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Post by Moonlight on Apr 24, 2011 20:39:10 GMT -5
Her jaw clenched, glaring daggers at him. Not left with any room to jerk away from him, cleverly forced into some mild form of submission, if only by inability to offer it. Forcing herself to still the trembling, refusing to show weakness.
The smallest of smiles still playing about his lips at her molten glower, feeling the backlash of indignant anger. Unaccustomed to obeying, or following orders it seemed. Something she would just have to learn. "You may be as obstinate as you wish, Sauda ... You shall learn it changes nothing," the Marquee offered calmly, catching the shock that flitted through her pale eyes at the mention of her name. Yet his own voice was dismissive, almost bored.
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Post by Zorayda on Apr 24, 2011 20:58:14 GMT -5
Solomon's eyes jerked to the girl's at the mention of her name--Sauda... an interesting name. It fit her, somehow. Finally feeling confident that Seymour was busy torturing the poor girl, trying to break her, he came forward slightly--enough for Sauda to see him behind Seymour's shoulder. His electric blue eyes met hers and he tried to convey something, anything--understanding? empathy? But he just found himself getting lost in her molten silver eyes, full of anger and hatred for the man controlling her. The ranger winced, knowing she'd probably hate him, too... and with good reason.
He stayed silent, however, letting the Marquee continue taunting her and dropping his gaze as fleetingly as he'd met hers. Solomon crossed his arms, the wiry muscle flexing beneath his flesh and betraying the work of an archer.
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Post by Moonlight on Apr 24, 2011 21:39:14 GMT -5
The slender thief's eyes narrowed at mention of her name, lithe muscles knotting. Wary. How did he know it? People rarely even saw her, much less talked to her. And she'd never been caught. Not before now.
"And that is what is so interesting ..."
Sauda started at the faint whisper, knowing no one had spoken. Her gaze flicking towards the blonde ranger to make sure he hadn't, only to end up holding his blue gaze momentarily. Startled to see his eyes were soft, perhaps even compassionate. Only for her own gaze to flick back to Marquee Seymour when the ranger retreated, aware of his gaze trailing across her. Taking in what must've given off that silver glow.
Glancing at her arms and shoulders, feeling they were bare. Only to stiffen slightly, seeing the sprawling silver designs. Glyphs. Slowly looking back to the Marquee now, her voice terse when she spoke. "You would not have gone through the trouble of this, if there was not something in mind ... Perhaps your great Lordship would care to enlighten me?" she queried icily, biting sarcasm clinging to the title.
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Post by Zorayda on Apr 24, 2011 21:57:52 GMT -5
Solomon's mouth pressed together in a thin line when the thief looked down at herself to see the glyphs, finally--a mark that would forever be upon her skin, a mark to take away her freedom... Solomon turned and looked away as she hissed like an angry goose at the Marquee.
Can't he just stop it already? It's not like she's going to break, anyway... she has to do what he says or die, he thought to himself grimly, knowing that Seymour could hear him, but unsure if he was listening to his thoughts. The girl obviously got the gist of what he was saying, anyway... Besides, her spirit could get a lot of work done--unshakeable and able to perform missions better... Solomon continued to 'himself', musing. Perhaps the Marquee could see reason and let her go for now, at least.
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Post by Moonlight on Apr 25, 2011 13:30:54 GMT -5
Vague irritant and amusement seemed to mix at the thief's prideful question, only the barest of smiles touching his lips betraying anything. "In due time. You have plenty, for now," the Marquee said softly, almost intentionally irritating Sauda. Withholding his reasoning, of all things. Standing after a moment, offering a slight nod to the ranger, before heading towards the door.
Sauda's glare after him venomous, before slowly pushing herself up, using the wall as support to stand. Her aching muscles screaming in protest, almost threatening to give out. The manacles binding her wrists together clinking as she tried to twist her hand out, but only succeeding in almost cutting the skin.
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Post by Zorayda on Apr 25, 2011 13:43:33 GMT -5
Solomon’s eyes followed Seymour as he left—finally—allowing for the ranger to speak with Sauda seemingly alone. He knew that he would never truly have a private conversation with the girl, but perceived privacy was better than none at all. He knelt beside her, pulling out a handkerchief and tearing it in half.
“You’ll only make it worse if you struggle,” Solomon said flatly, watching her as she rubbed her wrists raw. He grabbed one of her hands and padded the small space between her wrist and the manacle with half of the handkerchief, making it more comfortable. It was the least he could do, really…
“My name is Solomon. I’m another of Seymour’s… employees, if you will,” he said, flicking his eyes to hers for a moment before padding the other wrist for her. “The best advice I can give you is to keep your head down, at least for a while,” he muttered. The statement wasn’t anything he could get in trouble with Seymour for, anyway… “And… in case you didn’t figure that all out, he can read your every thought if he so wishes… and mine.”
He stood up, looking down at her for a moment, deciding something. With a gusty sigh, he sat next to her, putting his back to the wall.
“You’re gonna be incredibly sore, I can tell you that… but, I don’t have anything to do at the moment, what with Seymour having a new ‘toy’, after all,” Solomon ended his sentence bitterly. He put his weapons down on the ground next to him and began stripping some of the outer leather armor off, getting comfortable. “I’ll just stay here for the night. We’re going to be partners soon, anyways… might as well distract you while getting to know you a little, dear lady,” he said, winking at her. His heart twinged with sympathy at her situation, knowing that she was probably in a lot of pain… and with what he was doing to her, staying here with her tonight was all he could do to ease his own guilt.
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Post by Moonlight on Apr 25, 2011 14:15:06 GMT -5
The brunette paused as the man spoke, pale eyes flicking towards him. Wariness flitting through her gaze, though remaining still when he advanced. Considering lashing out, although upon reflection it wouldn't do her any good. She would need use of her hands even if she were to physically escape, as well as her weapons. But if the glyphs were anything like she had heard of the long unused magic, their power - though varying - had quite a stretch.
Quietly watching the ranger as he spoke, feeling no reason to display the same amount of cheek that she gave the Marquee. But it was ironic. This punishment, these glyphs, were far above the price that was to be paid. A brand was to be expected. This was not. And yet, she was given no reason to believe that Marquee Seymour's intent was pure. Certainly not as of yet.
Reluctantly allowing Solomon, as he introduced himself, to pad the biting manacles with the shreds of his handkerchief. "Keh ... One does not have to look hard to tell that is what he expects. It is high time someone tells nobility 'no'," Sauda returned shortly, stubborn. Not about to sway to Seymour's unknown demands at the drop of a hat.
Jaw clenching at his words, however. It had only been a mere suspicion, until now. "Lovely," the thief sighed, though quirking a brow when he mentioned she would be sore. That was an obvious statement - it ached to even move. Yet arching a brow slightly as he began shedding his jerkin and other leather armor, before almost hesitantly mimicking his actions, sitting back down. Leaning against the cold stone wall, allowing it to ease the sharp heat in the glyphs. "I suppose I should appreciate the sentiment," Sauda offered after a moment, though retreating into the shadows slightly at his wink.
Unaccustomed to being noticed, as well as partaking in conversation as of late. More of one to observe, than participate. However, mulling over the archer's words. He had mentioned being under employ of the noble, though had hardly seemed thrilled about it judging from his tone. But also resigned, as if having long accepted it. "You have been in his services long?" she queried, glancing at him. Her molten silver eyes taking the ranger's appearance in, yet also seeming to be digging deeper.
Yet keeping his words in mind. Aware that the Marquee could listen, if he wished.
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Post by Zorayda on Apr 25, 2011 14:34:53 GMT -5
Solomon noted with some interest that Sauda watched him with wariness in her gaze, her silver irises glittering in the small amount of light that filtered through the windows. She was… intriguing, somehow, what with her uniquely beautiful looks and her headstrong attitude, even in the midst of impossibly adverse conditions. He saw her shift uncomfortably and he frowned, wondering if the Marquee had kept the glyphs active to cause her even more pain… the man was truly a sadistic bastard, reveling in the suffering of his playthings.
In response to her question, he shrugged noncommittally. He’d ong ago resigned himself to the fact that the Marquee would have him to awful things, and to constantly feel the pain of the deeds would tear him apart.
“Well, not incredibly long… Since I was sixteen, and I am twenty-one now. I do various things for him, I suppose… he took me in when I had no home,” he said softly, remembering. “I had no place, and now that I do have one…” he trailed off, letting her assume what it was he spoke of so that he did not have to finish the thought. “I’m an assassin of sorts, I suppose.” He thumbed the tip of one of his arrows, known for their deadliness. The black feathers he decorated them with were known as well… feared by the ones who knew of Seymour’s assassin.
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Post by Moonlight on Apr 25, 2011 14:57:51 GMT -5
The brunette tilted her head slightly at his shrug, though using the conversation to distract herself from the glyphs. The still present ache that came from them being forced beneath her skin. Listening to the ranger's words quietly, considering. His posture, weary and simply worn out, adding to them. As if he had only accepted it, not as if he would give life or limb for his liege. Loyalty spread thin, at best.
Her pale eyed gaze trailing to his quiver as he toyed with the weaponry, before returning to him once more. "Odd, isn't it?" she queried plainly, clearly referring to his position. "That nobility, with so much under their thumb, feel the need to have assassins?"
Perhaps poking at Seymour. Prodding a possible insecurity. Or maybe just stating her contempt, more so at one so powerful. Making it clear she refused to take the path of least resistance.
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Post by Zorayda on Apr 25, 2011 15:10:56 GMT -5
“…” Solomon raised his eyebrows at Sauda’s comment. Hadn’t he just told her that Seymour could hear everything they thought and said? “I guess he feels that he must use caution,” Solomon said carefully, choosing his words so that he didn’t offend either the woman in front of him or the Marquee.
Choosing to change the subject, the ranger began to ask her more questions.
“So… whereabouts do you come from, anyway? I know nothing about you, save that you’re a thief, your name is Sauda, and you’re incredibly stubborn,” Solomon grinned at the last part, letting her know that he was only jesting. “I’m the illegitimate child of a noble and a commoner,” he stated baldly, allowing himself an ironic smile.
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