Courts? It could be a nightmare and not something he wanted to deal with.
"I wonder who won," the ram said, suddenly curiously and a trifle worried. At least it wasn't -their- Queen who had died.
His pale ears suddenly flicked backwards uneasily as his thoughts shifted to the Queens reigning over the four Courts. He'd caught a glimpse of Queen Serafino once. A small shudder shook his hide and he wonderd if he should try to say something. But... that would be letting out his secret and he didn't dare. Could never dare. No, it was better to remain silent and leave people to live their lives in peace.
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Post by Bee on Mar 16, 2008 14:41:56 GMT -5
Court of Clubs, it said. Killed by a mouse with horns, pictured in black-and-white in the corner. Ezra had always kind of assumed that royalty just lived forever, like being titled also gifted one with immortality, and the thought of a Queen perishing...If Veldmair could die, then...so could their own Queen. Odd. Very odd.
He wondered, for the first time, what life in the Courts would be like. It was not something he had ever really considered. So much effort, to become a Jack. Even more to be a King, all that tedious ingratiating. To become a Queen was nigh on unthinkable. What did one do when they reached the top, anyway? Spend all their time trying not to get killed. Like Veldmair, who failed. Still. It must have something to offer, if so many people were so very sweet on it. So many ambitions were centered on the raising of rank.
He turned to Ladarius, who looked troubled.
He said, "Have you ever thought of it?"
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Post by seraaches on Mar 22, 2008 11:58:09 GMT -5
Ladarius gave a small gasp of surprise, "Wot? No! Never!" It was a very distinct and seemingly over-reactive answer and when the ram continued it became clear why. "I would never plot to kill The Queen! Gads, why would I do that? No, no, no!"
It was definitely not a response in keeping with the question or with the ram's normal demeanour. The Avington looked absolutely panicked and he seemed ready to turn tail and run at any second. "And you shouldn't either! It's not safe and it's not good for your health!"
The idea of killing anyone, actually, completely and totally freaked the ram out. To purposefully bring someone to their time of death?! It was unspeakably terrible and he knew that he would not be able to do something like that to anyone.
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Post by Bee on Mar 25, 2008 21:17:35 GMT -5
Ezra backed off a step and titled his head to the side curiously at Ladarius's sudden flare of passion. He had not expected an outburst. His own fault, anyway, for not being clear.
He wondered, absently, why such a generally morose and complacent-seeming creature like Ladarius would react so violently to the notion of murder, but that would probably be an invasive sort of question for two people who had just met. He filed the thought away for future consideration. Or to forget about entirely. Whichever.
"I just meant going to Court in general, actually," Ezra said. "I'm not sure how good I'd be at killing anyone." Hitman, assassin, any sort of wandering blade for hire. None had been career paths he'd really considered. He was quite confident he could kill someone in self-defense. He was not nearly so certain of an ability to kill in cold blood.
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