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Post by icarus on Feb 26, 2015 4:58:19 GMT -6
Neither of them were keen on the idea of taking lives but wanted to do what would easily be consider betraying the crown. Plus the idea of granting kindness in act of take over seemed odd to him. His head slowly turning and his face lifting to face more directly. "No bloodshed seems unlikely. Some of these guards may have earned death easily pending how they treat your parents slaves. I think their lives should be put into the hands of those they harm on a daily basis. Keeping live men in cages at least more then we need seems dangerous to me. A ghost won't harm you as a living body can." In a round about way saying he'd prefer to see them dead. He had no love for them and deeper still had a fire in his belly that seemed to kindly more and more relighting as these people concerted in ideas.
He didn't seem pleased with the idea of letting such men walk away. Would such acts add to similarity to them in some ways, Perhaps. But he and many others were already as festering wounds results of the war years prior. He was already a low creature with dirty hands. Why not spill the blood of those who would be pleased to create more slaves like him as the years turn by. "If chance came to pass many I would see fall to blade. Taking hostages is not the best course for slaves. It leaves tongues that may still waggle and eyes that have seen faces. I am heavily apposed to certain special targets living if such plan should come to pass as well. There are some risks one cannot let befall ones master, Even if they themselves do not realize it." Trying to pick his words carefully in his implications. He watched the two as well now and again when they seemed to get along so well. A smile a little more genuine then his others appearing from time to time fading as fast as they'd appear. It lifted heart to see a young saiyan be so towards a young Tuffle. He'd never admit it openly but it was something rare in sight and he couldn't help but see it as special. Two things that needed protecting... With such ambition perhaps even at times some from themselves.
"As for your other slaves, I need only see faces. Preferably those if any a little perhaps double or so my own age. Normally I'd be among them so this wouldn't need to be a request. I hope it doesn't make too much a inconvenience as it sounds to be Master Kimiko." He cleared his throat looking a bit flustered after bringing it up again. He didn't seem to keen to explaining himself merely that he wanted it to be allowed. He had his own reasons for needing to see them. The scent of hot water was getting to him more and more making him feel anxious. He always had a bit more of a spur that burned under his skin for some reason at such scents. He occasionally took his eyes to the door as if watching for something then back to his comrades keeping himself at the other end of the tube between his... companions and the door.
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Post by Plene on Feb 26, 2015 8:37:34 GMT -6
Plene took a moment to ponder on the thought of clothing. It soon occurred to her that she really never had a favorite type of anything she wore. So long as it was clean and not absolutely tacky, it would work for her. She nodded as she began mouthing again. ["Well sweet tart, so long as it's clean and makes me look good, I'm not particularly picky otherwise. It's up to you what I wear too, because I have no clue what you do have."] She eyed the girl's reddening face with a certain degree of satisfaction, mistaking it for embarrassment.
["I understand that, Icarus. But get your head out of your ass for a moment. You think vengeance is going to go well in the long term? It will not, you'll just be on their level of brutality. This is not just a power struggle. Do with it however you want, the saiyans will become more and more willing to kick all of our asses to the curb again if we kill a majority of them we cross.]" She seemed to become really confrontational about it, crossing her arms and harshening her brows down into a frown.
["I need to teach you both how to read sign language. This is getting tiresome, using my mouth for nothing."]
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 26, 2015 11:18:05 GMT -6
Kimiko smiles at Plene once more. "Heh... Alright, we can look through clothing options together, then. I'd rather not put you into something you wouldn't be entirely comfortable with wearing.", the Albino Saiyan responded, and then Icarus chimed in once more. She was trying to be patient. Although she didn't exactly like what she was hearing, either. Once he had finished his points, she then decided to respond fully. There was at least a mutual respect in these discussions. They allowed each other to finish, and then listened entirely to what they had to say. It kept things from becoming heated.
"I understand the point you wish to make... But I have a specific way I want to do this. This way, none of the Slaves have to be hurt. And we can keep the Saiyans contained. Acts of mercy will benefit us in the long run... Besides that, are you willing to become like them? Are you willing to turn other Slaves like that as well?", the Saiyan stated, she wasn't trying to be harsh, but it needed to be said. "What if you decide this is how you'd like to do things and set out to do just that..."
She began, and then continued. "And in doing so, even if it was not your intention, it undermines what the movement was about? There is consequence for every action. I don't expect the Slaves to like the decision to spare the Saiyans. But I think it a mercy compared to what they would become if they indulged in those feelings and let it control them.", she paused for a moment. "And this is coming from a Saiyan. I know how easy it would be to just give in to my base feelings."
The Albino Saiyan felt a little more tense than she perhaps needed to be. "It would solve many problems if I were to become like other Saiyans.... But I don't want that. I've seen what it does, it is not a future I desire. It's not one that you should want, either. I'm not trying to spout an idealized fantasy where no one has to die. I know what all of this entails... But we should avoid slaughter where it is not necessary. Can you respect such a line of thinking, Icarus?"
Then it was time to address the request he made. "It is not inconvenient. We merely must exercise caution in such an act.", with that, the Saiyan looked back to Plene as she went over the language barrier that was currently between them. "Yeah... It's a little difficult to hold conversation this way. I'm having to guess on some of the things you're saying. We should work on that in our spare time."
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Post by icarus on Feb 26, 2015 12:13:20 GMT -6
He took to Kimiko's words first at the consideration of hostage taking in how seriously she must have felt. The frown on his face melting away with a sigh as he let her finish entirely before parting his lips and breaking words. Although he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about such things. Death seemed needed to him to a point. He didn't know about true meaning of a movement or becoming like his foe. He was already a stained thing scorned by this world. But at least he could to a point understand some of the girls words. His arms cross for a moment as he though on this.
"There are some things we may never agree fully on in this regard. I'm sorry but too many things have come to pass for me to fully give feelings of forgiveness or thoughts of reprieve to those who put hand over slave of my kind. Or order acts done as I have done in the past. I'm not so pure myself even if I was ordered to do things I still did them so its my responsibility to take the burden of it. By masters word or not when my hands do something its still my doing. I'm having allot of trouble conceiving some of these ideas you bring up. You bring up freedom and movements but before this morning I have been slave since I was born... I wish I could more easily agree but freedom is foreign a word to my mind. I wish I could tell you I don't wish their deaths as well or even more so that I don't wish kill them with my pwn hands. But that would be a lie and I'd prefer to be honest with you. Perhaps I really am nothing but a festering wound left from what the saiyans have done to my people." His mood lightly broken clearly by this wave of change and ideas that they'd had brought to them since they were purchased. It was weighing on him as his frown and saddened facial expression broke through more and more past his serious tone and stance. His world was getting turned upside down. Not only that possible revenge he'd dreamed of could be lightly dampened by a greater good. The idea of being stronger when urge has been strong for so many years was a hard thing to conceive.
"I'm not trying to look like a beast to you or speak as one of them would. I can respect the way you think Master but you have to understand this isn't something easy to take in for one like me. You don't know what I've had to do because of these creatures. If I am such creature it is by their molding." He didn't want to think of it anymore of being like them. Or all of that he wanted it to be behind him for now. Time to relax was time to recollect on old memories which turned dark fast in ones own head. He'd let himself go deep under the water letting body sink in up to his shoulders. "Your words easily split head in two. I find it hard to keep myself in one mind in such consideration. Perhaps one day I can explain to you why this is so hard to better help you understand my Master. But my stories aren't fairy tales. This way of thinking and movement you speak of... It will take time for me to understand. If you wish me to understand as well. I just ask you to try and understand my end as well. We aren't just freeing Tuffles you know. I'm not sure what you'd call the ones like me." Like many slaves as strong a face he had earlier he wasn't whole. He was a broken fragment of the men he should have been. The man he was born to be was likely never to come to light killed from a world that had taken that away from him. Even his very name was master given. The fact he was now seemingly lowering himself his words growing a bit slowly and seeming more heavy in emotion even if he was trying to fight such reaction. This wasn't something easy for him that was easy enough to tell. He didn't like what he was or what he saw himself was. Even worse so when he had to think of his own kind forming opinion of it.
His left arm which was free of wound incurred earlier that day lifted from the water as he'd faintly attempt smile towards the small Tuffle girl. Perhaps trying to shed some of his dreariness he had no doubt they didn't care for. His hand raised his fingers would begin making slight movements as he'd let snicker to her. ["I've met slave with such problem before. I can read it fine Mouse. You just didn't bother to ask till now."] His movements weren't right on and were much slower then Plene's hand could produce but it was enough to get the point across. His arm returned under the water as he kept his body submerged up to the neck now letting the heat wash away the tension built in his body. She wasn't the first voiceless slave he'd met. In many ways it was a good thing most saiyans didn't know the way to speak as she did. It was used as silent tongue in a few slave circles from Villa to Villa as well.
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Post by Plene on Feb 26, 2015 19:54:37 GMT -6
Plene nodded once and only once to Kimiko. It was enough for her to say they'd be able to check out the clothes some time soon. Enough was done to make her day, and the fact she didn't have to wear this older thing was a bit of a relief. The lazy ass Colabar never really didn't do much with her clothing other than updating it to match height. Most Tuffle nowadays clothing wasn't well made anyways, but it couldn't kill the guy to give a bit more than that.
Plene settled on back and watched with uninterested eyes as the two kept talking of plans and ideals. It was starting to get rather tiresome. They were all in a bath together, and it just seemed to go on and on. Kimiko talking about this, Icarus talking about that. Talk talk talk. Eventually, Plene stood on up and looked at the two before she splashed at both of them.
["Stop it with that will you? That talk gets boring and tiresome after a while. Enjoy the water, you two fishes."] She managed to catch Icarus signing off to her as she had tried previously with Kimiko, only this once seemed to have a rather sloppy arm and hand movements. In return, Plene also signed back to him with a smirk.
("You think Sweet Tart is cute?")
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 28, 2015 1:44:54 GMT -6
Kimiko flinched slightly in surprise as she was splashed with water, and then turned her attention back to Plene once more. Who then begin to tell them to stop talking about that. The Albino Saiyan only shrugged a little in response. "I just want to make sure there's an understanding. Bloodshed is not the goal here. If I was interested in that, I might as well just become a proper Saiyan.", the Saiyan stated, but more or less agreed that it was time to change the subject.... And both of them were signing to each other now.
"Oi. That's kinda rude, you know. I don't know how to read that.", the Saiyan said mostly in a jest. But just to emphasize she wasn't making a big deal out of it, she began to turn her attention back to washing up. It did however let her thoughts wander. She began to think of what the future held. It was certainly a daunting thing, and the Albino Saiyan wasn't entirely sure she could handle all of the responsibilities that came with these actions... At the same time, she knew that she had to try something. This was her best idea.
It fit the ideals and ambitions she wanted. It was something to strive for, and it would give her a life that she would prefer. Maybe that alone was enough to drive her forward. She knew one thing as a certainty; regardless of the choices she made, fighting was going to be the end result. That was something she had mostly avoided up until this point. And a part of her began to wonder what would happen when she had her first tastes of combat. Was there just something that... Clicked into place once a Saiyan went into battle?
Kimiko had gotten herself lost in various questions about the future. And unknowingly, her face had taken a rather serious expression...
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Post by icarus on Feb 28, 2015 4:54:16 GMT -6
The water splashed onto him once more a little more aggravated this time around given the emotion churning him making him more easily riled. Standing up as well his eye brow lightly twitching clearly lightly annoyed. A light groan passing passed his tightly closed lips. Before mumbling to himself. "The hell type of thing have I got caught into this time."
He'd huff watching her sign to him as she did. Contemplating ignoring it at first as his eyes locked to hers for a moment before turning to look at the now caught up on serious look saiyan. After her comment on the rudeness of signing before her. His hand lifted though for a moment thinking soon the girl would likely learn. Given circumstances so he'd take the time to do as he wished. Just to be sure on something. His fingers pausing as he thought on movement before making them so they'd be fast precise and spot on the money.
["In some ways perhaps, She definitely has allot of spunk and she has unique aura about her. Certainly cute would work yes... Repeat that and face punishment mouse."] A smirk at his lips and speaking towards Kimiko comment of rudeness as if to add calming to joking her words even if it was a jest. "Just slaves sharing picked up tricks along the path." He'd say as his hands continued to move as he spoke. ["More importantly do you believe her words? I can agree to go along with these terms but you are Tuffle like I. So I want to know what think. I wouldn't leave one of my kind behind after all. so tell me if this seems best route."] He'd be content with private answer. If the other Tuffle agreed even in secret word then he'd have no qualms carrying on. Although given the light sting of his wounds that would likely soon become scar. He wished clothing and perhaps some food. Something other then hot water which slowly made him more away at the sting at his chest arm and brow. His knuckles at least had no aches in them any longer. His eyes for the moment turning fixating on the Thinking serious Saiyan. Wondering what exactly she was thinking anyhow.
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Post by Plene on Feb 28, 2015 17:02:19 GMT -6
Plene stuck her tongue out at the other tuffle's reply to her, signing back to him while she also mouthed something. Glancing at Kimiko so that she could read it better. This would be fun while it lasted, communicating in secret like this. It won't function like that eventually as she really needs to teach the blondie how to use the sign language. She signed to Icarus...
("Glad you agree. Also, what are you going to do? Punch me? That's adorable, Einstein. Think up of a genius punishment for such an action and I might listen to your threats.") She started, while multitasking mouthing to Kimiko. ["You an deal with it, cry baby. Gosh, can't us little tuffles have some privacy?"] She of course was kidding. Evident so by the light expression on her face.
("As far as believing her? I'll believe when I see it happening. It's not beyond people to lie and then do the worst of things to us. I will admit though, this is a nice bath. Can't complain.") She started settling back down in the water, sitting back next to Kimiko as she continued signing to Icarus.
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Post by Atsuko on Mar 1, 2015 4:08:43 GMT -6
"Hey... Do either of you think this could end up changing me? For the worse, I mean.", Kimiko had finally decided to give word to her thoughts. "I haven't heard of many Saiyans that fight for a good cause... Is there something that... Changes us? I'm not going to change my mind on any of this... I just wanted to know what you two thought of that sort of thing.", the Albino Saiyan inquired. It was a bit scary that any Saiyan that got into fighting, whether it was for good intentions or bad ones, ended up changing into...
Well, what most Saiyans are. It was something that she didn't have any answers to or any experience in. Kimiko had made a pretty good effort of looking like she was confident. Perhaps a belief that showing weakness would get her killed. That, and who could she share such feelings with? Her family certainly didn't care. She couldn't think of any Saiyan that would, either. Right now she was present in company that could perhaps be more truthful to her. Maybe they didn't know either, but it was still worth a shot. "Probably a little silly, but... It worries me."
There was one thing that the Saiyan knew for certain. She didn't want to change. At least not to such a drastic extent. She didn't have much of a choice in things either, so even if it was going to change her... She at least wanted to try and do something good, rather than do nothing at all. Seeing as how Icarus could talk, Atsuko turned her gaze to Plene, so as to be able to listen to her side of things as well. Right now she was seeking answers from both. And she hoped that they'd have something good to add.
The expression on her face made it pretty plain that it was something that was getting to her.
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Post by icarus on Mar 1, 2015 5:05:31 GMT -6
His eyes shot a bit wide to her signing as he didn't really expect such... 'direct' ways of speaking even secret way as it was for the moment. This one was genuinely one of sharp tongue in all aspects then it seemed. He seemed taken back eyes wide and lost to surprise for a moment before letting out a slight chuckle realizing she wasn't just like that to master and saiyan but even her own kin. Good to know to have better expectation of the future. His hands continuing for a moment taking motion to her after seeing as she responded. ["For now I suppose the best we can do is hope this is truth. As for now yes at least the bath is fine. I'll give this fair chance for now. If she proves to be kind friend over master in coming days perhaps this could prove most beneficial"] His signing ending for a moment. His hand movements weren't always perfect but they were direct and fast trying to keep them as well placed as he could. Clearly he didn't use it daily but had learned it and worked it in practice in past times. His hands not nearly as well skilled as his mouse though sadly.
He'd hear these words coming from saiyan lips as well now of if she would change? Ha what did she mean battle? Rebellion? War? A coup on her father? It was a laugh almost at first as he glanced up with a smirk up his face about to give way to jesting response but fell silent the sound of words about to come then cut off hear but a moment. She looked genuinely concerned though. His mouth hung open lightly a gap for a moment and his eyes seemed lost for a moment. He didn't actually expect something like this to bother a saiyan even one so different in mind. It would take him a few moments it seemed before he'd gather himself back to one and try and find words. His tone a bit soft as if still in a bit of wonder or light surprised buried deep within tone.
"I can't for sure say how. But undoubtedly yes you will change. That is unavoidable if you take to such plan. This will come with blood shed likely sooner or later on both sides. " Biting his lip lightly trying to pull back words as not to sound to serious to someone who looked a bit in a state over present worry. Not realizing himself at the moment he was actually taking a saiyans feelings into consideration. When he'd speak once more he'd speak more calmly and softly. A bit of a barrier disappearing in voice for the moment. "Change will come, I can definitely tell you the more blood that comes the more it will push changes upon those who spill it and all those around them. But pending all things that come to pass whether it be for good or bad simply remains to be seen. I suppose all you,... all we can do. Is do what we think we must and don't lose the path along the way. If anything you are already the most ambitious and foolish girl I've meet of monkey birth." A brief chuckle breaking lips adding small jest to words before continuing. "But then again it must be I the fool for falling lightly in belief to some of those ambitions. We'll see where the road takes us all. I expect you to continue to surprise me Kimiko." For some reason he wanted to aid in calming the girl. Not knowing himself fully why either. Maybe there was still some of the man that could have been still alive deep within this shell he had become after all.
A light chuckle breaking his lips ending his words with one simple thing to jest on the idea of changing. As he figured she did mean becoming more of those dark saiyan warrior types. "But my new found friend if you do change and become of howling mad warrior at least know we can part with swords to each other and I will do my best to keep you from making further mistake should my strength allow. So that way your path will never be truly tarnished!" A jest and light truth of crossing swords should this set in motion then prove false. A smile at his lips small but present. As his eyes with light fire while at the same time rather tame. He hoped such a day would never come, As then no doubt it would turn harm upon him and mouse as well and he wished not to see such strange individual turn sour as well.
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Post by Plene on Mar 1, 2015 16:12:17 GMT -6
Plene took what Icarus signed back with a simple nod, lowering her hands back into the waters. It wasn't uncommon, as said before, for others to blatantly lie just to make the 'surprised' effect more apparent in the victim. Truthfully, Plene convicted herself into keeping a close watch on the blonde for a while. You never know when you are the odd one out and accidentally fall for some bait.
She looked back at Atsuko and crossed her arms. She looked off to the side as she thought about it for a bit. It didn't seem like the tuffle understood what she was saying at first until her brows visibly shook. ["I really have not heard of one that would even consider helping out as you propose. As far as I know, monkeys are brats from birth. Had a little munchkin once spit on my dress while I was cleaning. Another one insisted on me giving him a piggy back ride before he promptly smacked my head. Hit the floor with my face pretty hard."] She recalls some details in her past as reference point. ["Is it possible you are severely overdue? I suppose. I doubt though. The experience may change you though. You never looked like you were the one to fight. You might just become a raving, murderous, cannibalistic lunatic of a person once you see blood."]
The tuffle stood up in the bath, stretching once before attempting to drag herself on out of the large tub. She made sure not to slip as she managed to get out, shivering a bit in the sudden cold.
["Oi, where's the towels at?"] She barked at the top of her nothing, looking down at the other two still in the bath. ["I think I'm done taking a bath, any more and I'd probably fall asleep and drown in there."]
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Post by Atsuko on Mar 2, 2015 4:38:01 GMT -6
It wasn't quite what Kimiko wanted to hear as an explanation. But they both agreed that the upcoming events would certainly change her. Though whether it would turn her into a Saiyan like any other was unclear. At least Plene didn't seem to feel like the Albino Saiyan would become like that. Which was at least a little comforting. And Icarus had felt the responsibility to take care of things before that got too far out of hand... She rather hoped it didn't come to that, but if it did, at least she would be remembered for what she was versus what she became.
Finally, Plene got out of the bath, and proceeded to ask where the towels were. The Saiyan proceeded to stand and exit the bath as well. "I'll show you where they are. I've finished too.", she stated, and then led the way to a little side area in the room. Shelves that had neatly organized towels in various colors were there. The Albino Saiyan proceeded to take a white towel for herself, using it to dry off as well as cover herself afterwards. A temporary solution to how cold the air felt on bare skin.
"Next will be clothing, and then some food. Then I should figure out where you two will be sleeping. I only have one bed in my room, but I should be able to come up with something that will work. I'd rather not see you two sent to cells.", the Saiyan added. And then she proceeded over to the door. She didn't open it yet, however. She wanted to make sure the others were ready before she just took off. Especially since Icarus had yet to exit the bath. While they were still under her jurisdiction, she'd rather not risk them being left alone.
Where possible misinterpretations could be made, and then they could be punished. They were grown, and certainly capable of taking care of themselves. But she did feel a responsibility to at least do that much. The Saiyans in this villa weren't exactly the types to ask questions first...
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Post by icarus on Mar 2, 2015 5:10:14 GMT -6
With that things seemed to be ending as he'd see them rising his eyes watching as they moved out first. He'd wait a moment to follow suit. He felt a tad bit of worry but let it move on for later. If things needed more mending he'd keep careful moment before speaking more on his opinions. Icarus would rise as the women dealt with towels only to seemingly slip once landing on his knees back in the water. Quickly shaking himself himself before rising again leaning on the side of the bath and forcing himself to his feet. The wound at his chest broke open lightly again from this. The sensation of hot water and the loss of blood had left him light headed more then he thought. The sensation of feeling lightly faint was almost nothing compared to that of the shame and embarrassment of showing weakness now was.
He'd wonder to the towels they held not to moved for the worry of modesty. His legs lightly wobbly but managing to keep strong posture in his walk. He didn't know for sure if either had eye enough to catch the feeling. He needed energy to regain that which was lost earlier from the loss of blood then the heat of the water stirring him further. Drying his body he'd avoiding leaving stain of blood on the cloth. He was fine with some places drying naturally. He'd tie it around his waist covering his nether regions as to be appropriate at least. The cloth secured as his mostly dried body besides light patches stood clean. "Cells would not be a desired place of rest." He said with tired eyes, Weary from the days exploits. Or perhaps influence from blood loss or hunger. "We should stay together, I wouldn't risk any problem befalling my master or the dear mouse. Such was the initial reason I was brought here was it not?" Jesting on the motive of purchase.
His shoulders seemed to slump muscles relaxed unable to hold much tension or strong posture. He would move closer to Kimiko as well as the door. "Allow me to follow next to you in step. I'd see my purpose fulfilled correctly." He wished to follow along close as a protector, Even though he didn't doubt the saiyan was probably strong enough to fight just as good as he could given the power the saiyan species held. His smile signified though as of now he didn't look as poorly on the idea of having some form or change to protect or at least feel like that was what he was doing. His smile dragging from one to the other. Ready to move and shrugging off rough feelings with a light groan to retake strong composure. Even if he was currently not exactly strong feeling he could at least look the part. He just inwardly prayed it was a short walk to their clothing and next destination to eat after. He'd not desire to take further shame of falling before them again before he regained full strength. He didn't seem all that worried about all those who would see him walking beside. The father had purchased him and his order was from her. Surely lowly guards would not question the word of master and heir.
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Post by Plene on Mar 2, 2015 22:13:25 GMT -6
Her bare body showed a lot of little marks on it. Little lines that ran every which where. As the water droplets ran down her body it was hard to tell what they are at first. She followed behind the saiyan, looking Kimiko over as the two was heading on over to the towels. She showed no shame in doing so. Plene even became gaudy enough to catch up next to her and pretend to slap her on the ass, only to instead clap hands together behind her back. She brushed beside her as she grabbed for a lower towel and started patting herself down.
["Ooo, I could go for some clothing and food."] She mouthed as she face Atsuko, patting herself dry. Slowly the marks on her stomach and chest revealed themselves scars. Obtained after years of physical abuse. They didn't look light either, as some looked as if where the skin split it went down into bone. The tuffle gave her hair a good ruffle to get the water out of it as well, watching. ["So, we are bunking in your room Sweet Tart?"]
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Post by Atsuko on Mar 4, 2015 7:40:57 GMT -6
Kimiko's reaction to Plene's pretend slap on the ass was to flinch a bit at first, not expecting a clapping sound out of seemingly nowhere,and so close behind her. Of course, once the Saiyan glanced towards Plene, the Tuffle had nothing to say about it. Instead focusing on drying herself off. The Albino Saiyan gave a light shrug. At that point, Icarus began to catch up to the two. Although the wounds seemed to be affecting him. Once more, she felt some concern for him. "Are you sure you're alright? We may want to get those wounds taken care of before they worsen."
He seemed pretty lightheaded at the moment, and nearly took a fall. He was putting in a good effort to remain composed, and she could respect where he was coming from, as well... But there were no prying eyes here. There were no roles to fulfill, at least not as far as she was concerned. But rather than press on the issue further, she glanced towards Plene once more, who seemed to be interested in the idea of getting some food and fresh clothes. The Tuffle proceeded to follow up with a question about where they would be staying.
"Yes, my room is probably the safest place for you two in this Villa. Hmm... The greatest issue I can see is only having one bed, though... Well, maybe I'm just overthinking it.", With that, the Saiyan began to lead the way out of the bathroom. She kept to a calm pace, that way both of them could keep up. Fortunately for all of them, it was a fairly short trip to her room, Kimiko opened the door and allowed them to enter first. "It's probably not much, but... It should do what we need for now."
That is what she said when presenting the room, but it was actually fairly large in size for a bedroom. Filled with various decor and furniture. And while there was in fact only one bed, it was one large enough to house several people in it at once. Once they had entered, Kimiko did the same, closing the door behind them for now. "Let's deal with the matter of clothing first. Then I can get food for you two.", after saying that, she proceeded to open up the closet, taking out an outfit for herself.
"Umm... I do see one issue. Icarus, are you alright with unisex robes until I can find something a little more fitting?", the Albino Saiyan inquired. Fortunately clothing for Plene would be far easier to manage. Practically any of clothes she had from when she was younger would work perfectly for her. Her more recent clothing would probably be more than a little baggy, but... They MIGHT work, if the Tuffle decided that was what she wanted to wear.
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Post by icarus on Mar 4, 2015 10:52:31 GMT -6
Inch by inch it seemed things changed as little bits of emotion and idea scratched at layer after layer of servitude mind set in his head. He tried to accept the word of master, Wanted to look strong for master as well as serve correctly. But conjunction of slave mind and free thought mixed even in such private moments. To serve of own free will but still consider actions a slave would have taken only partially considering own feeling. Or keeping such appearance even as hurt as he was not thinking of the idea of being so open or freely himself as he would if born free and just any other man. Perhaps he was just trying to figure out what free meant, Or was just making a arse out of himself. Either way he didn't seem to find any short time between each time he was sent into deep thought having to take new idea and event into head to figure what it meant to him and how he should react. Second guessing and keeping on his toes kept him alive for a long time so letting guard down and just being himself freely was a rather foreign thought.
His expression quivered for but a moment at the girls words hardly noticeable. Almost feeling a light sense of failure if she had to ask. Trying to think the best way to hand this and to respond. His eyes glanced to Plene the girl knew he had his doubts but he still wanted in his deepest core for this to be true of their masters intent. He was also envious of the small ones nature in some ways. A free spirit able to speak mind in word and action. Aye in many ways she was his superior in that regard. His eyes caught for a moment on her wounds and scars. Not realizing he'd end up staring but remembering old wound removed from his own body. Healing techniques that would cause them to be barely faintly seen unless one was close enough to touch him you'd likely not ever even be aware of the many wounds covering his frame. A scheme to raise the selling prices to slaves since no one wanted beaten down goods.
It would be when they entered room however before he'd finally break silence perhaps a bit of personal pride still holding tongue until this point. "I...perhaps a little treatment would be in order. Forgive my weakness but I'm feeling lightly faint." Clearly after what happened a little more then lightly faint but it was he'd allow himself to say. Also as well he couldn't lightly wrap his own chest wound well. Nor could he see the wound at his head to know if it too needed some form of aid. It stings without water to constantly slosh across it now. He'd gulp a look on his eyes no doubt similar lightly to saiyan warriors forced to work in the meat factories. A light sting to pride hurts more then some would think, When perhaps it at times is the only thing one owns.
He'd also let out a sigh that evolved into a light chuckle trying to raise own spirit lightly at the idea he hadn't seen coming of the girls clothes. He didn't exactly favor the idea of looking as a woman when moving about the Villa with Kimiko or mouse. Such thing could easily invite unwanted jest from saiyan guard or anyone else for that matter. Thinking of Mouse as well in this regard and her 'free mind'. "I often remember hearing your people dressed as warriors much of the time as well. Similar clothing that worked from one to the next. Although I know you are of a good family and wear finer things do you have perhaps anything of the sort? If not anything will do." He wasn't overly concerned with the idea of fashion so much at the moment as the idea of getting into clothing as his arms crossed lightly. His muscular body feeling a light chill along with his tired effect as he had only a towel to his waist to keep away the chills. He'd tied it securely enough so there was no need to hold it with his hand. The knot would hold for now. He'd for the moment walk to the window as well though not far off from the others. Looking down as if scanning for idea of where slaves may be as he asked prior. His hearty lightly heavy to look upon them for his own reasons. As he did and his back to them on mark did present itself he'd kept hidden most times before. Barely peeking above the waistline of his towel a strange shape like that of a tattoo but bulging up lightly. As if burn perhaps but elegant in shape. The upper half to a decent sized brand likely from first master. A mark to trace origin possible if the idea of breeding ever came to mind. Although he'd slept under many roofs since that master was his own. His tired mind wondering to such things as he began to feel a bout of tiredness wash over him again his shoulders taking a light shiver.
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Post by Plene on Mar 6, 2015 15:39:56 GMT -6
Plene took a look at Icarus, scratching her chin as she pondered on his condition. had he been bleeding out the whole time? The tuffle perked a brow now as she thought it over with herself, then looked the guy up and down while she mouthed. ["What are you, an idiot? How long have you been dragging yourself around like a mop?"] She wrapped her hair up in the towel and looked back up at Blondie.
["I'm sure us small tuffles could fit on a bed. I frankly don't care if I have to sleep in a chair or something, just something that's not the floor please. I'd rather not have my back feeling like I was lifting people over my head all day."] She followed in suit behind the saiyan, grabbing her hair tie on the way out as she did so.
She took a look over of the room, her eyes lazily tracing the place from left to right. While not overly impressive, as Kimiko said, it wasn't absolutely awful. Again, absolutely no room to complain about it. Literally and figuratively. Kimiko said to get some clothes from the sliding closet and then they'd retrieve some food. She walked up next to blondie and looked between all the stuff she had. None of it jumped out at her, so she remained there for a bit.
["Mmm, I'm not too sure on what to wear."]
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Post by Atsuko on Mar 7, 2015 13:21:51 GMT -6
"Yeah, unfortunately, I don't have any armor on hand. I could try sneaking a suit for you to wear, but it might arouse suspicion if it's one of the guard's suits.", Kimiko responded to Icarus' inquiry. And then she retrieved unisex robes from the closet. They weren't overly baggy like some robes were, She proceeded to hand the robes to Icarus. "We can pick out something better for you to wear later. Hopefully these are a bit more comfortable for you, though.", with that, the Saiyan turned to Plene. Who seemed to be a little lost on what she should wear.
The Albino Saiyan pondered for a moment, taking into account their size differences... She began to pick through the closet once more, eventually pulling out clothes that she wore when she was younger. It was a small, purple colored dress. There was probably some accessories that could be combined with it to give it some more 'flair'. But the Saiyan was mostly assuming that for now, they wanted something that they could wear for the time-being. After all, there was plenty of time to get them better things in the future. Anything was an improvement over the garbs they had come in...
"How about this? By itself it's not much, but maybe you can pick around for other things in there to go with it?", the Albino Saiyan offered. Then her thoughts turned to how she was going to sneak food into here. It wouldn't be an overly difficult task. Saiyans were rather renowned for their appetites, although lugging an entire feast in here would be difficult, too. She needed to pick out things that were filling, and hopefully that they could appreciate... Plene earlier talked about those galactic slugs that Saiyans liked to eat, but...
Kimiko tried those before... Emphasis on tried. She could barely even get one into her mouth and even then, it didn't stay in for very long. How people could acquire such a taste for food like that -- especially of the "still living" variety in some cases -- was beyond her. Just remembering what it was like began to churn her stomach... Yeah, she was definitely going to be merciful to the Tuffle and get her some ACTUAL food. She began to turn her thoughts towards other things now, trying to get her mind off of the idea of eating slugs.
Perhaps the others would have something to say that would get her mind off of that.
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Post by icarus on Mar 7, 2015 15:30:53 GMT -6
He sighed rolling his eyes to the girls mentioning of him being a fool. Although he couldn't exactly argue the point. Showing weakness to a master to keep posture didn't seem to be necessary in this. Old habits die hard though. He'd take a moment scavenging around the room with his eyes. Keeping occasional glance towards the other two. Mainly to catch hand or lip movement from Mouse encase of needed word. "I concur with that. Sleeping on the floor is horrific on the back...." Biting his tongue for a moment with a light blush as he made lightly quiet words. "Plus... I haven't... actually got to sleep in a bed. For maybe.... six years or so." His voice lightly embarrassed. His way of making it known he rather looked forward to it. A real bed other then hard ground dirt or at best some soft grass or hay. Herded like a animal so he'd be lying if he didn't rather look forward to such a thing. Sometimes the simple things in life were the greatest luxuries we discovered once one was deprived of them.
He'd take the robes graciously removing towel from covering and slipping clothing onto body with ease. It wasn't exactly a style he favored but it'd do for now. It was clean and wore comfortably. Some part of him couldn't help but wonder if robes would be what he'd have worn should he have grown among his own species in their prime. Robes of a scholar or technical apparel. High class scouters and scientific coats. If anything it was a welcome change from rags. He'd wear it secure at the waist folding the upper part downward leaving his chest and upper body exposed at the moment wearing it as if battle robes.
He'd wonder off for the moment as he noticed something digging around in something on the other side of the room. Shaking a bottle seemingly disappointed to find it empty. Saiyan wine but alas it was not to be. Moving it and a few other things around he finally picked up what caught his eye opening a first aid box. The kind those with money could afford as he popped it open pulling out two sets of rolled up bandages. The sore at his arm and chest needing mended. His head was fine only bruise and same for his knuckles. They needed no attention. The sound of glass rolling from the bottle left in place could be heard as he walked towards his comrades.
He'd approached his master who seemed in thought of some kind once again. Reaching his hand out to her shoulder his opposite hand holding the wraps that would do for now. "You do seem to get lost in thought easily enough don't you. Care to lend a Tuffle a hand?" Asking suggesting it'd be far easier to have aid in wrapping his chest wound given his arm was sore from its wound and it wasn't exactly easy to wrap a chest wound by ones self with such bandages. Normally he'd never trust a saiyan to tend wound but he couldn't help but be compelled to see this Saiyan differently bit by bit as time went on.
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