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C'est La Vie ( Pog and Cho) -its an M-
The world revolves around simple order, those who work and those that protect. The divine rights of kings assure that this order would be kept. In the beginning Talishia flourished under such order growing into an expansive sea port city. Once the city conquered all of its enemies and became prosperous, the lords of the world became pompous indulgent and forgetting their duties. The disparity between classes grew and with it the seeds for rebellion. |
dropping the curtain stepping away from the sight of angry people being herded around by soldiers he left the window and headed back to his rooms. each day the lowest classes grew angrier and more violent and each day his father grew angrier and more violent in return. he felt bitter that he was pulled from his friends at school in arborak to sit like a waiting fish in a butchers bowl for war here in his fathers home and spent his new-found time reading of the far-away places he would rather be or looking out of the many windows into the gray and dirty world his father and grandfather had brought about to fill their coffers
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It all went wrong from the moment they entered the castle. It was simple enough, enter the castle under the guise a guise, loot the treasury and share the wealth. Heroes to the people. However fate did not have that in mind. The bomb was not powerful enough to get through the treasury doors, there were to m any guards and now. As he fled, he saw comrade after comrade fall either to be locked away or murdered for treason. He rounded the corner into another long stretch of hallways he did not expect to run into any one that wasn't the guard. Immediately his fingers curled around the small dagger at his disposal, pointing it at the stomach of the Auburn man. He was simply to lavishly dressed to be considered part of the guard. He pushed him into the wall which gave way to an abandoned room. He shut the door as foot steps thundered past them. |
he didn't understand, there was a sound like explosives only it came from inside then there was pushing and the guards. not knowing what else to do he tried to continue to the safety and calm of his room. this too failed him as he was shoved into a storage room and fell crookedly among the boxes in the dark. opening his mouth he demanded to be told what was going on but no more than the first syllable left his lips before he found a heavy hand and a sharp knife pressed against him.
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He continued pushing the young man until he was pressed against the wall adjacent to the door. There was something familiar about the face but to him all royals looked the same. Slowly he backed away from the boy and peeked around the room. His knife withdrew as his heart took in all the riches in the room. Greed and longing took over. He drifted towards something shiny and stuffed it into a satchel, and then another. |
his shock turned to anger as the stranger showed himself to be a thief, stepping forward he knocked the silver spoon from the stranger's greedy clinging fingers. "don't you dare stea-"
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Instinctively he wanted to hit the man. No one down talked him and it didn't matter who this frilly covered wimp was. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hands as the young noble man mouthed off to him. He mused to himself, instead of acting upon his first instinct, he kissed the man stealing a kiss instead of the rest of the jewels in the room. His hand snaked its way around the small frame and onto the rounds of his rump. |
he felt petrified as warm lips found him but it was short-lived, when one of the clinging hand found his backside he instinctively drew back and punched the stranger in the ribs sending them staggering back "don't touch me thief, i am no whore-woman, this is my house, you have no right to trespass"
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“You certainly bitch like one, I guess the king likes his whores, pretty young and delusional.” He said taking a deep breath.. The cogs in his brain was working after what the boy said. His house... The thundering marching in from the door outside grew louder as the man continued to think. A loud bang sent his thoughts spiraling back to the man standing indignantly in front of him. He rushed forward, his blade once again slipping from its hiding spot as he grabbed the young man twisting his arm till it was neatly tucked behind him and the blade was curled around his jugular. “will do well to listen to me?.” He watched the head shake in understanding. Now he had a hostage, he only prayed it was some one important enough that he could escape with his head. He pushed the body towards the window measuring an escape route from the roof. He blinked imagining the young lad breaking his delicate neck. He needed to get to the secret sewers. “And do all that I say?” His eyes shifted back towards the door, the sounds of thundering steps dying. |
he nodded the best he could through the agonizing pain in his arm and the cold metal at his throat. badly he wanted to be free but he was under no illusions of what the knife could do
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The others acceptance was even more astounding. Secretly he made up his mind to let the boy go once he was free. He shoved the other forward easing his grip on his arm. “Open the door.” He gave the small order and the other obeyed. There were a few hiccups where the two nearly got caught. He had to wait till the young noble stopped hissing at him and instructing that he was doing it wrong before he proceeded. After a grueling time and many mini heart attacks later, they made it to the secret entrance, once heavily guarded corridor away. “When we get to that wall lamp, I will need you to turn the lotus decoration three times to the right.” |
he didn't understand and so did not follow the hurriedly whispered command. in return he felt the knife press against the flesh of his neck and the stranger's chest in his back as he was pushed forward into the wall as the man twisted the scone. he gasped as the wall shifted and the man let go long enough to open the door and thrust him inside
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The door locked and engulfed the two into darkness. He let out a sigh feeling safe though he was unsure if the boy had done it right. Regardless the blade slipeed from his neck and back into its hiding spot. His fingers began to search his satchel for matches. “Once we are out of the tunnels I will release you.” He said to the boy, no longer interested in the snotty royal. “Walk Forward, the wall will be your guide.” |
feeling the the weapon leave he found his tongue again "and what proof do i have of that? you are almost certainly lying to me, i would not be surprised if you were to hold me ransom or kill me once you make it to your destination." hearing the man shuffling in his bag of stolen trinkets he took his chance and turning around shoved the thief to the ground
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He stumbled unexpectedly falling from the others temper tantrum. He lost his grasp on the matches he found and hissed hearing the others foots steps against the cold stone echoing down the hallway. Quickly he pursued the boy down the long maze pathway. Several times he reached out grasping nothing till finally he was able to catch the soft folds of something stretchy. It ripped under his tight gripped as he pulled the body into his capturing the arms again in an attempt to avoid getting hit. “Because.” He said harshly “I have no use for a liability, “If I wanted to, you would have been dead in the castle.” He ran his hand over the others rump “As tempting as you are, the revolution has no need for whores.” He needed ad, how much the noble bothered him as he once again eased his grip. “Keep with me or you could be lost forever.” |
twisting in the grip he could feel his pants tearing farther down one hip but ignored it in favor of thrashing. he was halted when the other pinned him tightly against the stone and began speaking. he listened up until he felt one of the hands begin to wander at which point his anger once more took over and the small speech was lost forgot abut escaping and instead concentrating on trying to liberate the thief from his fingers
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He didn't want to have to use his last reserve on the boy, but the trashing was hurting his stomach and his fingers certainly would have cracked if the boy was strong enough. His attempt to get the blade was the final straw. Shoving the boy away, he used his free hand, pressing it against the side of the boys skull while he was temporarily dazed, before he could regain his anger. His hand phased through the bones connecting the thief with the young mans thoughts lulling him into a sleep. While his body folded beneath him, the thief grabbed the prince by his waist hoisting him over his shoulder. The added weight slowed him down considerably as he tried to find the exit. |
he came to with one hell of a hangover. the first thing he noticed was that he was moving and immediately after that he was being carried. he tried to pull away but could do little more than twitch on the shoulder of his captor. trying his voice he found it full of cotton and could not offer much more than a mumble
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He was descending into the light when he felt his carpet, or what he thought of as a lump of carpet move. The thief pushed the sew grate aside and shoved the body into the light shortly before climbing after it. He bent over the other slapping him in the face lightly. “Wake up sleeping beauty, you are free to go back to the castle now.” Once his job was done, he moved past the boy surveying where the path lead him. It was the heart of the merchant class a residential district. Nodding in approval he searched around till he found an house with its laundry out. He wanted new clothes to discard the guise of a vagabond rebel |
his head still throbbed and he realized now that the thief must have cast magic on him. with effort he was able to nearly stand though the wall bore most of his weight again he tried calling out but did hardly any better than the first. frantically he looked around for his captor
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He found a set of nice clothing. Setting aside his things he started to change, unveiling his short curly strands of hair and the distinctive group of gray, it fell over his pointed ears. There were other marks, always hidden by his clothing. Lashes from being a disobedient child, punishments for thievery and bar fights. He slipped of his pants testing the ones he found. They were tight around his lower calves. |
seeing nothing he bellowed as loud as he could though it came out at barely a speaking tone. he felt sick and for the first time afraid, if he really had been abandoned here he was easy prey for anyone who passed through. he continued trying to get his captor's attention and prayed he would be the only one who could hear it
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He hissed, the carpet was awake and not only was he not going back to the castle, he was alerting those at home to their presence. He dropped the pants and followed the sound of the voice back to the boy, once again grabbing him and firmly putting his hand over his mouth, pulling him into the shadows of a house. “Shut up you idiot,” He hissed, slowly letting go of the mouth and the boys waist. “Why are you calling thief?” |
if he thought he could manage he would have taken his chances with muggers and murderers than the now naked thief "you are a thief, you still silver and you steal bodies. why did you cast on me, you lied about freeing me"
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Pure laughter escaped his lips. He let the boy go. “Fine, I am a thief but as promised you are free, the moment we escaped from that hole.” He did not say anything more to the royal but went back to his musings with the clothing. Once he got the pants on he turned towards the other trying to shoo him away like a dog “Go on boy, go back to the castle.” |
he reared back as indignantly as he could with his sluggish reflexes, though mostly it just came out as a soft shifting "you know i can't thief, i cannot take magic, i am a yexiall! are you stupid as well as disturbed? i will tell you a thousand times before you understand!"
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This time he let the words sink in before responding. He turned keeping the contempt in his eyes as this lips graced the other with a smile. “You wished for your freedom from me Yexiall.” He gave the other an ironic bow .”You have it. Good day sir.” It was not just the fact that he hated the boy, it was more so he did not want to loose his head. He reached for a shirt pulling it over nearly completing his guise as a merchants son or possibly a dock worker. “Pray for the mercy of your own, Yexiall because you got your freedom, you will get nothing else from me.” He searched the other clothing lines for a hat or bandana. |
watching the man turn away was too much, staggering to his feet he reached onto the only fabric the man had and held on the best he could. "you will not leave me here liar-thief, take me home!"
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His eyes found the hand clinging to the cloth of his pants. He raised an eye brow noting the young lads deposition and the lack of bottoms. “Are you asking for my services?” He reached down running a hand through the boys auburn locks. “Unless you really are a whore.” He didn't kiss him. He looked him dead in the eyes. “What do you want from me Yexiall and how much are you willing to pay.” |
"return me and you will not be executed by the guard for having kidnapped me." the man rolled his eyes and made to push him away. clinging harder he staggered near drunkenly to his feet. "fine you thief, silver, my weight by half and half again all coin?"
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Again he laughed at the feeble attempts. “Really I am not that foolish, you weigh nothing and what good is gold or Silver if I am dead.I have enough loot in my satchel.” He shook his head and pulled the boy off his clothes. |
hitting the ground hard enough to bury gravel in his palms he found himself lost entirely. "then what would you have thief? i have no power to give and you are not interested in coin"
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The desperation in the boy touched him some where. He bent down looming above him. “Information is just as valuable young Yexiall.” At heart he was a revolutionary, wanting change. “give me the secrets to your house and your word you will not betray me. I in turn will see you back to your castle and when the time comes you will have your life, a good one. Afterwords we shall never see or speak to each other again. That is the deal, but only our honors to seal it.” He narrowed his eyes looking down at the noble hoping that honor meant anything to him. |
he barked out a laugh at the absurdity of the man's words. "you really are stupid thief, what would they tell me? i told you i have no power, what did you think i meant? besides and more importantly, what is the word of a man who would betray his crest for the maybe-chance of being taken back to a home that would soon be ravaged and ruined? even if i had something to tell there would be no reason to tell you, ha! honor, you have no understanding of the word"
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He rolled his eyes and stood up. “You know the habits, when the house is called to dinner when they sleep who takes what whores, where the guard goes how to greet them....” He was growing furious at the useless boy. “I see no deal can be met then Yexiall, I suppose I wouldn't trust the man that would betray his family either.” He gave the boy his freedom. “Good day.” |
he realized belatedly he had nothing else to offer the man. grinding his teeth he tried to think. "ah! i have nothing now but should my father die i inherit the city's main military force, it's gold coffers, and all of the businesses he own the titles to, even the whore-houses seeing as you are so inclined, i will make a blood-pact with you, already i am seeking those who would help realize my future, even a thief like you could mooch off of the spoils a new regime, i will promise a boon to you on my blood"
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He didn't understand the offer. All nobles had access that, he already said he was not interested in wealth. “Speak plainly, Yexiall. You have already called me an idiot, then learn to speak in simple terms.” |
"i am saying, at a later time you may come to me and ask a single thing, if it is within my power to grant it then whatever it is you wanted would be given to you with no strings or restrictions. this means only one thing though, you cannot come back if you are not happy and you cannot expect from me what i cannot provide. those are the simplest words i have. keep me safe and take me home and when i rule this land you may come to me and ask"
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His face dropped and he staggered away from the boy eyes wide in surprise.“The Yexiall.I should kill you.” he huffed in a mild panic, loosing his composure to a small pace between the alley ways. This was a better offer, he could ask for man things on behalf of the people. All it took was one ball to roll down the hill too start a avalanche, “You must do what I say and do not question it.” He closed his eyes running his hand through his hair. “I accept, your terms.” He held out his hand to seal the deal with his enemy. |
he shook his head no at the hand and bit his thumb before holding out to the other. "it means nothing without blood"
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