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Post by Plene on Feb 22, 2015 0:10:18 GMT -6
A short giggle erupted from the Mute's mouth, though it sounded more like a harsh squeak than anything resembling a soft giggle. A few others that were nearby at the time looked at her as she made the sound. it seemed now that part of her bashfulness had shown, and that bit of it made her face turn read as she looked away from Kimiko, still expecting her to read her mouth. "[No, I would WANT to clean your house if you could do that for me every day. So long as you know what you are doing when you massage.]"
The tuffle insisted on, smiling as she walked along next to the others. She had put a definite emphasis on Want by slowing down it's mouth. She remained quiet as she did while listening to the other two converse. It was amusing to her, given she seemed content with just listening to Kimiko go on about her situation. She was used to not talking anyways, given she was mute. It would be hard to interject at any time without poking one of them.
The Villa came into view before her eyes, and she took a moment to grasp the location, the setting. The young tuffle took a step back to take it in more before standing on her toes and poking Kimiko on the shoulder to get her attention.
"[Looks like a nice and cozy place to be slaved around. Not sure if your old man is going to give us some "instructions", but when can you give me that nice bath?]" She mouthed, making the quotation signs with her fingers when she got to instructions.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 22, 2015 0:51:18 GMT -6
"Well I certainly don't see any issue in giving you those things each day. In fact, it should be pretty easy to manage. The massage might be the trickiest part. Never had much time to practice things like that. But I should be able to figure it out.", Kimiko responded. It took her a little bit longer because she had to get more of a better view of Plene's face in order to better 'read' what she was trying to say. After finishing her little conversation with Plene, her attention was caught by Icarus once more. Well, he was being formal.
She didn't really think it necessary for him to act in such a manner, but she wouldn't press the issue. He felt it was needed and there wasn't a reason to cause a big scene over it. He did however bring up a good point; with the shackles still placed on him, it was difficult for him to perform any needed duty. "Right, sorry. Let's see...", Kimiko began to look through her pack. She had to have been given the key at some point. "Ah, here it is!", she retrieved the key and then unlocked the shackles that were on Icarus.
"I bet that feels better, eh? For now, let's just get you two settled in. My parents have had their fill of 'family time'. So we're free to do what we want.", the Albino Saiyan then explained. "We can get cleaned up right now, actually. I'll show you the way. We can treat Icarus' wounds as well.", she added. It was Kimiko's job right now to care for these two... Which was a rather weird concept, considering she was the youngest out of the group.
But that was how life played out sometimes. She began to lead the way to the bathroom at a calm pace. She hadn't been here in awhile, but she still remembered the layout of what was once her home. Every so often she took a glance back in order to be sure they were keeping pace with her. She was probably just being a little overprotective of them. But she didn't want to take the risk of something bad happening, either. "After we've cleaned up and get a fresh set of clothes... Would you two like something to eat?"
Kimiko inquired as she then stopped in front of what was most likely the bathroom. "Just keep in mind, I will have to try and sneak it into where we'll primarily be staying.", with that, she opened the door and allowed them to step inside first. It was just one thing at a time for now, but figuring out what they would like to eat would save some time in advance...
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Post by icarus on Feb 22, 2015 1:34:43 GMT -6
The second his wrists were freed he'd give faint smile his hands rubbing at one wrist then the other removing the damned things. Placing them at his rope belt for the moment as not to be blamed for their loss later. It felt freeing as his wrists were now free of such sore metal contraptions. His fists wringing around each spot on sore muscle clearly feeling of better spirits to have them gone. He didn't say anything from it at first. But his smile towards his master would hold for a time. To actually have them taken off so easily. It may be naive but he couldn't help but ow gratitude.
"Sincere Gratitude." He said in soft voice.
For now the shackles at his waist would also supply as makeshift weapon should need arise. You'd be surprised and just how useful such minor tool could be. His wounds to be mended as well would be nice which helped to warm his soul for the moment. Even if he had doubts on this whole charade it was nice to have some moment of calm and leisure after the day that had passed so far. The sensation as blood dried and wound cooked under hot sun wasn't exactly the most comfortable nor clean feeling one could take. The Tuffle rather desiring to become clean and presentable once more. As well as the ideal of food. He'd smirk a bit inwardly thinking if this strange saiyan not to be saiyan at all. Maybe she was the Kai guardian he'd prayed for long years before to save the boy from masters hand when he was just the smallest of lads. His chuckle quiet but reason for it keeping to himself. At least he could feel some want to protect this one. Naive as she was it was a calling his hands would more eagerly be willing to carry out. The Tuffle brethren as well at both their sides.
"I'll give you this M'lady Kimiko. You know how to make growing first impression reach unbelievable heights."
Which would only grow further still as she revealed bath to the slaves. Inside the Villa it looked like luxury untold to but a slave. The heat from hot water in the large in ground tub giving warmth over the body that made him nearly pass out from sensation alone. His body not knowing how sore and weak he'd become from passed days until heat pressed to flesh.
He'd not recall actually stepping forth into the room past the door nor disrobing his tattered cloth pants and shackles making a clank as they hit tile ground. But as foot pressed to water and ripples made he'd recall this. Sinking slowly as he'd take both feet in stepping one after the other and slowly lowering himself down to waist in water sitting on the edge sitting in bath. The water up to about his waist and stomach. With cloth in hand located in the bathing chambers he'd clean his wound wiping blood from chest knuckles and brow. Before leaning back to the wall of the bath and taking in a moment of enjoyment. He'd wrap them later if proper cloth. But the water would better clean them for now and let them breathe before sealing it.
"By the Kai's... Have I fallen dead on path and found myself in the next life...Looking from side to side for a moment as his face flushed lightly red from the heat rushing his body. "No not the after life. There is no wine or Kai's of... special kind!" Laughing out loud for a moment recalling some of the odd legends Warriors had created for those who die after a life of war and victory. One of many stories varies people told to make life easier at thoughts of a next one more forgiving. He'd also seem rather open with the ideal of bathing with company. As a slave he'd done so before quite often. Fellow slave though in such account, But the temptation of offered sensation of hot water in a bath as this was too good to pass up or be overly polite and offer refusal at first. He'd remain red in cheek scrubbing dirt and muck from toned fit body and frame. If wine and properly roasted meats were offer later he'd probably truly fall to the ideal of this being the after life. A though causing more a hearty chuckle. Clearly taken by the current moment.
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Post by Plene on Feb 22, 2015 2:53:50 GMT -6
Plene couldn't complain about any of this, really. In fact, she was really glad that this was all that was coming to be done for herself and Icarus. This is possibly the best day in her life. being picked up by an abnormally kind and caring Saiyan who wanted to comfort her. Plene kept to herself to a bit as she reminisced on that. She looked up at Atsuko, again poking at her.
"[That's all right, I would let the first few mistakes pass up. Massages are an art after all.]" She mouthed to her, that smirk of hers stretching across her face once again.
They were being introduced to the bath, and just like Icarus, she gawked at it. The whole place seemed over the top from the get go. It was unbelievable, really. For such a place, the parents must be Elite warriors. There was no head or tails about it, it seemed.
"[Shit... You could fit twelve naked women and men in there, that's nice.]"
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 22, 2015 7:22:13 GMT -6
"You like that, huh? I almost wonder why my parents bothered to set this thing up at times. They don't partake in their own 'wares'... And, well. I guess it would be handy for guests... Can't for the life of me think of a situation where all of this space would actually be needed, though.", Kimiko added her own thoughts into the mix as she stepped into the bathroom as well. She made sure to close the door behind them, of course. "Well. I'm sure you two have been waiting for a nice bath more than I have today."
With that, the Albino Saiyan began to disrobe as well. She then began to set her clothes into a neat pile, off to the side. And then she began to test the water a little. "Ahh... Perfect temperature.", after being satisfied with the test, she stepped into the water and eased herself into a sitting position. Even though she hadn't done much hard work today, it still felt amazing. There was nothing that quite worked away the stress like a good bath did. And if it felt this way for her, she could only imagine how nice it was for them.
Of course, given Icarus' reactions. She could gauge pretty well how much he liked it! She gave a laugh of her own. "No after life yet, my friend. There's still much to do. But we earn respite from our hardships. Enjoy it, you two. I mean it. I don't think life is quite worth it unless you can have a little fun.", with that, she turned focus to herself. She would see to it that she had bathed properly. And mostly left Icarus and Plene to their own devices.
She didn't want to do anything that would send the wrong message. And... Well, she was more shy than she was perhaps letting on. This was her first time sharing a bath with people that she had only recently met. It had proven to be an interesting experience so far. Although the natural camouflage that the water granted helped ease some of her concerns. That, and the water was so relaxing that she couldn't exactly bring herself to become flustered if she were to be ogled by the others in the room. She mostly operated on the assumption that there was 'nothing for them to see', either.
A lifetime of being told that you're "the ugly one" does some pretty strange things to your mindset, after all.
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Post by icarus on Feb 22, 2015 9:15:56 GMT -6
It was exceptional feeling the hot water wash down his body. Fresh scars and toned muscle it was as if he'd never bathed in a bath of such refinement. He wasn't exactly shy either when it came down to it. Free moving when he cleaned his upper body that wasn't able to submerge. Managing to keep the blood from the water however. His one focus to keep his two new found people comfortable. His eyes were used to keeping watch over should or keeping glances to what was near. Trust wasn't earned easily for him. Its husk came first had to be built. Fragile and could shatter with ease. This was partially what added a smile to his lips when he saw the mouthing Tuffle light up when entering sweet water. It was perhaps something that lifted his heart. Some part of him wished that he could believe this spirit of hers could be protected. That perhaps this smile could stay present. Although he'd never admit it it was nice seeing one of his own kind with some spark still in soul able to find light.
His wounds had stopped bleeding on the journey it seemed and blood was cleaned away. Although he didn't look as well he was sure with new wound it was reassuring to have stopped blood loss. Chuckling and raising spirits from hot water going to his head. It loosened him up even if he didn't realize it. If he did he'd surely try and retake his prior composure of slave. Even with what was said and what has passed so far. Subtle glance from master seemed to catch sight out of edge of sight. Observed carefully at first. For some reason he imagined her to be the most exaggerate like his small little slave sister.
His eyes would shift to the mute for but a moment from this. She wouldn't scream if she saw him looking since she... well couldn't. But he'd use the moment to trade glances as if to signify if she too picked up on the strange cut down of emotion. Given it wasn't exactly hard for a slave to be foreign from every small signal from body language after seeing so many go through almost every possible horror even over what short years they'd been on this planet.
He'd feel keen sense to sink his teeth on the corner of his tongue. That little voice in the back of his head saying keep silent, Keep still. Keep obedient... for that is how we keep alive. Perhaps that was what was wise. But for some reason something was churning in him. Maybe it was this strange light that seemed to shine on him and appeared to gaze on Plene as well. Why did he care for these two at all. The Kai's did have their ways of truly messing with his poor head.
Soon voice would stir loud as if to fill the room like that of a gladiator perhaps. Or the same as the showman who sold of him. Figuring the other Tuffle would follow lead in her own way after earlier signal.
"It seems we've found ourselves in our own little world in some ways. Equals of spirit and equals of heart away from the world we'd all like to reject and parts we're forced to play and when we leave those doors will likely be forced to play again." Bringing up how slave and master was all the rest of this world would understand. They were only free under Kimiko in freedom of solitude.
He couldn't help but wonder was this what it was like to be free even if he was letting his spirit get away from himself to wonder from his light head. He knew the craft of stone and wall and could easily tell this room would hold his sounds and echos. So he didn't worry. Slaves pick up plenty of tricks to survive. His arms raised from water to his sides. Out stretched far with palms up. "I know this is a dream that the outer world will force us to wake from." Hand gesturing towards Kimiko now.
"I admire such thought you have. You say you see us equal or at least not as slave. A interesting way of thinking but I wonder if it will stay with time. Or does Saiyan growth take that away in the future?" He'd say as a light remnant of past took over his head. Anger of her race but unable to be angry at her which only enraged him more. His words were odd when he spoke and a little more refined. Almost as if the man buried under the years of slavery shined out just for a moment. He'd rather not thinking rise his knees at water level. Holding out his forearm. This was time to speak if she truly didn't see herself as master. When free of prying ears. "I'll speak plain as can one in my position, Life is hard and this world only seeks to make it worse. I don't like changes that would see me end for they have lead to many a past death each time I've taken friend in arm. Usually fellow slave, So you can imagine why I'd dread lightly your ideals for should they be discovered how we plan to live it seems. It would be mine and the girls head in danger not yours." He remembered but one thing that earned his trust a couple years prior. The wound now healed as he remembered the last person he call friend and the few after. Something taught to him via a Tuffle years before. He'd make his way closer nearer the girl. This was a chance he was only gonna get once and if to see if she had hidden colors he didn't know of or if this was some game. His opposite hand reappearing revealing it had shackles in hand he had been carrying. The edges of the still had left small mark on his wrists. They were edged to leave wound to give slaves enduring pain.
He'd sit next to her as his speeches would take quick turn soon. "Some of my kind have thought we could live together if saiyans changed. Maybe other saiyans thought as you once as well. But if you desire me to even consIDER YOUR INTENT TRUE!" With a smash on the tile the old rusted shackles shatter and he held a piece of the metal that remained edged like a scrap dagger. Using all this exaggerate behavior to draw close enough for plan to take shape. As he'd seen done once in a villa past when master took to guard to die in glory. "Then show me your different... They say saiyans love the scent of Tuffle blood and see us as Vermin. My brothers and sisters have died time and time again in this belief. IF you truly see us as equals and wish me to take part in your little show. Then show me you haven't the thought of me as vermin for my blood or what I am. Show we are of same thought and equal." Wound would cut to forearm. deep enough to break the blood and small enough to hide as accidental wound. Exhales of pain as he did so. To not rouse questions the wounds were size just enough to easily cover. With this he'd offer the object to her. In open palm as if giving gift. He looked angry for some reason this whole affair was too much to take in and he wasn't going to be fucked with. She offered freedom with her so for this she saw the man long since enslaved push forth for but these few moments. "Understand you offer even the slightest form of freedom or acceptance. An if you have any means to take it away or hold false in words I ask you take this and drive it deep into my heart or join wound similar to mine and show me you are of sound mind and blood sister. Otherwise we have no reason to continue charade. For to offer such a gift and have no seriousness of what may come from it or not pure intent to aid us in keeping it would make you worse then your father and King Vegeta passed himself. So a Tuffle offers weapon? Do you stand conqueror or share blood and stand as if sister?" Harsh words but so was years of being enslaved festering up in this burst of joy and sorrow. Anger boiling underneath and bursting like that of a hundred geysers. It was as if he was clear as well. Clarity or perhaps it was the feeling that death could easily come close.
This wasn't a game to him and he couldn't stand how light these two seemed to be for in his mind it was easy to see it all taken back. Kimiko to reveal or grow into saiyan like others of her kind even with supposed defect. Or to see Plene befall fates he'd seen others of his kind fall to who were maids in houses to be toys of master and wife. He saw chance and took it, Perhaps revealing himself able to make quick weapon from shackle. Not the only chance he may of considered taking. Although the idea of running sounded more tiring then facing this girl. He expected fear from her perhaps. Or for her to not understand in the least. Same for the small one as naive as she too seemed to be. He didn't expect them to understand or ever too. It would be blessing if they could never understand and be able to be happy till the end of their days. But that truly was a dream world to think of.
This wasn't what would set them as permanent allies but foundation. He wondered if she'd even understand why he'd suddenly be thrown into such a frenzy. She was different that was alright... So maybe he just had to know if it was true or not. Unwilling to play the games saiyans played with him for years anymore. He wanted to feel like his body was his own or that it belonged to others. But there could be no in between. He didn't ask to be bought. So if she wanted this she'd have to be upfront and true with what idol talks had started.
"Pending your answer, Will pend whether one day in future you discover why I must do this so quickly and so soon." As if saying he had a story to tell. But would it matter to tell when right was earned in time or not.
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Post by Plene on Feb 22, 2015 19:46:46 GMT -6
Plene looked down at the water at her knees, blinking as she first dipped a toe in to check the waters. She had never had a steaming bath like this, no. Colabar made sure of that. Kept her clean enough to look pretty, but never enough to enjoy the feeling of it. her dress wasn't exactly made for water. She looked at the others before beginning to wriggle out of the thing, showing plain black bra and panties as well as a stomach and upper chest riddled with scars.
Slowly, she started to sit into the water, following in suit with the blonde saiyan. There another short squeak of pleasure shot from her mouth before she could contain it. Not that she felt like doing so anyways, as she untied her hair and let it fall into the water as well. She closed her eyes for a moment to let the feeling soak in before coming to sit next to the Saiyan. Not too close, but just enough to easily communicate with her via mouthing words.
"[Love it here already. I get to look good, clean good, feel good, and look at people naked at the same time.]" She looked at Icarus, then back at Kimiko. She was far from being shy about things, and was perhaps a little into getting into personal things.
"[So, you don't have company in here often?]" She asked, smiling at bit at the saiyan.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 22, 2015 20:55:03 GMT -6
Kimiko's attention had once again been caught by Icarus. He first went over the concerns of having to fall into roles outside of this room, or privacy. "Only as an act. If we make our feelings and intents plain, we all share execution. Is it not better to feign slavery in passing moments, but live freely?", the Albino Saiyan poised to the Tuffle. However he didn't seemed to be stopped nor slowed by such a question. In fact, it seemed that this was a time for him to speak his mind freely. The Albino Saiyan fell silent, allowing him to speak his mind.
That was when he began to draw closer, and his tone became more harsh. In his mind, there was only one way all of this could happen. Even if she were to be spared, Icarus and Plene would not be given such a luxury. There was a variety of things that the Saiyan had to say in response to this. But she continued to hold her tongue. She would hear him out, perhaps he had point to all of this. He sat next to her, and that was when his speech took a sudden, unexpected turn.
It was then that she noticed he was still holding the shackles that she had removed previously. His words then turn to shout as he smashed the shackles on the tile. Prompting Kimiko to flinch, she stood as quick as she could muster. She felt her life was in danger, she did hear stories of how Tuffles would react violently towards their Masters when given the chance, a thought that never particularly crossed her mind, but it seemed like it was about to happen to her right now. She was no trained fighter, taking stance that allowed more for fleeing rather than direct combat.
She wouldn't simply roll over and die, but she felt that if she were to face Icarus in combat, she would be defeated. Especially given his weapon. However instead of the attack she was expecting to happen, he continued his speech, placing injury upon himself with the shackles, and then offering the makeshift weapon to her. The Saiyan finally began to ease from her stance, now she had fallen completely silent. To say that she was a little angry would be putting it lightly. All of this dramatic show, it was an unnecessary risk, she felt.
She reached forth to grasp the shackles, and then picked them up. She looked to them for a moment. "You wish me to cause injury that is skin deep. What would it prove, then, if there were no such scars to show such bond that you speak of? You ask of me to give proof you can trust me. That much I can understand.", the Saiyan then glanced to the shackles once more, tossing them out of the bath. "Don't perform such an action again. I thought my life was in danger. And if any others were to see it, they would think the same."
The Saiyan stared down at the Tuffle. "Do not look to me as conqueror. It was not I that led the Saiyans against Tuffles. It was not I that put forth laws to enslave other races. You know my story, and still think it charade. Your lives are not in danger so long as I draw breath. I care not for who threatens you, be it my Father or the King himself. I would face them in battle, even if it assured my destruction. That would be your proof."
Kimiko then turned from Icarus. Right now, she wanted more pleasant company, making her way over to Plene. But first, she had one more thing to say to the Tuffle... "...If I know my Father, which I do, in fact. He will try to threaten one or perhaps even both of you soon. And you will have the proof you so desire then.", the Albino Saiyan said with a glance back to the Tuffle. And then turned her attention to Plene. Sitting next to her, Kimiko had been more than just a little shaken up from all of that.
Plene offered jest to help ease the tension. Causing the Saiyan to blush a bit in response, making attempts to cover herself. "N-... No, this is the first time, actually... And I'm glad that you're enjoying the time here.", the Saiyan felt like averting her gaze out of embarrassment, although that would make communication between the two a difficult task indeed. It was interesting to see just how much of a change it was. Only a few seconds ago, she seemed strong-willed. Ready to prove herself through true test.
And now she was flustered. It began to put in a sense of reality, perhaps. She was a living, breathing person. She wasn't just putting up a charade. She had faced her own hardships, in fact that seemed to be all that she knew. To such a point that even a jest would cause such a reaction out of her spoke much about her character. "Y-... You don't have to lie. I've heard quite a bit about how I'm not very attractive... There's really not a lot to see, is there?", the Saiyan inquired to Plene, mostly out of surprise rather than flat out disbelief.
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Post by icarus on Feb 23, 2015 1:32:06 GMT -6
Interesting points she made although he didn't seem to favor them. Letting moment come to pass as she shared her own personal word. His nose curled in anger for but a moment. At this confusing sensation but quickly passed. He should have known himself fool to act such ways among other reasons. He'd pause for a moment looking to his arm and other wound that would leave scars if not bandaged. An in doing so decided to care not as suddenly he went silent. "I suppose you are right. Forgive me master Kimiko. I will try and not displease my lord again in such ways. It will not happen again." Or at least he said so now with belief in his voice. But the future was forever hidden to us till revealed.
His eyes closed with the fire in them and he released three deep breaths humming something to himself. After shed taken to other side of bath. When he opened them again the fire in eye was gone once more and he lowered himself into bath full now. Off the ledge and onto knees at the base the water coming up to shoulders. As a slave would in the company of a master in such decor as they were. To stand lower and where to be summoned appropriately if needed in water. A red crimson pool around him lightly in water. Although it didn't seem to bother him greatly. In his little deep breath focus the pain was what he'd focus towards. There was nothing that could clarify the mind more then such things. Even in the greatest times of woe and emptiness. The pain let us know we still lived after all.
He'd play his role then when father made show if he did. OR gave the girl as she wished in rule. Best action decided in his head to simply not anger either of them. There were ways to handle it as he remained seated carefully taking in thought in deep reflection. The look of a man lost in his own head for the moment taken on his face. Only seeming to break unnoticeable pose in water when his hands reaching around to the hard to reach points on his back as best could to remove some of the sandy filth carried by the winds of Vegeta and falls in rough travels to this town from where he was stored the night before sale.
His head would go under for but a moment as well throwing it back up to dig sand from hair as well. Looking for solace in the waters purifying as they were.
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Post by Plene on Feb 23, 2015 5:31:47 GMT -6
Plene watched as the Blondie finally showed some sort of humorous reaction. While not as satisfying as seeing someone tear their hair out over what she signs to them, it was something she could get behind. The tuffle smiled at her, flicking her eyelids almost innocently. Plene waited for the girl to turn back around and ask her question before trying to communicate. Lest it be unseen because she wasn't paying attention tot he tuffle.
"[You, unattractive? Never understood Saiyans and their kinks, I mean honestly. You have a face that should be on a statue, and well. I can't see to well in this water. But I think I saw enough skin to say you aren't ugly. Would take you to bed three times over most of your kind.]" She was rather blunt with her answer, mouthing as she slowly sank a little more into the water. She seemed to have little shame for anything she had said.
Her amethyst eye trailed on over to Icarus who was on his usual insecure trip. It was already becoming annoying, and they haven't known each other for thirty minutes. To try and get his attention, Plene tried splashing water onto him as he would attempt to come back up for air.
"[I'm not sure where you got your first impressions from, but Sweet Tart here never looked like the dominating type from the get go. Come on, be a little more perspective Einstein.]"
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 23, 2015 8:58:44 GMT -6
The more Plene went on about how attractive Kimiko was to her, the more the Saiyan began to blush in response. The Tuffle didn't just find a weak point. She found THE weak point. "J-... Jeez... Honestly. If you're just saying that to mess with me or... Or make me look on you favorably it's... Well, I guess it's kinda nice to hear that sort of thing... J-... Just don't say it if you don't actually mean it, alright?", the Saiyan finally managed to stammer out. The focus once again returned to Icarus. Prompting her to look over at him.
She let out a small sigh. "I'm not trying to be mean, you know... But I've heard more than a few stories about... Well... Attacks. I wasn't sure what was going to happen because I just met you. You don't need to be formal with me... You're not my servant nor slave. Neither of you have to be that. Not for real. And when I deal with my Father. That's when you two can know true freedom.", the Albino Saiyan commented. She knew that justifications didn't exactly matter much at the moment.
Perhaps it was merely attempt to comfort him. There was certainly enough reason for Icarus to be suspicious. Though the Saiyan had hoped that neither of them would look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe she didn't understand the perspective of a Slave as well as she thought, but then... Plene certainly didn't seem to mind. Hell, she seemed to be living it up right now. So what, then, happened to Icarus? The Albino Saiyan was curious of that. Though she definitely didn't want to pry into his business. Whatever it was, it made him a very... Not quite unstable man, unpredictable, perhaps.
She had come to the conclusion that if he wished to share any details, it would be of his own accord. Once again she thought to walk the line that wasn't quite so intimidating. Kimiko turned her gaze back to Plene, she felt a little reassured that at least one person realized that she wasn't lying about all of this... Although, now whenever she faced Plene she couldn't help but think of what she'd gone and said... The Tuffle was willing to bed her three times over, in comparison to any of her species? And her face should be on a statue?
Those were bold claims. Kimiko could safely say she never thought she would hear them used to describe herself.
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Post by icarus on Feb 23, 2015 9:48:58 GMT -6
Calm rushed over him as he lifted from water surface body coming out with ripples. It was calm as found a solitude for a moment quickly broken however. His eyes head jolting to side a bit surprised by this blinking rapidly realizing who had done the act. The little sharp tongue. He grumbled lightly trying to look angered but if one could recognize the looks as the corner of lips wrinkled he was trying very hard not to let on the want to smile was strong in him at the moment.
He'd go to breaking words to hid the smile with speech when he'd speak thinking of point as to not appear lesser or the fool of joke.
"Girl splashes water buts sinks so well into the water of hiding or perhaps as small as our kind are naturally good at hiding. You know now that I think of it I believe you heard my name but you and Master were introduced before I came into picture before I was introduced."
He'd chuckle after these words before responding with more words as if thinking of something he found humorous to himself.
"Watchful eyes easily hidden and makes nary but a squeak in sound. Aye since I've yet been privy to learn your name from hence forth I shall call you Mouse."
His words ending in a completely serious tone. His eyes shifting to the Master shortly after as she spoke to make clear once more on standing. Not servant or slave unless onlookers were watching it seemed. Perhaps he was a fool he thought for needing it repeated so often but he had his own reasons for holding formality and his ways.
"True freedom? My girl even if the skies parted and Kai's smite all the slave owners of Vegeta from this planet freedom would still likely be just a dream for most of us. Deal with this father? Such a man I'd likely have trouble seeing dealt with Master Kimiko. As well as besides certainly you must realize if you father was gone from this world even. There'd still be a a great many who could pose greater threat. I mean freedom is a odd ideal anyway considering was it not for a short time your own race was slaves in a manner to the Grand Lord Frieza? You all won your freedom against him at the loss of king who now resides warrior for great pride now doubt as meat roasts from bone in the bowels of hell."
He'd sigh shaking his back and forth for a moment dunking under again before lifting once more clearing his senses to keep from losing words and control he had on them once more.
"We could argue on this for days and you may have to repeat to me of us being not slaves nor servant day in and day out but it would take something far greater then words for me to believe it. I appreciate how you treat us but I'm sorry if I can't put such stock in words. Perhaps after I've come to understand better the woman who wields them. I'll reconsider this position of opinion. But for now I am what I am crafted by Saiyan hand. Heh, We can't return a positive squeak like your dear mouse."
Smiling and remaining seated where he was set in stone in the idea he wasn't going to let the Master Kimiko pull him into a dream until he believed it more then just that, a dream. Nor would he fall pray and be easily flustered by Mouse as master seemed to be. Or would it be misunderstood. He could never tell with these two. He'd think as he returned to grooming himself hoping to look proper even if he hadn't any proper clothing he could at least keep body clean and preserved.
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Post by Plene on Feb 23, 2015 15:04:01 GMT -6
Plene glanced back up to Kimiko from Icarus, and she shrugged at the strange accusations thrown at her. She sunk down o the point of her chin touching water, taking in a deep breath of the warm water before attempting to retort against the blonde saiyan. "["I rarely lie, if ever. Take it as you will as long as I get my baths, food, and massages. Sarcasm might be lost on you due to my lack of voice, but that's all ways for a joke. Nothing more."]"
["And Einstein, I'd like to ask something."] She faced the other tuffle again, mouthing slower due to the distance set between them. ["The fuck is a mouse? It sounds cute and fluffy. So thank you."] How she managed to put that together isn't clear. There seems to not be more than a smile on her face as she rose back up from the water so they could both get a better look at her words. While the topic of freedom was nice and she definitely liked freedom...
["Sweet tart, I think Einstein here has a point. True freedom is not a reality, as there are many who would like to take from the weak. So long as there is that kind of intelligent life anywhere, freedom will not be free. You seem a little too ambitious with what you are saying about your father. He seems borderline High class Elite Saiyan to me, given his stature and wealth he seems to have."] She paused for a moment before turning around fully to Kimiko.
["There are other slaves present around here, yes?"]
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 23, 2015 20:06:01 GMT -6
Kimiko then smiled. "But you prove my point without even realizing it. The Saiyans earned their freedom from the Planet Trade Organization. A feat that everyone thought impossible. Did it come without costs? Of course not. It would be foolish to think that anything on such a scale could be accomplished without some sort of cost. So I ask you once again; what is so unrealistic about freedom? You haven't given up entirely on hope, have you?", the Saiyan poised to Icarus mainly. And then she turned her attention to Plene, in order to speak with her properly.
"Of course, freedom is not free. But it is something worth fighting for. You've had a taste of it now. Would you be content to just... Go back to the way it all was? It's something worth fighting for. Even you two have to realize that. We don't need strength to win. We're better than that. Otherwise we wouldn't have gotten this far for this long... As for my Father, don't worry about him. I'm already thinking up plans to deal with him.", the Saiyan finished. And then Plene asked if there were other slaves here.
That prompted the Albino Saiyan to give a nod in response. "Several. And because my Father wants me to learn the business, I know how they are contained. My knowledge is technically only supposed to extend to how to 'care' for Slaves. But I've been picking up extra things... Like guard shifts.", she replied. "I don't intend to deal with my Father, much less anyone that's more powerful than him with my own strength. Even I can't deny that would be foolish. But there's more than one way that you can achieve such a victory."
With that, Kimiko began to relax a bit into the water. Even if no one believed her, she wasn't going to let herself be stopped. To her, there wasn't much to be lost. Her life? Already being taken from her, whatever ideals and opinions she held would be cast aside in order to become a 'True Saiyan'. If she didn't die in the process of becoming one. She wasn't just going to roll over and let this happen. She would become 'something more' on her own terms. And all she needed to pull it off was just a few helping hands.
Her plans would start with two. And they would grow to involve more. She had time, and they didn't need to believe her. They just needed to act when it would count. Then they would have all the proof they needed.
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Post by icarus on Feb 24, 2015 7:18:28 GMT -6
He couldn't help but laugh out lightly at the girls words. He found himself growing fond already of the voiceless Tuffles way of expressing things. He couldn't help wonder if she'd never seen the fat furry creatures that at times took into crops in the wastes of Vegeta. But if she was a inner slave of households she may have no seen such creatures. He'd smirk and speak softly and calmly to the girl while giving light glance in her direction.
"Should we soon find yourself with chance to visit the wilds for one reason or another... I'll catch you one. You can judge if it as cute as it sounds Mouse. Perhaps it will have you squeaking with joy." A smile creeping up the side of his face.
But master had words still, she had seemed to have some strong beliefs held tightly to breast and heart. Slaves and guard shifts as well as the girls parents the father clearly the alpha of family. A bold girl who whispered words like puzzle pieces that if put together made a very dangerous picture. It made him think on memory and past whispers. Freedom much as something to yearn for was also a sickness. Many would be damned for it trying to earn it. In some ways perhaps it was a less developed sickness in him since from the day pulled from womb he was as slave.
"I don't know how to answer if I've given up on the hope or not. I was born to this and there hasn't been a day I've lived where I haven't known master. Sure I've had some moments where emotions got best of me but perhaps after a life of seeing so many things similar to these ideas come to fail for others. I find it hard to think this could be different. As well as I can't help but wonder how well you comprehend your own words. Plans to deal with your father would likely mean putting a permanent solution in practice. To guards as well if needed and to keep watchful eyes on freed slaves who may easily chase word back to you if captured again. If I'm following dreams right that is in my speculation. Would you really be alright possibly putting a end to people from your household. Or does you heart hold no love for anyone under these walls besides slave and the lesser folk."
A question that he desired to know greatly even if he kept to a calm tone serious but calm. How she would in theory deal with her parents had him wondering as once choice was made it couldn't be undone. He wondered often about such things and what it'd be like to even be in position to make choice involving ones parental figures. Some part of him may have envied her in the fact of at least knowing her parents. Even if she hated them so.
"Where are the other slaved held? What conditions do they have?" Curious on how his brethren lived under this roof. Feeling perhaps a slight guilt eat into his heart. He hoped such a villa at least had warm stable of some kind or cells in a decently lit cellar. He didn't favor well the idea of bathing in soothing waters scented as divines or soon feasting on good foods of a saiyan slaver. His back leaning to the wall of the bath stretching his arms to either side to hold position as he'd take in heavy breath. His hand lightly caressing his chest wound now and again. The sting lightly bothering him but waiting on it to pass. It was of no importance to bring notice to wound to others attention. "As well as where shall you store me and mouse?"
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Post by Plene on Feb 24, 2015 17:04:50 GMT -6
Plene smirked at the response received from Icarus. Given that she has never been outside much, she wouldn't quite understand a lot of animals outside of what you'd find fairly close to the place she was raised as a maid. Old Colabar never took her anywhere outside the place. ["Maybe I will, Einstein. I always liked a good surprise. Don't expect to not get a bit of a slap across the faceif the mouse turns to be the most horrendous being on this planet."]
["You kidding me? This is the best treatment I've gotten in sixteen years. Let the old soldier piss off to that shorty king. Of course I wouldn't go back to that. You'd have to be senile."] She leaned back in her comfy seat, staring up at Atsuko. ["I suppose you have some point though. You're pretty sharp for a Saiyan. If you know a lot about the hired guards and the location of my people... Hmm, I'd want more security than that. Call me a coward all you want. I know that these monkeys would probably shrug off most we throw at them. I'd rather not get caught in a failed attack, beat up, and sexually abused right there."]
She audibly sighed, sounding rasp and crude from the lack of vocal ability. ["You better have the best fucking plan to ever reach across my ears. Otherwise I'll just call you a raving lunatic, Sweet Tart.
She eyed the other tuffle, crossing her arms at the thought of being 'stored'. She didn't find his vocabulary very attractive at all. She stared at him with a constant and subtle frown.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 24, 2015 21:59:14 GMT -6
"You know my story, Icarus. And yet you ask if I hold for any love for the people that would see me shipped away from home to work in a Factory. Those same people that would also have seen me dead if not for circumstances... The very same people, who continue to judge me as defective to this day?", Kimiko was asking rhetorical questions, of course. But she continued on. "The same people that dragged me back here as a last resort to 'save the family business', despite it not being in the interest of what I want?"
The Albino Saiyan smirked a little. "I hold no love for my Father, nor the majority of my Race. Would I commit genocide to them? Of course not. But speaking frankly, my life is over before it even begins... And I'm not just going to roll over and lie as that happens. I have my own reasons for wanting this, just as I know that you two do, and as does every other Slave that's trapped under the Saiyans' whims. Maybe you are content to live in constant oppression. In my case? I'm not. Believe what you will. If you still deny what's in front of you, then I shall save my breath."
With that, she turned her attention to the next subject. "I'm going to allow you two to stay in my room. There isn't many options otherwise.", Kimiko replied. And then she touched onto the last subject that Icarus brought up. "As for the other Slaves... The same conditions as is expected for most Slaves. I'm not just fighting for my own freedom, I'm fighting for yours, and theirs. We all gain something out of this. Aside from it just being morally acceptable to me."
With that, the Albino Saiyan turned her attention to Plene. "What if I told you I know when most of the Guards sleep. And I know what can be used to drug them. I also know how to give message to the Slaves to prep them for their release, and how to shut down the power, releasing them from their cells. There will undoubtedly be conflict and loss of life. But I can make it minimal, if not on both sides, then on ours. After that, the greatest issue is my Father... Just leave him to me."
Kimiko then smiled. "We can take the Villa in secret. Even if Saiyans do come by to check up on things, we'd only need to put on a simple charade in order to convince them that everything is under control. I've thought very hard about all of this. Information has been handed to me, and in other cases I've found it myself. We're not going to initiate this yet. We need a little time to train. That's my next focus. I need to find someone who is willing to train anyone."
With that, Kimiko fell silent, waiting for their reactions.
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Post by icarus on Feb 25, 2015 0:25:43 GMT -6
He'd snicker at the small girls words feeling himself grow lightly tired from the heated waters. Soon desiring to be rid of them before perhaps urge to sleep might take him. Smiling lightly and facing towards enjoying her response. The little mouse proved quite entertaining. "Oh don't worry mouse. I will catch you the finest one when chance presents itself. That I promise little mouse."
He didn't have anything to add to Kimiko's words in her speech. They each held opinion and he needed to see more before passing judgement. Throwing more words at the young saiyan would prove nothing and likely change little. For now he'd bite tongue and accept her opinion for how she felt. Although one thing he did think of was the idea it proposed. Even if unlikely the idea of falling saiyan soldiers was a nice dream. Some just reward for fallen comrades of the past. Ancestors of old and slaves from recent generation.
However for what came after he looked towards the girl. A bit of ideas and inklings scratching at the back of his mind. Like little thoughts dormant scratching away at his way of thinking. "Proper drugs, And poison would be needed. They'd neen to be more then drugged. Bodies disposed in such path. Or poison is more dangerous... Sleep aids could prove more easily found." He'd look down at his empty palm that would rise from the water for a moment drips falling back to the waters surfaces from his finger spaces as water spilled from palm. "Sleep aids and a hand with dagger willing to use it." Speaking of permanent solutions. It was better to have a ghost to haunt you of enemies past then a warm body that could give mortal wound. Judging from his implications it was clear he preferred a route that would see guard permanently removed just as this father Kimiko seemed to distaste. It wasn't often master that sullied hand with slave though. His thought was to other slaves and putting down those who'd lay hand to them. He didn't see the small girl doing such acts and Kimiko seemed a good soul. He saw himself as slave even if he was 'free' by her word. "If you have such plan whether by free or as my seeing it as duty as slave. Know I've had some practice at special orders. If you need a hand to keep yours more pure know my hands are lightly stand stained already. It might be a kind to try and keep pure hands clean for as long as possible." Hoping she'd understand. Clearly these ideas were gonna continue and he might as well put some of himself forward. He sounded like he desired it as well. Wanted such a position but it may have come from a place that had him seeing himself as lowly being or underling slave. Either way he also didn't want to see the effects such horrid acts could change the young Tuffle or young Saiyan. Hopefully he wouldn't fall short in her needs in such affairs.
He didn't seem to mind the idea of staying close to his master. It was a built in ideal at this point to protect master. A instinct from his years of service. If not for her speaking of such ideas he'd likely have never even let his mind wonder as much as it had so far. He was slave inside whether he realized it or not. But when master wished him free it gave conflict to old thoughts and feeling.
"Might we visit the issue of new clothes as well soon? If possible? And... I have a possible favor. Since you know so much around here with your returned watchful eye." He'd say not desiring to return to the outside in rags. He wanted something to at least cover all his body. And as for request he wasn't sure how to approach it so he merely spoke quietly his eyes looking down to the water rather then at either of them. He had his own reasons for asking. "I'd like to see the others, Your families slaves. When night falls if possible I'd like to see them... A few moments alone with them." He'd grumble a bit as if about to say more but close his mouth promptly. He didn't have the spirit as the girl when dealing with saiyan. He couldn't find himself able to ask for luxuries for himself. It was a idea to be privy to such things. He imagined having proper tools and old tech at his hands. Find clothes of white like the minds that the elder slaves spoke of before the saiyans won. He knew to tinker with tech but didn't show such things openly. Otherwise he could be taken as many were. But such a thing fought against him in thought. His emotions throwing him around often as he tried to pin it down and lock it deep inside. This woman was either a hope for his future or a poison that would see him fall. "You have my hands for now. I still have my own thoughts however on it all"
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Post by Plene on Feb 25, 2015 17:05:14 GMT -6
The tuffle nodded to the other with affirmation. She actually wanted to see the thing, even if it was ugly. Perhaps it was just a general curiosity sparked within her. She really didn't get out all too often after all. Again she leaned back in her place, laying her head back in the water. She sat there and listened, lightly splashing the water around herself. She was nearly waving the water to Kimiko, but cut short on purpose to keep from splashing in her face.
["It better be cute, Einstein."]
She warned him once before turning her mouthed words right onto Kimiko.
["Killing people, huh? I'm not quite onto that boat I'm afraid. I don't care for the monkeys' lives over the fact I cannot taunt them when they are dead. It's not fun, and it's rather deviant of us. I'd rather not become like one of them."] She was being frank with her position, eyes shooting between Icarus and Kimiko respectively as she mouthed. She had a slightly distressed expression across her face. As silly as it sounded, she did seem a bit conflicted with having deaths.
["Oh, Sweet Tart. Do you have any clothes for me?"] Her face lightened up noticeably as she straightened on up and looked at her endearingly. With a smile to boot, she scooted closer to her as she asked the question.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 25, 2015 23:43:38 GMT -6
Kimiko took in the concerns that they had with such a plan. Particularly, Plene had something that the Saiyan wanted to go over. "I know what you mean... We shouldn't have to kill them unless it's necessary. I can adjust the plans, we can initiate the plan without the Slaves. But things will get a lot more intense, it will be just us. So let's make sure we're ready before we even think about trying it... The definitive upsides of course, there won't be any bloodshed that way, we can contain all of the Saiyans and then we can help the Slaves."
Once the Albino Saiyan responded to Plene, the topic of clothing had come up. "Yes, I'll see to it that you two get some new clothes, too. It won't be able to get anything too special, I'm not as respected as my Father, after all.", With that, Kimiko turned her attention to Icarus. "You want to see the others? Hmm... I suppose I could get you in there. But you'll have to accompany me, and we'll have plenty of Guards watching us. It's the best I can offer, unfortunately.", the Saiyan replied.
... Of course, as she was in the middle of that response, Plene had taken the time to scoot closer and ask her question about clothes as well. Prompting the Albino Saiyan to blush in response. "U-... Umm, yes. I should be able to find something nice for you to wear. Do you have any specific tastes in clothing?", it might have been a bit silly to ask such a question, given that most likely their primary concern was to be properly clothed rather than make any sort of fashion statement... Still, the Saiyan wanted to give them something that they'd like to wear.
She needed to remind herself about a lot of things that needed to be done. She was their sole source of supplies, and if they wanted something beyond that, they needed her help to do it. It began to sink in just how much responsibility this all was... But, she wasn't going to falter from it, either. This would be a test of her leadership abilities. Even if she didn't really intend on giving them commands. It did sort of fall to her to keep the group together and alive.
She was going to do exactly that.
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